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Grandpa Lin said this, but he was actually unsure in his heart, after all, the family conditions were...

"Dad, Mom, I've thought about it carefully. Although I can use Taohua's room when I get married, I still need money for the bride price. It will cost at least three or four hundred yuan to get a wife, right?

Our family still owes money, who would be willing to marry their daughter to us? Why not wait a few years? I'm only fifteen after the Chinese New Year, so it's not impossible to wait until I'm seventeen or eighteen?"

Lin Xiaoniu has thought seriously about his lifelong affairs, and this is his heartfelt thought.

"How many years will it take you? By then, Gouwei, Taohua and Erya will have grown up." Grandma Lin said with a deep sigh.

Lin Daniu and his wife had nothing to say at this time. What could they say? It was all because of poverty!

Fang Cuihua had a pretty good feeling towards her two brothers-in-law. Although Lin Erniu and his wife had some small thoughts, they were kind-hearted people and could not do anything bad.

As for Lin Xiaoniu, this child is only slightly older than a dog's tail. In Fang Cuihua's eyes, he is just a child. Moreover, this kid is smart and clever, making it hard for people not to like him.

As for Lin Taohua, she is a few years younger than Daya. This sister-in-law is a bit introverted. Not only does she not cause trouble at home, she rarely even goes out.

The chaotic situations between aunts, sisters-in-law and sisters-in-law that occur in other families rarely happen in the Lin family, because their fighting power is simply overwhelming.

Who wants to quarrel with a woman who can kill pigs? Who dares?

Seeing that everyone was in a state of melancholy, Guangdan looked left and right, and after a long time, he pulled out a handful of large pig bristles from his small tool box.

"Da da da! Look everyone! What is this???" A large bunch of black pig bristles danced in front of everyone's eyes.

"You bastard! What did you get that wild boar hair for?" Fang Cuihua squinted and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"Hey, wasn't I thinking of making a brush at that time? But the pig bristles are too hard, it doesn't work at all!! So I put it away!"

When Grandpa Lin saw his second grandson taking out the pig bristles, he curiously followed Guangdan's words and asked, "Then what? What do you want to do with it now?"

Guangdan'er's eyes lit up, and he looked at the old man with a pair of black grapes blinking, saying: "My grandfather still understands me the best!!!"

"Don't act like a good kid! If you have something to say, say it now!" Fang Cuihua interrupted Guangdan'er's intention to continue showing off in time.

"Ahem, this can't be made into a brush, but it can be made into a brush. It will be very convenient for brushing cloth shoes and clothes. Uncle, there should be some in the city, right?"

In the original owner's memory, he had never seen a brush made of animal hair, so Guangdan was a little uncertain when he asked about it.

Lin Xiaoniu tilted his head and carefully recalled the things he had seen in the grocery store, but in the end he was still not very clear.

"I don't remember clearly, but if it can really make money, even if we can't sell it in the village, we can sell it in town." Lin Xiaoniu felt that this thing might really be able to make money, and he couldn't help but feel overjoyed again.

"Well, Guangdan, why don't we make one first and see? We can't make a pen without any hair now anyway." Dogtail was already eager to try.

Seeing that everyone had an anxious look on their faces, Guangdaner sighed softly.

Finally, he looked at his grandfather and whispered, "Don't worry about this. After all, we don't have much bristle. Let's do the math. This year, Grandpa said he would pay off three hundred yuan of debt. Does that mean our family only has four hundred yuan of foreign debt left?"

After the new year, these bamboo products, plus the brushes, etc., let’s not say how much, in total, we can earn about a hundred yuan, right?”

"Of course!" Lin Daniu said with a smile on his face. He was proud that his son was good at accounting, and at the same time he was happy that the money he owed was getting less and less.

Guangdan patted his thigh, bared his white teeth and continued happily: "So, when spring comes, there will be a lot of mushrooms and wild vegetables in the mountains. We can get some to buy, right? We will definitely be able to pay off the money we owe within the next year."

These words seemed to give the family a shot of reassurance, and everyone's expressions suddenly became relaxed.

"And me, I work as a peddler except during the busy farming season. This way, I can earn at least one or two hundred dollars a year!" Lin Xiaoniu said while staring at Guangdan'er with his sharp eyes.

"That's right. I was thinking that when the weather gets warmer, I would go out with my uncle to take a look." Guangdan said with a chuckle.

He told his family that he would pay off the debt within a year, but in his heart he planned to do it within half a year. As long as the weather gets warmer and transportation is feasible, there will definitely be many ways to make money.

There are docks in all the major county towns along the Li River, and there are official roads in the towns. Guangdaner even thought that if things really didn't work out, he could just get a cart and set up a small stall on the roadside to sell noodles or something.

I don't expect to make much money, I just want to use this opportunity to get some information about the surrounding area from passing customers.

After all, information was backward in that era, and if you were not from the upper class, you would basically not know what was happening in the neighboring county.

Without news, newspapers or media, these farmers in the fields know nothing about the outside world.

This is also why scholars are respected by everyone, because scholars can go out and see the world.

After Guangdan calculated the family's accounts in this way, the Lin family felt very relieved, as if they suddenly had more hope for life.

Grandma Lin looked at Guangdan who was in a daze, and recalled what Master Qingyuan said in her heart. She felt that this child was really a blessed and wealthy person.

"We just need to know what Master Qingyuan said. If anyone tells others, don't blame me for slapping you. Erya, you take good care of the little ones." Grandma Lin stared at the little kids at home with a stern face.

The little dog Mao looked confused. He grabbed his ears and made faces at Xiaoya with his teeth bared.

When the grandmother looked at the innocent faces of the five-year-old and three-year-old kids, she thought she was overthinking it. At such a young age, they probably didn't even know what they were talking about.

Everyone is fully aware of the seriousness of the matter. It is not a big deal in Linjia Village, after all, they are all farmers.

But if business people knew about this, they would inevitably have some different ideas.

For the safety of the child, Grandma Lin and Grandpa looked at each other and made some plans in their minds.

Just worried that he would be misunderstood by the eldest brother and his wife, the old man cleared his cough and gave Lin Daniu a wink.

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At night, in the room of the old couple in the east house of the Lin family.

Lin Daniu looked at his parents with resistance, feeling mixed emotions.

Fang Cuihua reached out her hand and pinched the stupid man a few times in the dark, grinning and saying:

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for thinking about us. Even if they didn't say anything about this, we would have mentioned it. It's really like what the master said, blessings must be supported by virtue. My dog ​​is still young, and I'm worried that it will be difficult to raise him."

Farmers do have such a saying that if a child is too blessed, he will be unable to be controlled and will be difficult to raise. Generally, he will either have poor health or die prematurely.

These statements also made Fang Cuihua very worried. As a mother, she can never feel at ease about her children.

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