MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’-Chapter 23 Financial power, poor Ling Jingxuan

The remaining wild grapes licked just three jars of jam, Ling Jingxuan left a can for the children to eat, and the other two cans were cooled and sealed with white cloth and placed on the crescent The spring water is soaked, ready to go to the market to sell tomorrow, the two buns were bathed at night, and the wild grape branches and pear branches inserted in the front yard were poured with water, Ling Jingxuan returned to the house.

"What about dry? Not too tired every day?"

The two buns sat face to face on the bed, with a string of copper coins worn in the middle of the string. The two were counting through the moonlight. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, and they had to count once every night. Thoroughly expressed speechless.

"Which can? How much is this? If I can, I still want to count the money every moment."

Only at this time, the big buns are surprisingly naive, innocently only to see the money.

"Amount... I think you just got into the money and got it."

The corner of the mouth couldn't help but pumped. Ling Jingxuan couldn't afford to pay. I have seen love money. Who has seen love like this?

"I think about it."

I didn't even notice the old man's speechlessness. The big buns were holding the money and looking at him excitedly: "Hey, guess how many copper plates do you have?"

"How many?"

Ling Jingxuan lazily stunned his eyes and handed himself a bowl of herbal tea. Can he say that he is now stunned when he hears the little buns saying money?

"I’m going to have nine big money. I’m blaming for buying too many things today, or I’m sure there are one or two silver.”

At the end of the day, the big steamed bun glanced at him with infinite resentment. Until now, he still feels the money to buy the cans. Who knows if the wine he brewed can make money? If it can’t be sold, hundreds of articles will be all wasted.

"Cough..."

Wen Yan, Ling Jingxuan, who was drinking water, was a suffocating one. He almost didn’t kill himself. The two buns quickly got out of bed and left and right to help him shoot his back.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The little buns are okay, looking at him with his shiny eyes on his back, big buns...

"Hey, you said that you are not too small, would you still have a drink?"

If it wasn't for you, can I find it?

Hearing the chanting of his little adult, Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes and couldn't wait to find the root line to hang himself. He was a shackle!

"Cough... well, I am fine."

It’s hard to slow down. Ling Jingxuan tried to wave the 'psychological shadow' that the big steamed buns had caused him. After wiping his mouth, he looked at the big buns and said: "Xiaowen, I plan to go to the county town tomorrow, the second uncle's prescription. I still have a few medicinal herbs, and I should add some things at home. By the way, I still want to buy a few sets of clothes, let's..."

"Hey, what are you doing? Why don't you spend money all day long? Are it easy to ask for that money? How many times have I told you that the money is urgent, you don't listen Hey? How can you live like this? If you have Jinshan Yinshan, you can’t stand it like you spend it, oh, you will stop, let’s...”

Without waiting for him to finish, the big buns interrupted him sharply, and the thin face became a pig liver color, and his big round eyes glared at him, and his mouth was like a chanting. It’s like he’s done a lot of evil things, Ling Jingxuan is so dumbfounded, he... dare let him finish?

What the father and son did not know was that their conversation was passed into the ear of the man who was injured in the next door. The man bent his lips and his face showed even the smiles and jealousy he did not notice. It is faint to think that there is such a wife and children who seem to be good.

"...Hey, listen to me, the days are not like you. We have to know how to save frenzied. You have to buy medicine for the second uncle. I don't object, the other ones don't have to be used. The family is not without anything. Our clothes are also Can wear it..."

"Stop! Xiaowen, can I guarantee that you will not move your copper plates?"

The chanting of the big buns is still going on. Ling Jingxuan’s irritated sly hair can’t be tolerated. Mother’s, he has to take back the financial power, must.

"Amount... that can be considered."

The two buns stunned and seemed to be aware of his anger. The big bun blushing was not a natural look. The little buns looked at Ling Jingxuan with his hands sullen and shrinking. For the first time, they are somewhat unaccustomed to them.

"Cough... Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it."

Upon seeing, Ling Jingxuan made a low curse, and pulled them over to apologize. The two buns bowed their heads and said nothing, the small hands were tightly twisted together, apparently did not accept his comfort, Ling Jingxuan helplessly said: "I really don't know." Deliberately, Xiaowen, I know that it’s good to save money, but it’s not right to save money. It’s not true that people often say that they can’t afford to eat, and they don’t plan to be poor all their lives. Isn't it just to make money better? This is reluctant to eat, and it is reluctant to wear it. Is it a bit of an upside down?"

These words he wanted to tell him two days ago. He thought that he was only five years old and he was scared. He had never been willing to speak. Now it seems that he still has to say, otherwise the big buns are afraid of this. Going into extremes.

"I know that some money should be spent, but...but..."

Looking up, the big bun looked at him with tears: "But every time I see the money from my hand, I feel like a pain in the heart."

With the last word falling, the tears that are locked in the bottom of my eyes rolled out of my eyes. The sadness of the eyes could not be described in any words. Ling Jingxuan was so distressed to hug him: "Okay, I don't want to say it. The province will save the province, and there will be no more talks."

After all, he lost to his son.

"Oh...hey..."

Buried in his arms, the big bun was crying, and the little buns next to him also rushed to join in the fun, holding the two little buns crying, Ling Jingxuan was both distressed and hurt, and the brain seemed to be cracked. He has been planted in their hands in this life.

"Oh, if you don't, I will try not to look at it when you spend money."

Lying on the bed later, the back of his little buns suddenly said, Ling Jingxuan only feels more sour and more painful: "No, now there is not much money for the family, there are not many expenses, you still manage the money." After that, we will make more money, and we will leave some of the money spent, and the rest will be handed over to you for future use."

After all, he still couldn't bear to deprive Ling Wen of his only hobby.

"Ok."

In the darkness, Ling Wen nodded heavily, and the little face finally opened his smile. Ling Jingxuan took a look at him through the moonlight. He didn’t say anything, just reached out and rubbed his head, slowly entering his sleep, about money. Things, they finally reached a small consensus, but... is that really the case? Hey, soon Ling Jingxuan will know.