The little husband of the sick prince's family

Qi Lin's story is different from the popular stories on the market where a lady in a mansion and a young brother fall in love with a poor scholar, and regardless of their parents' obstruction, they go their own way and elope with the scholar. In the end, the wife relies on the rich husband or the peasant girl in a remote mountain village, and the young brother accidentally rescues her. After saving the injured prince, the young master, relying on his kindness, made progress and finally reaped the direction of the loyal dog.

His storybook focuses more on describing the love and killing of opposing forces, and writes their inner entanglement, pain, love and can't get enough, full of tension, and the foreshadowing left behind is even more ticklish for readers.

Shopkeeper Cai stared intently at the cage behind Qi Lin, wishing to open it to see if there was any rice paper inside that would describe the development of the next story.

Qi Lin smiled lightly: "Of course there is, but it depends on the intention of the shopkeeper."

Shopkeeper Cai raised his eyebrows, laughed boldly, and said clearly: "There are two ways for our book store to receive the book, one is to buy it out directly, and the other is to deduct the cost of our book production, and the profit is [-]% or [-]%. Xiucai, do you want...?"

It takes a lot of time and energy to write a storybook. If an unknown writer chooses to share, he needs to bear a lot of uncertain factors. In the end, he may not earn three taels of silver. People usually choose to buy out directly, after all, no one can guarantee that their book will become popular overnight.

"Divided." The gentle and elegant voice was firm.

"Okay." The expected answer, shopkeeper Cai waved his hand, signaling to the waiter to get the deed.

"Pleasant to work with."

At the moment when the handprint was printed, shopkeeper Cai's heart was pounding. He had a hunch that Qi Xiucai's words could have given him a good turnaround, and even made him better.

……

Qi Xiucai, who had been placed with high hopes, was rushing to the market with the silver money in his hand.

When I have money, I naturally have to buy my husband his favorite ribs.

I came to the butcher at the corner by familiar ways. I came early today, and there were still a lot of ribs, ribs, and fat left.

"Qi Xiucai is here." Mr. Qi Lin came to buy meat from him recently, so he was familiar with him, so the big butcher said kindly, "This pig was just slaughtered today, it's fresh."

The color is really good, the muscles are shiny, the red color is even, not dull, Qi Lin's thin lips slightly parted: "Everything is as usual."

"Hole, pork ribs cost 20 yuan a catty, a total of 60 yuan, and lean meat costs 30 yuan a catty, a total of 60 yuan."

Lifting the knife and dropping it, the weight was not bad at all. The butcher wrapped the ribs in banana leaves and handed them to Qi Lin.

Seeing that his gaze was still on the table, the butcher asked, "What else does Qi Xiucai want to buy?"

Qi Lin recalled the cute look of the little husband "Gulu Gulu" who drank the boiled milky white tube bone soup a few days ago, his happy eyes squinted into crescent shapes, and asked, "Do you have any big bones this morning?"

"Tubular bone?" The butcher asked puzzled, recently, every day someone buys this thing that even dogs hate.

He kicked the basket under the table and said: "It's all here, if Qi Xiucai wants it, I'll give it to you."

Bai Huahua's bones can't be sold for a few pennies, so it's better to give someone a favor and stabilize the source of income.

"Thank you." Qi Lin carried the meat full and headed home.

From the corner of the wall, two figures protruded.

"Is that Qi Lin? Where did he get the money to buy so much meat?"

Aunt Zou stared closely at the large bundle of meat wrapped in banana leaves carried by the figure in front of her, with a greedy light in her eyes, she licked her lips, her saliva was almost dripping down: "Why buy as much lean meat as possible?" It's not greasy at all." It's a waste of money, Aunt Zou felt a pain in her heart, if it was her, the first choice would be white fat meat, and the juice would keep rushing into her mouth in one bite.

"It's him!" Uncle Zou nodded affirmatively, and he recognized that figure even when it turned into ashes.

"It seems that this sick young man is getting better and better. There is a noisy one in the family, but he can still save money to buy such a large bundle of meat, let alone 3 to 4 catties?"

"Heh..." Tu Xinghua slowly walked out from behind them, startling them both.

Scary people, scary to death! ! !

"Damn girl, you don't make a sound when you walk, who are you trying to scare to death!" Aunt Zou said angrily at the top of her throat.

Tu Xinghua endured the thought of wanting to beat up the person in front of her and said, "Aunt Zou, it's your brother Ning who strives for success. First, he made ice powder, then hot and sour powder. He made a lot of money in the town, otherwise, with this sick child's ability , let alone meat, after buying the medicine, he can’t afford the cabbages everywhere.”

"Recently, I found several people in the village to peel sweet potatoes, paying 50 Wen a day. I didn't expect that my relatives would still have enough to eat."

"Really?" For 50 Wen a day, you can buy a catty of pork belly, you prodigal son! ! !

The village where Aunt Zou lived was separated from Baihua Village by several villages, so she didn't know as much news as the villagers.

She looked up and down Tu Xinghua suspiciously, feeling a little familiar, and finally slapped her head, and suddenly realized: "Aren't you the one that the toad wants to eat swan meat... that Tu Xinghua!"

Qi Lin just came to the village, although he is frail, he is still very personable, which arouses the hearts of many girls, and Tu Xinghua is one of them.

She has always acted recklessly. In front of the villagers, she directly asked Qi Lin if she wanted to marry her. After being rejected by Qi Lin, she was disgraced and almost couldn't stay in the village any longer. , Belittling Qi Lin.

Aunt Zou's words were a stab at her sore foot, and her face quickly darkened: "What did you say?" Her tone was chilly, like a biting cold wind in a month.

Aunt Zou shrank her shoulders. She was always a bully and shy of hard people. When Tu Xinghua stared at her, she went numb: "No...it's nothing, I remembered wrongly." She even laughed dryly a few times.

"Hmph..." Tu Xinghua didn't bother to pay attention to this woman, and said to Uncle Zou: "If you don't believe me, you can come to the market early tomorrow to have a look. Brother Yun has made a fortune, and he didn't think about you two elders in his heart. I bought all the sweet potatoes from Mrs. Song's field next door."

Aunt Zou and Uncle Zou looked at each other, became anxious all of a sudden, and exclaimed: "How can this work, the sweet potatoes piled up in my field are almost rotten, and I can't sell them. Four people have completely forgotten us elders."

"That's right! This damn child, when his mother died, if I hadn't given him a bowl of rice soup, he would have starved to death."

They completely forgot the scene where they took advantage of the original owner's absence to clean up the valuables in his house.

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Tu Xinghua snorted coldly and walked away, not wanting to stay with these two stupid things.