MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’-Chapter 22 Wine cellar jam, iron baby

Their fish seems to be really good to sell, Ling Jingpeng will come back soon, Ling Chenglong is not together, it should be home to help the farmer, after all, now It’s a busy time for the farm. It’s good to have a face-to-face every day. By the way, the thing about the big baby’s family is because Ling Jingxuan’s threat is to sue the government, and it’s not as expected to bring them to trouble. Even if it is stopped, as for Lizheng or Dawajia, will he hate him, Ling Jingxuan said, it doesn't matter, do they have less resentment against him? There are not many more, and there are not many of them.

"What? Twenty one? Is it so expensive?"

When the big bun heard Ling Jingpeng report that the jars of the slender necks of the big belly were actually twenty words, the little face was red, and the eyes were licking the jars. Don’t mention how much pain, twenty, four The hundred words are gone, plus other things have been bought, today's fish is sold in white.

Ling Jingxuan’s mouth was pumped, and he secretly threw a look at Ling Jingpeng. The brothers were busy moving all the cans into the cellar. Under the instructions of Ling Jingxuan, the two men acted in a smashing of the wild grapes that had been processed yesterday into the jar. Then, seal the bottle with the cloth wrapped in dirt, let the grapes naturally ferment in the jar.

"Well, you can drink it in a month, Jingpeng, is the market in the town open every day?"

Looking at the jars neatly stacked in the cellar, Ling Jingxuan’s face showed a happy smile. If it wasn’t tight, he would like to pick some wild grapes to make wine. Maybe it will be the first bucket he dug in this era. Kim, although he does not know whether there is wine in this era.

"Not at all, every three days, tomorrow is just the day of the gathering, big brother, are you going to go to the market?"

"Well, the rest of the wild grapes I want to get into the market and sell them to the market."

Did not explain too much, Ling Jingxuan nodded and left a lot of wild grapes, it is estimated that two or three cans of jam should not be a problem.

“Can these wild fruits really sell money?”

Wen Yan, Ling Jingpeng curiously asked, he always thought that the eldest brother was cheating Xiaowen.

"Should it be okay? Minger will try to know it. Right, the pool in the backyard should not be dug. Wait for more money and ask people to dig a large pond directly. You are right, Yuehuagou. The fishing rod can't be caught for a long time. It's better to raise it yourself. How much is an item in the future."

During the talk, the two have already arrived in the kitchen. Ling Jingxuan put down the smoldering fire and prepared to make jam and rock sugar. Ling Jinghan’s illness can no longer be delayed. He plans to enter the treatment stage tomorrow, which is why he is going to go to market tomorrow. One of the medicines at home is limited, and some medicines are still taken in the medicine shop.

"Brother, do you teach me jam? I also want to make money."

There is no doubt about what he said, Ling Jingpeng’s eagerness, the matter of the big baby’s family really made him convinced, since the big brother was awake, it seems to become omnipotent, he is convinced from the bottom of his heart, and, although it has passed For many years, but he always remembers that the older brother was very gentle and loved them very much.

"Oh, huh... OK, you will watch it today. Our wild grapes are not much. I am not sure if the jam can be sold at a good price. I will try it tomorrow when I go to town. If the price is good, we will The brothers are doing the partnership."

Ling Jingxuan, who had long planned to let him learn to do business, naturally did not reject the truth. It is a good thing that the younger brother is motivated to advance. Isn't it?

"Well, when I have money, I will let my mother buy more acres of land to build a house here. After the family is divided, we can live together."

Ling Jingpeng’s face was full of bright smiles, and he did not forget to help Ling Jingxuan to drown in the pot. As everyone knows, after hearing what he said, Ling Jingxuan stopped and looked at him for a moment before he said casually: Isn’t it a good day at that home? Are they still thrown at the house like the ones before?”

"Ok?"

The action of drowning, the face of Ling Jingpeng instantly stabbed on his face, sulking his voice: "Well, my lord is okay, because of the second brother, it is not too harsh for us, but he basically does not care, it is impossible. For us to be the master, you know the milk, have never liked the mother, not to mention the uncle, the farmer's work in dozens of acres of land is basically thrown to the donkey, the housework is lost to the mother, they wear every day Clean and free, but my mother..."

Having said that, Ling Jingpeng couldn't help but feel sobbed. After a while, he clenched his fists and looked up at Ling Jingxuan. "Big brother, I will definitely work hard to make money and let my mother and you live a good life."

The bitterness of her mother, the grievances of her older brother, the discomfort of her second brother, the hard work of two young nephews, he understands everything at the age of fourteen, but he is too young to be the master of them.

"Well, yes, Big Brother will work hard with you, but before that, I have to find a way to let the fathers separate. I must have helped you in the past few days. They are already upset."

Patted his shoulder, Ling Jingxuan said affirmatively.

