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

We set out in the morning and didn't return to the village until noon.

But the people from Willow Village who had escaped were still nowhere to be seen.

The village head frowned after hearing this, and left a few people to discuss something.

Cui Zhaozhao wanted to go home very much. After being out for the whole morning, he felt tired and thirsty. He wanted to go home and drink a lot of water and then have a good sleep.

The other members of the Cui family were also waiting anxiously at home.

Even Old Man Cui came back from the fields early and waited for news at home.

"Aunt San is back!"

Wulang saw their figures from afar and ran towards them.

"Aunt, you're finally back. Grandma and I were so worried."

Shiro took out the meat roast and swirled it around his little nose.

"You're the only one worried about me? I even brought you some delicious food. Forget it, you're such a heartless little thing that you don't deserve to eat it."

Wu Lang's pupils dilated instantly and he stared at the fire.

"I'm worried, what did you buy, Fourth Brother? It smells so good."

"That's better." Shi Lang put the meat huoshao back into his arms and said, "I'll give it to you when we get home."

Old Master Cui was by the stove. When he heard them come back, he hurried out.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

Although dozens of people from the village went out together, they would still suffer if they encountered someone who was starving.

She has never been able to let go of this worry since they left the house.

Unconsciously, she had come to regard the Lin family as her own family.

Lin smiled and said, "Now many villages outside have found water, and everyone is busy farming. No one is blocking the road to rob people."

Cui Chengliang stood behind Old Lady Cui, his eyes deep.

Lin didn't ask him to go into the city with her, and he consciously didn't go forward. It was not until Old Mrs. Cui kept talking about her concerns that he realized and felt a little regretful.

He should have gone with them, even if Lin was unhappy, he should have been shameless enough to follow.

Old Mrs. Cui was so surprised that she opened her mouth and couldn't close it for a long time: "Oh, that's great."

Cui Zhaozhao went back to the house to put the backpack away.

Silang took out two pieces of meat hot bread and gave them to Old Lady Cui as a filial gift.

"Grandma, I bought these in the county town. You and Grandpa can share these two."

Old Mrs. Cui took the meat bun in confusion. When did Silang have money to buy food? Look at the whole bag. He bought more than just these two.

Lin smiled and explained, "All the pottery I picked out this morning has been sold out. This was bought by Shilang with his own money."

Old Mrs. Cui raised her voice: "Are they all sold out?"

There were dozens of them, and they were all sold out in just one morning?!

Lin nodded.

Shilang added, "Many people still haven't bought any and are asking us when we'll sell them again."

Old Mrs. Cui was completely convinced by Lin.

"Then hurry up and pull two more trucks, don't let others make all the money."

Shiro was also happy: "I will go to Shanghe Village after dinner."

After spending the whole morning under the sun, the whole family had no appetite.

We each ate a few snacks with hot water, and that was how we got through lunch.

After dinner, Lin called Silang over.

The money earned from this trip had not yet been divided, so Lin poured the copper coins on the table.

Excluding the twenty coins given to Silang, there were still one hundred and eighty-five coins left in the purse.

There are a total of seventy-five basins and bowls. According to the price agreed with Cui Chengliang before, he should be paid seventy-five cents.

Lin secretly sighed. Cui Chengliang was busy for the whole afternoon and took away half of the money. It turned out that skilled workers only made money.

There are 110 coins left, and after deducting the cost and two eggs, there are 96 coins left.

Lin counted out twenty-eight coins and handed them to Silang.

"This is the money you earned on this trip. After deducting twenty cents, this is the remaining money."

Shiro clutched the copper coin, unable to contain his excitement.

Different from the twenty cents he received in the morning, this was the official salary given by Aunt San, the money he earned!

Seeing him put the copper coins carefully away, Lin gave Cui Chengliang his wages.

"This is your third uncle's wages. Please help give it to him."

"Okay." Shi Lang put it away. "Aunt San, I want to bring back more this time. So many people wanted to buy this morning. Next time I go, I don't think even two carts will be enough."

Lin smiled and said, "You decide for yourself. Just don't let the brick kiln get suspicious."

After saying that, he gave him thirty coins.

With Third Aunt's words, Silang strode out of the east room.

Looking at the remaining money on the table, Lin sighed, it was still a little less.

If one person earns the money, the profit is quite considerable, but if three people share the money, it is a bit too little.

Besides, it’s not a long-term business. Once the brick kiln finds out, they will have nothing to sell.

Their only advantage now is.

Cui Chengliang was able to completely restore the pottery.

Thinking of him, Lin's eyebrows twitched. The fact that the bowls and basins were so popular was mostly thanks to Cui Chengliang. Although he got a lot of money, he did help a lot.

