Be a little landlord

Lin Lixuan smiled and blinked, looked back at Zhao Liniang, with doubts in his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Where did it come from?"

Zhao Liniang scolded him: "What are you hiding from me? I'm asking about the 40 taels of silver. How did you get it?"

Lin Lixuan pretended to be surprised: "Didn't Brother Yan tell you?"

Zhao Liniang stretched her neck forward, her eyes widened, and Brother Yan?

Brother Yan also helped hide it from her. She probably guessed that it was the private money that the young couple secretly hid. As a mother, the child grew up and got married, and she became more and more unfamiliar with herself, so she avoided hiding the private money from herself. When Zhao Liniang learned of this, there must be some anger, but more sadness.

Looking at the resentment on the other side's face, Lin Lixuan smiled and said, just taking advantage of this time to pass the money to the public. The money obtained from the manuscripts sold by Songyun Bookstore has not been told to Zhao Liniang. The more it sells, the more popular it is. As an author, he has received more and more dividends. In addition, the last time Mr. Shen acted as an intermediary to let him sell prescriptions, Mr. Shen felt that he owed him, and the convenience he gave him was even more.

"Mom, do you still remember that some time ago I stayed at home and wrote and drew on paper..."

"Remember." Zhao Liniang said quietly, her eyes drooping listlessly, "I thought you were serious about reading and reviewing your homework." After the spring, when you go back to the academy to study, how do you know...how do you know that your son doesn't want to study anymore, and just wants to stay in the school. Being a landowner in the village...

"I wrote some short stories in the story books. The owner of Songyun Bookstore saw that my stories were well written and asked for my manuscripts to be printed in volumes. Unexpectedly, the books I wrote sold very well in the market, so he got The income of dozens of taels of silver." Lin Lixuan thought that what he said, Zhao Liniang must be most concerned about him earning tens of taels of silver by writing short stories, but judging from Zhao Liniang's reaction, she was not concerned about money at all.

For Zhao Liniang, no amount of money can compare to her son writing a book!Three lines of forehead lines were squeezed out on her forehead. It is unbelievable. She is not a scholar and cannot read, but she knows that only talented people can write a book...

Such a big matter, the son actually kept it from her! ! ! ! ! !

It's worse than hiding money from her without telling her! ! !

Zhao Liniang stretched out a hand to him: "Where are the books?"

"I don't have one at home." Lin Lixuan said truthfully, it wasn't that he didn't give it, it was that he really didn't.

"That's probably not the case." The son must be lying to her. Hmph, the child in front of her is really getting less and less pleasing to her. I just beg Brother Yan to give her a grandson as soon as possible. A son, a daughter, or both will be fine.

"Only the samples sent by the bookstore are placed in the store. Mom, I'll buy one if you want it?"

"One copy is not worth it! You have to buy three copies, not four copies, five copies."

"..." Lin Lixuan choked, "Why do you want so much, mother, you can't read."

"What's wrong with being illiterate?—I'm just illiterate, but I'm not blind. Buy a few more copies, and I'll burn a few more copies for your father." Not only his father, but also his grandma, his grandpa, His grandfather...

"Mom, a book is not cheap, you really want to do this?" Dad on Huangquan Road may prefer others to burn paper money for him.

"What's the matter, the family is making you prodigal, and mother is not allowed to buy things?"

"No, as long as you are happy."

Let's spend money together within a reasonable range! !

After the sale of the deed, Brother Yu officially moved into their house. Naturally, it was impossible to sleep with Zhao Liniang like before, so he separated a small room for him in the side hall. Brother Yu was careful but not small, and his hands and feet were nimble. , The action is nimble, and took over most of Zhao Liniang's breeding business as soon as he came.

The Lin family now has one cow, two donkeys, four pigs, three litters of ducks, six cages of chickens, and three little milk dogs.Brother Yu came up in the morning and went to cook pig food. Accompanied by the crowing of the rooster, the little milk dogs rubbed against his feet in groups, waiting to be fed.

