Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

The next day.

Lin got up early and was busy in front of the stove.

When Cui Jingwen heard what happened in the West Market yesterday, he got up early and insisted on going into the city with them.

Lin did not stop him. She packed up the two baskets and went to the village to catch the ox cart.

Cui Jingwen just walked out the door and turned back, searched the yard several times, and snatched a sickle from Erlang.

Erlang was stunned: "Third brother, didn't you go to the city with Third Aunt?"

Why do you need to bring a sickle when doing business?

Cui Jingwen looked at the sickle and nodded with satisfaction. It was also a handy self-defense weapon.

"Of course I'll take the sickle..." He realized he'd said the wrong thing halfway through and abruptly changed his words, "The autumn harvest is coming soon. Send it to the blacksmith shop in the city to have it forged again. Don't worry about it, second brother. Leave it to me."

After saying that, he put on his sickle and ran to chase Lin and Cui Zhaozhao who had already gone far away.

Left Erlang standing there confused.

Old man Cui came out of the main room with his sleeves rolled up. Erlang told him what had just happened. He always felt something was wrong.

My third brother has been living in the county town and doesn’t even know how to farm. How come he suddenly became interested in farm tools?

Besides, there were two sets of farm tools at home, but he only took a sickle.

It's not right.

Old Man Cui frowned and looked at Cui Chengliang who was also silent.

"Third brother, did your wife say anything to you when she came back yesterday?"

Business is not that easy to do. Who knows, maybe the third child followed the bullying yesterday...

Cui Chengliang pursed his lips.

Last night, before bed, Lin went out to take out the dirty water. The two of them ran into each other and chatted for a while. She just said that the side dish business was profitable and she was looking for ways to expand sales...

Cui Chengliang recalled the few words spoken last night and shook his head dejectedly.

"I didn't say it."

The less clear the situation was, the more anxious they became. Cui Chengliang gripped the hoe tightly in his hands, feeling like he couldn't stay any longer.

He wanted to go into the city to find Lin.

"Dad, I..."

Old Man Cui said seriously, "Lao San, why don't you go to the city? It's time to rebuild our farm tools. Let's go now."

The Lin family is also part of the Cui family, and no one is allowed to bully them.

After saying that, he went into the house and asked Old Lady Cui for half a tael of silver.

Cui Chengliang walked quickly towards the city with the silver in his pocket and the farm tools on his back.

The more he thought about it on the way, the more upset he became. He was careless. No matter how capable Lin was, she was still a woman. If she met an unreasonable person, she would still suffer.

He should have gone with them!

Even if you can't help, just standing there can intimidate the villains.

At the very least, you can at least block a few more hits.

Cui Chengliang's mind was full of random thoughts, and he held his breath and pushed forward to the city gate.

When he arrived at the West Market, Lin had just packed up her stall, and Cui Jingwen was standing in front of the stall with a sickle on his waist, looking defensive.

Lin was very upset.

"Can I still do business if you stand here like this?"

Cui Jingwen looked at everyone as someone who looked like a good person: "Mom, what do those hooligans look like? I want to see how brave they are to cause a famine in front of Zhang Fei."

Lin was merciless: "How about I borrow a noodle gong and play it for a bit, and you go to the middle of the road and perform for a while, so that everyone can enjoy it. Maybe you can even earn some tips."

Cui Jingwen was sad: "Mom, what do you mean?"

Lin spread out her hands: "What I mean is, I don't know whether those people dare to come, I just know that you scared the guests away."

Passersby stayed far away from the stall.

The mother and her two children stood in the middle of the stall, like an isolated island far away from human habitation.