Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Zhang Honghua peeked out from the yard next door and immediately came over with a pot of chicken soup.

"Master and Madam haven't eaten yet, right? Chicken noodle soup or chicken rice soup?"

Qian Jinfeng waved her hand, "Chicken noodle soup."

She was so tired that she couldn't eat.

Song Pan'er came out of the house and saw that Ms. Qian looked so tired, so she hurried to massage her shoulders.

Feng Nian'er also came out and helped pour water for the couple.

Zhenzhu closed the grocery store and came in. She and Zhenzhu went to get some hot water so that the couple could soak their feet after a tiring day.

After scalding their feet, the couple collapsed in the armchairs like two salted fish.

Song Pan'er took out the 50-liang silver note with a swipe.

"Tick, tick, tick! Look! Look at what my cousin earned today!"

Qian Jinfeng didn't take it seriously. She took the banknote and looked at it, and her eyes widened instantly.

"This is... Oh my God! 50 taels!"

"Nian'er, you earned 50 taels today!"

Song Dahe was also surprised, "Let me see."

Qian Jinfeng handed over the banknote, and the couple looked at Feng Nian'er in unison, then at the banknote, then at the banknote, and then at Feng Nian'er again.

"Oh! Nian'er has made it big! She can earn money by herself, and so much!" Qian Jinfeng almost said "Qian Jinling can rest in peace", but fortunately she shut up in time and did not mention Feng Nian'er's sad story at such a happy moment.

Song Dahe nodded, returned the banknote to Song Pan'er, gave Feng Nian'er a thumbs up and praised her, "Not bad, she's quite capable."

Feng Nian'er smiled and took the opportunity to suggest going to the county town for a meal the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow is Qian Jinfeng's birthday, and she wants to use her own money to treat her aunt and uncle to a good meal.

I saved a lot of money while fleeing the famine, and I earned another five taels today. I can go to the silver shop and pick out a birthday gift for my aunt.

"You should have gone to the county town to play a long time ago. It's so boring staying in Wubao every day." Song Dahe still felt a little uncomfortable when he said this. You know, his daughter didn't come home until dark before, but now she stays in the yard every day, and no one knows what she is doing.

Song Pan'er understood what he meant and rolled her eyes without hesitation. "What do you think I want to do? There are so many things to do in Wubao every day, and you have to wait for people to come to you to make money. How much did it cost to build Wubao?"

Song Dahe slammed the table and nodded at Song Pan'er who was massaging Qian Jinfeng. "It's just money. Once the food court opens, I'll make you tens of thousands every day! Otherwise, I'll take your surname!"

After a pause, he glared at the little girl in dissatisfaction, "Come here and massage your father. Don't break the skin on your mother's shoulder. You've been massaging for a long time, it's my turn now!"

Song Pan'er snorted and spread out her hands. "If you want me to press it for you, take the silver. One penny per quarter of an hour!"

Song Dahe took off his slippers and was about to beat him up, "You're robbing me!"

Song Pan'er ran away quickly, "I'm going to rob you! If you save money for yourself, I'm going to sue you!"

"Ms. Qian, your husband has saved 13 taels of money... mmm..."

Before she could say the rest of her words, Song Dahe grabbed her and covered her mouth.

"Are you still my biological daughter? Why do you always put the blame on me?"

Song Pan'er blinked, pushed away her father's hand that had just taken the slippers, and said "Huh~" in disgust, "I'm not afraid that you will become bad if you have money."

"Isn't it said that 'men become bad when they have money'?"

"Old Song, I'm doing this for your own good. I don't want you to become a bad husband or a bad father."

Song Dahe was so angry that he fell backwards and pointed at Song Pan'er without saying a word for a long time.

"I'm so poor I want to rob..."

God knows he only has two big coins on him every day during this period, and the prices here are high, so he can't even buy a white flour bun.