"A few days ago, I was upset, and my mother refused to tell you, afraid that your heart would be uncomfortable."

Looking down, Ling Jingpeng can't hide the downturn, splitting up, who doesn't want to, only when they are separated, they will have a good life, but... the elders are, not separated, the Qing Dynasty has always ruled the country with filial piety, and the elders are still there. In the case of trouble, it is a big filial piety, let alone they are farming homes, ordinary farmers, and it is impossible to propose a separation if there is no need, plus 爹 is a filial piety. Dare to give birth to the idea of ​​separation.

"Is it? Hey!"

Ling Jingxuan snorted and saw the eccentric eyes. Who has seen the eccentricity of the old Ling family? The second child is not a son? They better pray not to bump into his hand, otherwise...

"Oh, good, what are you doing?"

Just as the brothers were silent, the little buns ran in excitement, followed by a wolf and a thin boy who looked like him in the same year.

"Little cat!"

Throw the stick that is being stirred to Ling Jingpeng, and signal that he will continue to stir the jam that has begun to stick in the pot. Ling Jingxuan squats and pokes the head of the little buns, holding the little boy he looks at behind, he should be small Buns often hang on the iron dolls? It is said that he is the only friend of the two buns.

"Hate, you will bully me."

Looking at his neck, the little steamed buns were so spoiled, just a few days ago, he slowly recovered the innocence of the five-year-old child.

"Is it? Don't you want to eat? This can be done, I want to say that I have to give it a little bit to give you water and drink."

Picking up an eyebrow, Ling Jingxuan squinted at him as a dilemma. The little buns were anxious and hurryed: "Who said that I don't want to eat, I..."

"Ha ha..."

Looking at his eager appearance, Ling Jingxuan broke the power in an instant, holding a big laugh, and even Ling Jingpeng could not help but laugh.

"Hate, yell and bully me."

Finally I knew that I was being teased. The little buns pushed him open with his mouth open, and he hugged him with his arms in his arms. Is it like a buns?

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help pinching his face, and he said quietly: "Is he the iron doll you often recite?"

"Well, hey, he is the iron baby. His name is Zhao Tiesheng. He lives at the end of the village. Today, Zhao Shu, they went to the town to send irons. The iron baby is alone at home. I told him to come to our house to play."

Decisively forget that he is still angry, the little buns pull a look at the introverted little boy pushed to Ling Jingxuan.

"Ling Shu is good."

Zhao Tiesheng gave a glance at Ling Jingxuan, shyly hiding behind Lingwu, a Ling Shu fine mosquito, if you don’t listen carefully, you can’t hear it, but Ling Jingxuan is very happy. He likes children, but he is small. The only friend of the buns, he wants to love the house and the black.

"Hey, Xiaowu, take the iron baby to find your brother to play, and I will send it to you when the jam is good."

Struggling to touch the heads of the two children, Ling Jingxuan patted the buttocks of the small buns. Compared with the big butts that were very serious, the little buns were undoubtedly lazy, but he was very serious with him every morning. Playing boxing, now also added the wording, if you can, he hopes that the big buns can also be like this, after all, they are only five years old?

"Ok."

Nodded, the little buns bent over and hugged the wolf's scorpion toward Ling Jingxuan's fangs, pulled up the iron doll and turned away. Ling Jingxuan sent them away and then returned to pick up the work of mixing: "Zhao is a foreign household?"

Not everyone in Lingjia Village is surnamed Ling. According to the memory of the original master, it seems that there are dozens of outdoor visitors. Zhao is one of them. As for the others, he does not know much about it.

"Well, but the Zhao family is different from other foreigners. The big brother of Zhao died early, and the wife died when she was in production. In the past few years, he was a squatter and a mother who pulled the iron baby. It’s very difficult. Fortunately, although there is not much in the Zhao family, Zhao’s brother has the skills to play iron. It’s barely enough to go, but... Three years ago, Zhao’s brother suddenly smashed Han’s big brother. The villagers felt that their two big men were too ridiculous. I am afraid that I will lose the face of Lingjia Village when I pass it out. The patriarch and the second grandfather will re-send them to a homestead. The name is exchanged. In fact, they are driven out of the village. These years, the iron dolls are also small. Like them, they are bullied and strange when they go."

It is more difficult for foreign households, and they are two men who are married, not to mention the hardships.

"Hey, the country is just like the big door, do you really think you are a giant?"

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but sneer. The emperor still married a man as a queen. Are they as they are? Although men and men are really rare, they are generally seen in high-ranking households, and most of the men who enter the door are diverticulums, but the countryside is not without them. Some families have too much labor, and too few people will dislike them. When the son is married, he can exchange two silver money to supplement the family. Some widowers have children, but because they are too poor to be married, they will take a man back to help bring the children to do housework. Basically, this is every village. I have never heard of anyone who has looked down on people, and even think that people are humiliating. Lingjiacun is really the best of the best.