The three dogs of the Lin family are ordinary pastoral dogs that are common in the countryside. There are three milk dogs, and one brown dog is the eldest.A white one with black spots is the second child, and a yellow one is the youngest. This yellow puppy is the most special. It barks loudly and sounds super fierce. It looks like a vicious dog. It's just that this dog's mistress "has a different voice and face", the dog's face doesn't look like a barking dog at all, on the contrary... according to Lin Lixuan's words, it looks very stupid.

There is an inexplicable sense of joy that makes people laugh involuntarily when they look at its dog face.

"Little San, don't bark, I'll feed you later." Brother Yu stroked its dog's head soothingly, and Dog Xiaosan closed his eyes comfortably.

Brother Yu's parents came to see him and went back with peace of mind when they saw that he was living in a healthy life. Mother watched him leave with red eyes. Li Yue'e was busy going back to Ji's house to deal with matters. Spring plowing was approaching, and sister-in-law's belly was getting bigger and bigger. In addition, the matter has come to this point, and the parents have accepted their fate. This result is already a blessing in misfortune.

Knowing that Lin Lixuan took out the money, Boss Ji and his wife were even more ashamed to come over.

Brother Yu originally thought that he would miss his parents when he stayed in the Lin family, but he didn't. He felt very at ease in the Lin family. Brother and brother-in-law, as well as Zhao Liniang, would not scold him for nothing, and would not pick on him. Bone-like nitpicking, and no one will whisper in his ear every day: a double is a waste of food.

This kind of life is very novel to Brother Yu, and it is more practical to do things during the day. In addition to helping feed chickens and pigs, Brother Yu also helps cook food in the shop. Just like his own brother, Brother Yu's hands are also Coincidentally, the snacks made look good, and he also helps to look after the shop, and the counting is getting better and better. He has never missed the number of copper coins he counted.

Brother Yu has always been thinking in his heart that he owed his brother-in-law 30 taels of silver, and he must pay it back. As a little Shuang'er under the age of ten, how should he earn money? After much deliberation, he really came up with a way.

That is to make lanterns. When he was five or six years old, Brother Yu once saw an old man in the village making lanterns. He squatted aside and watched intently. The kind old man saw that he liked it and taught him how to make lanterns. , Later that grandfather died, Brother Yu also forgot about it, he was not able to make lanterns for fun at Ji's house, but now...

Brother Yu found bamboo strips, thin threads, and white paper. The curved bamboo strips were tied tightly and connected by thin and long white threads, and gradually formed. The skeleton of the lantern was built, like a fat watermelon, pasted with white paper Putting on the skeleton, after a short while, an exquisite white lantern was ready. Brother Yu made several in one go, and he impatiently sold them in the county town, where business travelers were bustling with each other. Exquisite lanterns were placed at his feet one by one. What made Brother Yu anxious was that the passers-by didn't care about his lanterns at all, and no one came to buy them. The cold wind blew, and the white lanterns like snow were scattered on the ground. Very bleak.

Brother Yu was very sad, it turned out that selling lanterns could not make any money...

He waited all afternoon, but no one cared about the lantern. When he was about to go back in despair, someone came to ask.

"How much is a lantern?" An old woman in gray-blue clothes asked.

The dejected brother Yu immediately raised his head, his eyes seemed to be shining, "...three...three pennies a piece." He originally wanted to say five pennies a piece, but...but let's say less, in case the person in front of him My aunt thinks it's too expensive and doesn't buy it.

"Okay, I'll take them all." There are six lanterns in total, and eighteen coins.

The woman carried the lantern, and when she left, she murmured: "This white lantern is well made... His grandma passed away, oh... hang up a white lantern for the funeral..."

"..." Brother Yu held the [-] copper coins he got, with a sad and happy expression on his delicate face. Although the lantern was finally sold, it seemed to be different from what he imagined.