The road to get rich through salted fish

When Liang Feng and his two sons braved the scorching sun and returned home at noon, there were a few more people in the courtyard than when he left in the morning.

One of the plump young women was bluffing at the door of the kitchen, "Hey, sister-in-law, what a good day today, could it be that Yingying really sold a lot of money, and mother is willing to let you steam such a large amount?" Bacon."

Hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the family were somewhat indescribable.

This is really good at talking, is there anyone like this?

Liang Feng breathed out, and cursed silently in his heart, he has been here for the past two days, and all he met were gods and men, and his parents' short stories were about to kill him.

Looking up, he said to the young tall man who was sitting on the bamboo chair in the porch, watching the fun, "Second, take care of your wife, listen to what she has to say?"

Liang Zhongxia continued to smile, and spread his hands out of helplessness, "Oh, Dad, Xiuxiu has such a personality, and I can't change it."

And on the small bamboo chair next to him, sat a fat little boy about five or six years old, who also drooled and echoed, "Yes, yes, Grandpa, my mother can't change it anymore."

It's really not a family, don't enter a family.

The second child, Liang Zhongxia's family, is considered a strange thing in their family. The family of three thinks of ways to be lazy every day, avoiding work in various ways, and thinking about getting food everywhere.

In this era where everyone can only fill their stomachs, the three of them can still raise themselves so fat and white, which shows their skills. In modern times, they are definitely foodies.

But this time, probably through some means, they knew about the bloody storm that was going to happen at home, and they hid at the second daughter-in-law Zheng Xiuxiu's natal house in advance before the fourth brother Liang Jidong came home.

Zheng Xiuxiu is the niece of Zheng Hui's family, so among the three daughters-in-law at home, she still has some face. They said they wanted to go back to their mother's house, so they went back.

Liang Feng looked at the fat and white figures of the three members of their family, and then at the appearance of the six members of the family, the eldest and the third, and suddenly became a little angry.

"I ran to my mother's house on such a busy day. Didn't you see how tired your elder brother and third younger brother are? I think your family doesn't need to eat the bacon at noon today."

Hearing the sad news, the father and son, who were still smiling just now, immediately burst into mourning with grief, like singing a big show.

"Don't... Dad."

"No, grandpa, I want to eat meat."

……

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. If you don't eat a meal, you will die." Liang Feng stretched out his hand and pushed back the two heads, one big and one small, who came closer, humming angrily.

"Father, you are right, if you don't eat, you will die."

"Go away, don't appear in front of me, I'll be annoying when I see you."

The daughters-in-law were all cooking and serving dishes in the kitchen, and the two dolls ran around, carrying the prepared dishes to the front hall.

After all the meals were brought to the table, some seats were still vacant.

Su Shi asked Liang Feng, who was sitting at the top, softly, "Father, let me call fourth brother and younger sister."

Hearing this order of addressing, Liang Feng turned his head and asked casually, "Where did your mother go? Did you go back to her mother's house?"

"Well, Mother said before she left that she was going back to Zhengjia Village to stay for a few days."

"It's good to go there for a few days and let her calm down. A house like this will make everyone uncomfortable."

Liang Feng nodded, and continued, "None of you are allowed to tell those two ignorant ones to eat. They are so lazy that they don't do anything while working and hide when it's time to eat. It just happens that food is saved. You, anyway, they don’t work and don’t work hard, so they’re just hungry.”

The second child, Liang Zhongxia, immediately clapped his hands excitedly, "Father is right, it just so happens that each of us can eat more."

Everyone at the table stared at the bowl of thinly sliced, shiny red smoked bacon like hungry wolves.

"Xiuxiu, son, eat quickly." A shout sounded, and Liang Zhongxia, who was the most active, immediately started to move.

Liang Feng raised his hand to open the chopsticks stretched out in front of him, and glared at him, "It was pointed out that your family will not come back, so the meat is not prepared for you. However, since your mother and the others will not serve today, their You can divide the portion among the three of you, but you still need to let your elder brother and third younger brother eat more."

Liang Feng stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a large chopstick for each of his two well-behaved and diligent sons. The bowl was half empty as was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Liang Mengchun and Liang Shuqiu quickly covered the bowl with their hands to show their refusal.

"Father, we don't need so much, you should eat more."

Liang Feng looked distressedly at the eager grandchildren sitting on the small table next to him, "You can't eat, don't you still have wives and children, give them some, men have to learn to love their wives and children, as for my share, it is indispensable of."

Hearing this, the two families couldn't help but have red eyes.

After dinner in the evening, Liang Feng wandered back and forth in the yard a few times, and re-acquainted himself with the general situation of the house from memory.

After dinner is almost digested, I plan to go back to rest.

Tsk, there is no entertainment in this ancient time, as the head of the family, he can only eat and sleep every day, so he barely survives.

The life of capitalism makes people degenerate. It seems that he still has to find a way to make money in order to continue to maintain this kind of life. After all, this is his dream life!

Not long after returning to the room and sitting down, there was a knocking sound on the door.

He recalled how Liang Jidong kept poking his head just now, and he had a plan in his mind.

"Come in."

