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

Butcher Hu opened his big round eyes and asked puzzledly: "Why don't I let you do it?"

He is not stupid!

Everyone in the family can make money, and he is eager to do so.

However, "Don't be too tired. There is still a son here. Let him do all the dirty work."

Sons are meant to be used so that they can be able to bear the burden of supporting the family in the future.

Mother Hu felt relieved.

I am not planning to have dinner at my daughter's house right now. I just want to go home as soon as possible before it gets dark.

After being out for such a long time, I was afraid that the house would be too dirty to look at. I had to clean it up when I got back, soak it in rice, and steam it in the morning.

Butcher Hu had no objection.

The two of them just waited for Hu Wenhua to come back from cutting bamboo.

"Mom and dad, I'll drive an ox cart to see you off. I'll send you a few barrels that the carpenter has made right now." Fan Jin stepped forward and said.

Butcher Hu originally wanted to say that it was not far away, so it would be troublesome to send him back and forth!

Hearing that there were still barrels, he had to swallow his words.

Shui Qing went into the house and packed up a lot of things she had purchased before, mainly fire folders, candles, and lamp oil.

Hu's mother has always lived a frugal life. She only saves on these expensive items when she can, and rarely buys them.

The last time they went to Fucheng, they stocked up a lot. They will go to Fucheng often in the future and can buy it at any time. Today they took the opportunity to bring some back to their parents, maybe they can use it later.

Fan Jin turned to his mother-in-law and said, "Mom, you have worked hard these days. The weather is cold this year and the charcoal fire may be tense. You two, don't worry. I said hello to the people who burn charcoal in the village and will send charcoal to you when the time comes." past."

They burn charcoal for the Golden Ox and Silver Ox every year and sell it. He has already told them that this year they do not need to transport the charcoal to be sold outside, but sell it directly to his family.

Shui Qing said that he could have as many as he wanted. When the new house was built and the space was large, he could store as much as he wanted.

My mother-in-law was afraid that she would be reluctant to buy more, so he would deliver it to them when the time came.

He would also send it to his own mother. After giving birth to him, he would fulfill his filial piety himself.

Hu’s mother’s first reaction was to refuse: “I can’t help much, it’s not hard work.

You don't need to give us charcoal fire. Your father and brother are still making money at home. We have the money to buy it ourselves. "

It is convenient to have charcoal fire for stewing vegetables in winter, but it doesn’t require much.

I asked my son-in-law to come all the way to deliver it to Baba. Even though he didn't give birth to me, I still felt distressed when I was tired.

"As long as you have the heart." Butcher Hu's attitude was better this time, and he didn't dislike Fan Jin as much as before.

Fan Jin didn't say any more. There was an ox cart and the charcoal had been burned. It couldn't be returned if it was sent there.

Seeing that her daughter had packed up a lot of things for her to take home, Hu's mother blushed and waved her hands in a low voice, "My Qing'er, you can't do this!"

I've been here for ten days, and my original intention was to help. What would happen if I still brought something back with me?

There is no glory in front of my son-in-law.

"Your mother-in-law didn't give it to you. What would your son-in-law think if you gave it to us?"

Shui Qing laughed, "It's okay, Mom, your son-in-law said, this is to thank you for your help, it's extra;

If my mother-in-law came to help, she would prepare one for her, but now that she has not done any work, if we send things there, we are afraid that in the future she will feed her appetite, and we will not be able to bear it. "

I also asked Fan's mother about it at the beginning. She had pain in her hands, back and body, and couldn't do any small tasks. She even sent something over, even if she sent a fish over in the future, she didn't think it was worthy of frying the fish. of oil!

Some people are inconsiderate.

If you give her something, she won't think it's you who is being nice, but she will think she is awesome.

Mother Hu thought of Mother Fan's appearance and stopped trying to persuade her.

She disliked her daughter and said it was not good for her daughter. To be honest, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart, so she just said it for the sake of her son-in-law and mother-in-law.

"Okay, once the house is built and the courtyard gate is closed, you can live your own life in peace and quiet."

Butcher Hu watched the mother and daughter muttering to each other. He was not bothered and waited quietly.

After a while, Hu Wenhua came back with several dolls and bamboos.

They just cut a few bamboo trees on the edge of Zhushan. They don't have to go up the mountain, and they go quickly and don't waste time.

When he heard that he was going back, Hu Wenhua was already prepared but still a little reluctant. The bright smiles on Jiang Hehu and Xing Hui's faces disappeared.

Fan He's first reaction was: "Uncle, I'll give you all this bamboo to take back and sell for money!"

Their family has a bamboo mountain, which is convenient for cutting bamboo.

Mother Hu stopped her with a smile: "Do you think Niutou Town is a Fucheng? There are a lot of bamboos around Niutou Town, unlike people in Fucheng who have to go out of town if they want bamboo tubes."

Hu Wenhua suddenly thought, oh, my nephew's method of selling bamboo would not work in Niutou Town.

Even if the wine in a bamboo tube has a fresh aroma and is more delicious, people in Niutou Town will not spend two cents to buy it. They are more likely to cut bamboo.

"No need to bring it! If anyone really wants a bamboo tube, I'll just go and chop a few bamboos next to Niutou Town."

Fan Jin and Butcher Hu tied the barrels tightly on the oxcart, and put the gifts in the barrels. Only Fan Jin and Hu's mother sat on the cart. Butcher Hu and Hu Wenhua were big and fast. , following along.

It was still early in the day, and there were three big men, especially two of them, who were burly and had fierce looks on their faces. There was no disaster or famine outside, so Shui Qing was not worried about his safety.

She just wants to make as much money as possible, save money, and stock up on supplies to prepare for winter and next year.

Not only do we need to live a good life, but we also need to live a good life with plenty of food and clothing!

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Ling Ran followed Fan Jin and the others back and knew that the Fan family's brewing business had a better life than ordinary farmers.

When we arrived, we were even more surprised to see the scale of the house.

This is not an ordinary three-room big house, but a courtyard!

And each room is very spacious. When chatting with Fan Jiang, I learned that this was the decision made by their mother, who said that the rooms are large, bright and comfortable to live in.

When it was time for dinner, he pursed his lips and hesitated when he was eating exactly the same food as Fan Jiang and the others.

"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry?" Shui Qing asked after seeing Ling Ran hesitate to move his chopsticks.

Will he be full just by looking at the food?

"Brother Ling, I always eat the food cooked by my mother-in-law! You will know it after you taste it." Fan Jiang gulped down the food and did not forget to take the time to show off to Ling Ran.

Fan He proved through his actions that it is particularly delicious!

Ling Ran was afraid that the family would misunderstand, so he held up the rice bowl with his sharp-jointed hands and explained with a smile on his lips: "No, I didn't expect that I eat the same food as you."

Since he left the Ling family and ran out of money, he had to do hard work in exchange for food. Those people only served him a bowl of rice or a steamed bun. Even if they made meat and eggs, they were not something he could eat.

In the Fan family, they use stoneware bowls that look like small pots, with white rice on the bottom. The dishes on top include meat, eggs, and vegetables. The dishes are exactly the same as those of the children of the Fan family!

He even had more meals than the five children.