If one day they can no longer do this business, Cui Chengliang will not be able to come up with such a good technology in vain.

Lin thought about it carefully.

Silang finds Cui Chengliang.

"Uncle San, this is the wages Aunt San gave you. Count it quickly."

Cui Chengliang weighed the copper coins, and the image of Lin counting the coins one by one emerged in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"No need to count, your Third Aunt won't be wrong."

He counted out another thirty coins and gave them to Silang.

"You helped me that day, this is the wages Uncle San gave you."

Si Lang waved his hands repeatedly: "Aunt San gave me wages, I don't want them."

Cui Chengliang glanced at him and said, "This is something I gave you specifically. Take it quickly."

Shiro scratched his head and accepted it.

I always feel that my third uncle and third aunt are very similar. They never let them work for free and they always pay them for any work they do.

Strange, didn’t Third Uncle and Third Aunt really discuss this in advance?

Cui Chengliang placed the remaining copper coins against his chest.

"Didn't you want to make a bowl out of gum yesterday? Did you try it?"

Speaking of this, Shiro looked frustrated: "I tried, but it didn't work."

The gum was too soft and before it dried it became a puddle and could not be molded into the shape of a bowl.

Moreover, a bowl requires a lot of gum. Even if you pick all the gum from the mountain, you still can't make many bowls.

He was naive.

Cui Chengliang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. It's a good thing to have ideas. Although they won't succeed every time, success is inseparable from trying. Think more and try more. Even if you don't succeed, you will gain experience."

Silang felt that what his uncle said made sense.

"So, Uncle San, you tried using gum to repair it many times, didn't you?"

"No, I succeeded in one try."

Seeing Silang's resentful face, Cui Chengliang held back his laughter and returned to the upper room.

I'm in a good mood today.

After resting for a while, Silang went out with the saved piece of meat roasted on the stove.

When I passed by my uncle's house, I hesitated for a long time, but finally knocked on the door.

"Fourth brother?" Li Qiu took a step back, his face full of defensiveness.

Shiro took out some meat hotpot and stuffed it into her hands.

"This is what Fourth Brother bought in the city this morning. It smells delicious. Take it and share it with Sister Lichun."

Li Qiu looked as if she had seen a ghost. It was good enough that Fourth Brother didn't come to steal her things, but this time he actually offered to give her food?!

It’s filled with meat, and it makes me drool just looking at it.

When Yu heard the sound, she came out and saw Silang standing at the door. She was obviously stunned.

Li Qiu ran behind Yu and tugged at the corner of her clothes with her little hands.

"Mom, my fourth brother brought me some meat and bacon in the city."

Looking at the crispy and tempting meat buns, Yu was a little overwhelmed. Two days ago, when she went to the old house, she heard Old Lady Cui say that the children of the second wife had improved.

But buying meat buns costs money, where do they get the money?

Could it be that he stole it from the upper room?

Yu returned the meat and said calmly, "Keep it for yourself. Do you have anything else to do?"

Silang's face flushed red, he knew that his aunt had misunderstood.

"This money was earned by my third aunt and me, it wasn't..." stolen.

Hearing Lin's words, Yu's expression softened a bit, but she still didn't want to take Silang's things for nothing. Who knew if she took his things, Feng would rush out and point at her and scold her.

She didn't dare take it.

"I understand, but I won't eat it."

Silang knew that his aunt-in-law would not accept it, so he did not force her and whispered his purpose.

Yu was even more surprised: "You want to buy six eggs?"

Silang took out twelve coins and handed them to Yu.

Thinking of Feng's farce last night, although she didn't watch it, she heard a few words about it during the day.

It's not easy for Silang and his sister to have such a mother. The eggs were probably bought for Erlang to eat.

Yu sighed, went back to the house and took out six eggs.

"Just give me ten cents. We're all relatives, so there's no need to calculate so precisely."

Silang insisted on giving her twelve cents, but before she could speak, she turned and ran away.

Looking at Silang's figure, Yu felt indescribable.

I hope these children are not too deeply influenced by Feng.

When Sanlang went there, the brick kiln was processing a batch of waste products. This time he spent thirty cents and bought three full carts.

When loading the truck, he secretly stuffed two eggs into each of the loaders' pockets.

The guy understood what I meant and not only packed half more, but also moved more gently. There were not as many fragments as last time, and most of them were intact.

The remaining two eggs and a steamed bun were all given to the coachman, Uncle Wang.

While eating the meat hot bread, Wang Bo squinted his eyes comfortably and drove the ox cart steadily.