Sure enough, it was Liang Jidong, he gently pushed the door open, and after he came in, he made sure it was closed, and then walked towards the person in the room, and yelled loudly, "Father..."

Liang Feng sat on a chair and poured himself a cup of tea.

Then raised his head and raised his chin at him, and asked, "You have weighed the pros and cons, haven't you? Knowing how to choose, is it the best for you?"

Liang Jidong was caught off guard by this straightforward question, his eyes flickered slightly.

But soon he calmed down, nodded calmly, arched his hands, and bowed to him, looking like a gentleman like jade.

"The family is poor, and my father and elder brothers are also tired every day. It is because my son is not filial and considerate of the family. This time, my son will not participate in this literary meeting. Even if the teacher asks about these things, it is not a big deal. After all, we are more than Not those rich people."

As he spoke, he glanced up at his father again, seeing that Liang Feng's expression hadn't changed, and said tentatively, "It's just that the grandparents in the old house have always cared about their son's grades. The face is not very good-looking..."

Dead ducks have tough mouths.

What a good son, Liang Feng didn't bother to break up with him as he still acted dishonestly and cleverly.

After two lifetimes of experience, he has not seen many people who claim to be smart like this, but there are definitely not many.

Liang Jidong's selfish nature can be said to have been carved into his bones. He thought that he was superior to others in this family. He was a scholar and would have a great future in the future. Everyone in the family had to rely on him.

Nowadays, how could he take others into his heart at all, even when talking to his nominal father, he would always give some psychological hints around the bush.

Liang Feng didn't say it all at the beginning, and did everything he could, but he was just taking advantage of the original owner's body. This guy is not a thing, after all, he is the original owner's own flesh and blood. Can't get over that hurdle.

But now, hehe...

I can only ask the original owner of the dead ghost to understand, I can't ruin a pot of porridge just because of a rat droppings.

He put down the teacup in his hand with a bang, and knocked it on the hard wooden table, extremely refreshed.

"Don't fool me with the way you fooled your mother. If I'm so easy to fool, you don't need to come here again today. Not to mention, you still want to use your grandparents to overwhelm me. What a shame! Extremely daring."

"You put away those narrow-mindedness honestly, and I ask you, are you tired of living, who are you talking to, and you have to go around seventeen or eight times in your intestines, right?"

Hearing this, Liang Jidong's eyes flashed, and he was about to speak up to defend himself, but Liang Feng stopped him by raising his hand.

"Okay, for the last time today, I won't be bothered to waste my words anymore. I'll break things up with you here, and then I can figure it out."

"Liang Jidong, I trouble you to find out why you go to school. Look at your brothers and sisters-in-law, your nephews and nieces, how thin they are, how long they haven't had a full stomach, and haven't tasted meat. No new clothes."

"You should know, and you must understand, that they gave you the opportunity to study, and they saved it for you because they were hungry, sweated, and treated themselves harshly."

"How about you, how dare you show any disrespect to them, how dare you hurt them like this, how much suffering did they suffer for nothing in order to let you study? Do they owe you how much they have suffered?"

"Liang Jidong, if you can't even be a human being, what books can you read well?"

"I tell you clearly, from now on, if you don't want to study anymore, that's fine. If you still want to continue studying, learn to please them and beg them!"

"Father...Father..."

Seeing him knelt down again in fright, Liang Feng felt even more disdainful.

If Liang Jidong really had the brains to do bad things, be steadfast, go all the way to the dark, use any means, and be able to match his wits and courage in front of him, he would be evenly matched.

He can still look up to him a little bit, treat him as a real opponent, come and play with me for a few rounds.

But now he was frightened by the two words, and he became disfigured and unable to defend himself, which shows that he has no backbone and toughness of a scholar in his heart.

It was like this before, and now it has been calm for a few days, but there is still no progress.

However, Liang Jidong didn't have the time to think about other things. His father's words were like a hammer falling from the sky, which made his head dizzy and his heart stop suddenly.

How important it is to be able to read!

After last night, he knew that he had touched his father's scales.

His father cared about his family and everyone with the surname Liang. He thought that his father might continue to be angry with him, and that he might not give him a penny when he returned home this time, but he never thought that his father would actually be angry. The idea of ​​not letting him continue studying.

How terrible!

He remembered that when the sun was scorching, his brothers were threshing millet in the rice field. The flying wheat awns made them red and itchy all over.

Thinking of the great heat, when the elder brothers were working endlessly in the fields, he had delivered meals once, and the sun was so hot that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

He couldn't imagine that under such a scorching sun, in the paddy field, he would be stabbed by the ears of rice and leeches would keep crawling on his body, but he had to persist, bend down again and again, and kept waving the sickle to cut the rice;

I think of my brothers carrying sandbags on the pier during the slack season. The sandbags are so heavy that they can’t stand up. They need one hand to support their lower backs. Sometimes they even lie on the ground directly, and their shoulders are worn off. , Grinding out the blood, but they still have to go back and forth to get on and off the boat.

These scenes made him tremble with fear even thinking about them.

It is because he has seen this terrible scene and seen these pains that he must study, stay in the county and dare not come back, and even more determined to climb up by any means, want to stay away from this terrible farmhouse, and want to be a man Master.