After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

Fan’s mother shut up and didn’t speak.

What Fan Qian and Sun Jinhua bought was the food that Lao Er's family gave them to survive the disaster years, and then they raised Zhao brother. When they were raised, they would still want Zhao brother back. How could they sell it?

If you sell it, you won't be able to get it back.

Fan Jin came over, holding Shui Qing in one hand and Zhao Di in the other. He went straight to the old village chief and asked: "Old village chief, we are not recruiting a brother for money, but adopting a brother. From now on, She is our couple's daughter.

In return, I will give the eldest brother's family a thousand pounds of black noodles. If they agree, they will establish a written agreement now. "

When Yan Qiuxing returned to Jianghehu and heard about it, his face showed joy.

They didn't know what adoption meant, but they knew that their little sister would be a real family member!

Just like the previous two months, we eat together, sleep together, read together and work together.

"Adoption?" Sun Jinhua opened her mouth and murmured.

There used to be adopted children in the village. The rule of adoption is that they will have no relationship with their biological parents from now on. From now on, they will only care for their adopted parents until they are born and buried. Others will not say a word, but they will be praised if they are kind to their biological parents. ungrateful.

How does this happen?

Fan Qian breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Sun Jinhua down, and said in a low voice: "Fortunately, it's just a daughter. Anyway, the daughter can't live and die for us, so the adoption will be adopted. We won't lose."

Sun Jinhua raised her eyes and looked at the leader. Is it really not a loss?

Fan's mother babbled: "One thousand pounds of black noodles is too little."

"It's so easy to recruit my younger brother to work, why do you want to do this?"

"The four eldest grandsons at home all eat a lot, so why don't we add more."

The old village chief ignored Fan Qian's family over there, and only asked Fan Jin and Shuiqing, "This is a female doll. Are you sure we will adopt it?"

One advantage of adopting female dolls is that the family property will not be divided, and they can still get married if things go wrong in the future. However, the disadvantage is also the same. Once they get married, they will not be able to provide for them until they die. Therefore, in the past, adoptive children were adopted from boys from the same clan, and there has never been any adoption. My daughter’s!

Especially Fan Jin and Shui Qing already have two daughters and three sons. They know that their eldest brother is plotting, are they sure they want to jump in?

That's a thousand pounds of black noodles.

Even if they didn't care about recruiting a younger brother, the village master wouldn't say anything.

Fan Jin and Shui Qing nodded at the same time.

Only through adoption can the younger brother truly get rid of his blood-sucking biological parents and have his own vast world in the future.

They can't really buy the younger brother, that would be too cruel for the younger brother, and they can't just keep the younger brother, otherwise those who are waiting to recruit the younger brother will still be sold.

They don't care about a thousand kilograms of black noodles. To be precise, they think it's a good deal to exchange a thousand kilograms of black noodles for their younger brother.

Shui Qing smiled and said: "It's just three good words. There are many people and prosperity."

The old village chief looked up at Shui Qing, truly shocked this time.

This woman has a really broad mind!

He looked at Fan Qian and asked, "Do you agree?"

Fan's mother interjected: "It's too little. I might have recruited my younger brother! I won't suffer any loss in raising her."

The old village chief suppressed the depression in his heart and settled the accounts for her: "It's quite a lot. One thousand kilograms of black noodles. You only have seven people. You can make three kilograms of black noodles a day and eat it for nearly a year.

Winter wheat will be harvested in the first half of next year. After the harvest, rice will be planted and harvested again in the second half of the year, which will be enough for your family to survive the disaster year. "

Fan’s mother was still dissatisfied: “Three kilograms is not enough? My four eldest grandchildren can eat three kilograms in one meal.

Besides, the paste is full of water, so it’s hard to make black-noodle buns. "

This time the old village chief didn’t need to speak, the ladies and aunties who were watching couldn’t stand it anymore!

"I said Aunt Fan, do you know what the price of black noodles is now? Six cents per catty! One thousand catties is six taels of silver! Ask around the city and find out whether an eight-year-old female doll can be sold for one thousand catties of black noodles. Do you want to meet?"

"I can't live any longer, and I still have to eat black-faced steamed buns. I don't care if I'm full, but I'm still not hungry enough! This is a beggar who hates the food. If you're like this, why are you afraid of raising another younger brother?"

“There’s really everyone here, today is really an eye-opener!”

After Fan Qian pulled Sun Jinhua, he went to pull his mother again. Afraid that they would provoke public anger if they continued talking, he said to the old village chief with a smile: "Chengcheng! I think it's okay, just listen to the old village chief."

The old village chief's face was gloomy and ugly. He glanced back at the female doll who was protected by Shui Qing behind him, and took a deep breath: "You are also literate. You wrote the deed, signed by both parties, and everyone present witnessed it."

Fan Qian asked: "What about food?"

"It's in my warehouse. Once the deed is signed, my eldest brother and nephews will move back."

Fan Qian and Fan Dazhu relaxed.

Fan Qian's house did not have paper, inkstones, pens, and ink, so the group moved to Fan Jinshuiqing's house.

Zhao Di turned around to pack her clothes, but Yan Qiu and Xing Hui grabbed her and whispered: "Little sister, no more, we still have clothes you can wear."

"Mom, I packed a house two days ago. It has everything. I found out today that it was packed for you, so you don't need to bring anything."

They have seen and understood how the eldest uncle is. As her biological daughter, she does not get any preferential treatment. If she goes to pack her things, she may only get beaten and scolded.

Not worth it!

After hearing the words of the eldest sister and the second sister, Brother Zhao felt that tears were about to fall again.

She walked between the two of them, not looking back once along the way.

Sun Jinhua watched her daughter leave without looking back, feeling disappointed and secretly resentful.

After all, the daughter is not well-raised.

Fan Jin entered the main room and quickly took out two identical deeds. There was a large blank space beside the deeds for everyone to sign and seal. He also took out the pen and ink.

With the villagers of Shanshui Village watching, both parties signed the deed.

Fan Jin waited until the pen and ink were dry, handed one copy to Fan Qian, and carefully put away the other copy.

After Fan Qian stuffed his sleeves, he hurriedly asked: "Where is the black face?"

Fan went to open the warehouse.

The bags of black noodles neatly stacked inside were revealed.

Fan Qian swallowed and suddenly regretted agreeing too readily.

He should ask his mother to come forward and ask for more. Who knew his second brother’s family had so many!

He said with a shy face: "Second brother, let me borrow your donkey cart for a load."

"What a pity, the family car has to be used to carry dirt, so I can't borrow it from my eldest brother." Fan Jin looked calm and gave a perfunctory excuse without any embarrassment.

Fan Qian gritted his teeth, snorted, turned to the old village chief and asked to borrow the cart.

Li Wen and Wang Guifen responded with the same reason.

I asked several times in a row, and they were all like this.

Fan Qian knew that he was being looked down upon, so he probably wouldn't lend it to them.

Fan Sanzhu said impatiently: "Dad, let's carry one bag each, and we can move it back after two or three times! No need to borrow a car from them."

Several people started to move the gangsters. Dozens or hundreds of men seemed to have not seen them, and they had no intention of helping.

Over there, Shui Qingyan Qiuxing led Zhaodi back to her room.

"You're in luck. A pig is being killed today, so you can drink the pig killing soup."

"The house my mother tidied up for you was very clean."