The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

Impatient, Yang Liuhua stretched out her hand and gave Song Youyin a big sinus. She only earned a few copper coins and was so arrogant, and she will pay it back in the future.

Song Fubao snickered, nodded in agreement with Yang Liuhua, if they could sit down and eat together, it meant there was something going on.

"I said that I would build a house for each of my sons to live in alone when they got married. Tell me to think about it."

Yang Liuhua happily talked about her plans, and many of them were what she heard from Song Fubao when she was young, which was very good.

For example, if you don't live with the young couple and mix blindly, distance creates beauty, you have to give more, don't think about taking more, so that you can have a good relationship, she thought it was too reasonable at the time.

As someone who has experienced it, I know very clearly that this will not make everyone's relationship unfamiliar, and it will not make the daughter-in-law disrespect me, but it will make everyone live comfortably.

What is this gap? We must face up to the differences between each age group.

Tsk tsk tsk, just like her mother-in-law, Mrs. Song, isn't she getting along well?

If she finds a good mother-in-law, she will be an even better mother-in-law.

"Matchmaker Chen is still at Chen's house. She will come to our house in the afternoon to discuss the details. You two will keep this matter a secret from me. We can't talk about it when we get back. Especially you, Song Youyin, you talk a lot, remember?"

Yang Liuhua held Song Youyin's ears again and refused to let go, the pain was so painful that Song Youyin was carrying something on his back, his expression twisted, "I got it, mother, I got it, but I didn't understand who it was and who it was with, you guys Tell me!"

He didn't understand anything, so he was asked to keep it a secret, what ah.

It's really uncomfortable to listen to half of it.

Song Fubao and Yang Liuhua looked at each other, smiled, and let go of his poor ears. No one explained, they chased each other, fought and went back to the village.

A few villagers in front of the house were buying stewed pork, which they left home to eat yesterday. They left happily, and Grandma Song came out to pick up Song Fubao.

"There's a guest, so I'm going to fight with us to get rid of the stewed meat. I'll eat it later at home. Besides, I'm tired of eating this meat. Get me some stir-fried leaves of your white radish seedlings. I'll eat them later." It looks as big as three palms, if you don't eat it, you will get old."

Song Fubao: ...

Why is everyone planning on her white radish leaves.

Counting the days, the succulent has almost started to take root, and the radishes will begin to grow in another twenty days, and then the radish leaves can be properly picked.

So Song Fubao simply nodded and agreed.

"Okay, okay, but not now. The house has to be built and the beams are installed. We can pick them to celebrate after we move in. It's a variety that has never been seen before. How can it be eaten easily? We still need to observe more. By the way, Grandma, there is news from Matchmaker Chen, it's this!"

She gave her thumbs up and shook twice, successfully drawing Grandma Song's attention away.

The white radish leaves are not as important as the marriage of children and grandchildren. Grandma Song smiled, and turned her head to talk to Yang Liuhua.

Touching his red and swollen ears, he suddenly realized that he was trying to find a wife for him by hiding it from him, right?

Otherwise, why don't you tell me, and don't let him know.

Thinking of this, Song Youyin's ears immediately turned red. He is only sixteen, and the eldest and second brothers in the family are not married yet, so it's not good for him to be at the front?

I don't know if the girl my mother said is good-looking, if she has a good personality, and if the cooking is delicious, but his cooking is terrible, and I don't have enough money, and I don't know if it is enough for my daughter-in-law.

The more he thought about it, the redder he blushed, Grandma Song couldn't even hear her.

Song Fubao quietly approached him, observed him left and right for a while, leaned forward, and asked in a breathy voice, "Third brother, do you want a wife? How about getting married next month?"

next month?

Song Youyin shook his head, "Next month is too soon... Song Fubao!! What are you talking about, what daughter-in-law, I'm thinking about storytelling, what are you doing, you have been disobedient recently, I'll go to light the fire first gone."

Halfway through the speech, he came to his senses and ran away quickly.

Everyone understood at a glance that he was thinking about his wife, and they all laughed. Yang Liuhua also felt a lot of pressure. The second child has not yet married, so the third child has a girl he likes.

She, she is not enough to toss.

If I knew I wouldn't have so many sons, what a crime!

After the joke was over, Song Fubao went to the white radish field to check the situation. She randomly found the worst-growing one, dug the soil from the side, and observed the growth of the root system below.

Sure enough, as expected, fleshy roots had already begun to take root, which were thicker than the root system of ordinary plants. She dug a few more to see, and it was the same.

So I hurriedly buried the soil back to check if there were any bugs and the like, and checked the system to ensure the authenticity of the product, but it turned out that there was nothing at all.

This technology, modern agricultural powers will say 666 after seeing it!

After the inspection, I went back to the old house site. The main body of the house is about to be capped, and the yard fence has also begun to be lined and bricks laid to surround it.