The little husband of the sick prince's family

After eating and drinking, Mrs. Song touched her round belly, as if she remembered something, she asked tentatively: "Brother Yun, do you want any more sweet potatoes?"

"Yes!" Zou Yunjian responded sharply.

"Okay, I'll bring you all the sweet potatoes from the field tomorrow." This matter has been weighing on Mrs. Song's heart, which kept her awake all night, and she was relieved to solve it all at once.

"By the way, ma'am, can you help me find 10 trustworthy people in the village to grind sweet potatoes here, and the wages are 50 yuan a day."

Sweet potatoes have a long shelf life and can usually be stored at room temperature for 1 to 2 months. However, the home is too small and there is really no space to stack them. It is better to quickly grind them into sweet potato powder for easy storage.

"Brother Yun, it's the autumn harvest season, and all the strong and strong men in the village are in the fields. Madam can only find some half-grown boys and some young brothers."

During the busy farming period, women have to cook at home, deliver food and water to their men, and sometimes they have to go to the fields to do farm work in person.

Aunt Song racked her brains, but couldn't find a suitable candidate: "I'll go to the village to ask later to see if anyone is willing to do it."

Song Dazhuang picked a few red and purple grapes, looked at the sweet grapes, and stuffed them all into his mouth at once, grinning his teeth from the sourness, doubting life, he was not happy after hearing Mrs. Song's words, and shouted: " Brother Yun, don't listen to my mother's nonsense, as far as your daily salary, half the people in the village are vying for it."

Indeed, during the slack season, most of the jobs in the town were embroidering purses. Embroidering all night, groping in the dark, almost blinding eyes, only 20-30 cash a day, if the shopkeeper thinks the stitches are not dense, you have to Cut half price.In Brother Yun's place, he is close to home, saves money on ox carts, and earns a net profit of 50 yuan in one noon. If his family's few acres of land are not too busy, he would like to come over to join in the fun.

Aunt Song blushed, she is a person who likes to worry too much, she will never leave the sea when she is not sure, she will give herself some leeway, seeing her son tearing her down, she gave Song Dazhuang another hard twist thigh meat.

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In the early morning of the next day, the soft sunlight fell on the people resting on the ridge of the field, and family members came to deliver meals to their husband one after another, creating a warm atmosphere.

A sharp female voice broke the tranquility at the moment: "Village Chief, you have to find a way for us! There are so many sweet potatoes that we can't even sell them. How will our family survive in the next year?" The skinny little brother standing beside her pulled over and slapped her hard a few times: "It's all caused by this plague star. Last year, sweet potatoes made so much money. This year, after he came, the price dropped."

The little brother was black and thin, with a pair of big dull eyes that stood out from his sunken cheeks, and his tattered clothes were ripped off his shoulders.

The old village head gave me a headache just looking at it. This Wu family can always threaten people like this. The child was beaten a few days ago. Everyone should make concessions and compromises. But as time goes by, everyone's hearts have hardened. Seeing the child being beaten, it is right to pretend that he did not see it.

The old village chief sighed: "Mr. Wu, please be reasonable. What's the matter with Brother Ning? Isn't it because you were envious that Zhang's sweet potatoes made money and built a house the year before last? If it weren't for the persuasion of our villagers, you would have more sweet potatoes this year." It takes up half of the land." Brother Ning is also poor, the only grandmother who loved him sent him to Wu's place before she passed away, hoping that Wu would give him a bite to eat.

When I first came here, I was white and tender, but after a while, I became like this, shriveled, with large and small wounds on my hands, and bruises and black swelling on my shoulders.

After hearing this, Wu burst into tears, and pinched Ning Ge'er vigorously: "Woo, village chief, I don't care. Look, this broom star is here. What happened to my family? My man broke his leg, and my son failed the election." , It’s not all his fault.”

The old village chief waved his hand: "Mr. Wu, you can settle your own affairs behind closed doors, and don't let everyone know about it."

The old village head didn't care about it. Mrs. Wu even forgot howling and froze. This trick doesn't work for the village head now?Unwilling to be reconciled, he made more ruthless movements with his hands, and gritted his teeth at Brother Ning: "Are you dumb? You can't even cry?"

It's a pity that even so, the little brother just pursed his lips and kept silent, as if he couldn't feel the pain, like a puppet at the mercy of others.

After Mrs. Wu left with hatred, Ning Geer pulled up his clothes and was about to go to the fields again. The old village chief took a steamed bun and stuffed it into Ning Geer's hand with guilt: "Ning Geer, eat some steamed buns, what are you doing?" After a day of living, take a rest."

Brother Yun, on the other hand, was still in a daze, not at all angry, and when the village chief walked away, he found a small corner by himself, gobbling up steamed buns.

He only drank a bowl of rice soup in the morning, and there were only a few sparse grains of rice underneath. After doing so much work, Mrs. Wu didn't even bring him food, and he was beaten. Now he is hungry and hurts.

Thinking about it, he missed his grandma again, the grandma who always had a smile on her face and would hide the best food he ate.

Brother Ning wiped his eyes with his sleeve suddenly, he must earn money well, and bury grandma properly...

When Aunt Song came, everyone was about to go to the field, she hurriedly called out: "Is there anyone going to Brother Yun's house to peel sweet potatoes, 50 yuan a day, not including food."

"Brother Yun? That little bastard? Aunt Song, don't be fooled by him. He's just sneaking around all day. How can he get so much money?" A young daughter-in-law said with a smile.

"Yes, ma'am, don't be fooled by him." More people responded.

Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles! ! !

Brother Yun sells ice powder in the town to make money in summer, these people don't know about it, but the whole village knows about his idleness before.

Mrs. Song couldn't argue with her words, and the thousand words were finally converted into: "Is there really no one going? 50 Wen a day is more than an embroidered purse."

"Ma'am, it's busy here, I really can't leave."

"Ma'am, I'm going to work first, I've been delayed for a long time."

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In the blink of an eye, almost everyone dispersed, only some old people and younger brothers were still hesitating, but no one took the initiative to speak.

"Ma'am, I want to go..." Because he hadn't spoken for a long time and his throat was dry, Ning Ge'er vigorously scraped the wall of his lower lip to make it secrete saliva, patted the dust on his body, and arranged his hair specially, feeling embarrassed He opened his mouth and said, even if he was cheated in the end and didn't earn any money, he still wanted to give it a try.

After all... You can earn 50 Wen a day.

Aunt Song didn't expect Brother Ning to speak, her eyes were no longer lifeless, and there was a trace of anticipation, yes, anticipation.

Aunt Song knew that the child had a hard time in Wu's house, so she nodded, "Brother Ning, go to Brother Yun every day at noon, so what about your work in the field?"

There was a flash of struggle in Ning Ge'er's eyes, and it disappeared quickly. He slowly said: "I get up early in the morning to do the work in the field. In the afternoon, when my aunt leaves, I will plead with my elder brother. Auntie, I am not afraid of being tired. Don't be afraid of hardship, it's okay."

At the end of Ge'er Ning's speech, the ending trembled slightly, for fear that the aunt would refuse.

"Okay." The aunt touched his head and sighed, "Good boy." It's a pity that life is hard.

After Ning Ge'er started, the few people who were still hesitant also agreed, and at worst, they would learn a lot of wisdom from a pitfall.

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