struggle in ancient times

"It's only three taels of silver!" Liao Tingyu took out a few small round silver ingots from his pocket.This is the money I have spent writing books in the past few months, and I can prepare this thing for my family.

"It's silver!" Deng took those little things in surprise, looked at them again and again, and took a bite out of Liao Tingyu's carelessness when he put them in his mouth.

"What the hell are you looking at? There's that scar on the back of the silver, why is it so. How unclean!" Liao Ming said. "It's not like you haven't seen silver, quickly, put it down quickly."

With a reluctance on her face, Deng put down the money, and muttered: "This is the money my son earned, what's the matter if I bite into it? I didn't see that my son didn't say anything, what did you say. "

"Then why don't you ask the second child, do you think he likes you doing this?" Liao Ming took the money Deng put down and took it to his side.Click "A total of eight taels."

Liao Tingyu nodded, although he said that he earned tens of taels for writing novels, but he was unwilling to wrong himself in eating.

In addition, the exam is approaching, and those books, pens, and paper are also a high consumption.

There is also something to be filial to the master. After all, no matter how much you take care of him, you should show it yourself.

There is no need to tell the family about these things.With Deng's temperament of cherishing money, if he said it, there would be a catastrophe.

"The money should be enough. Let's go get a mill. Anyway, we're not busy now, and the field is almost busy now. It's time to rest for a while. We can start a small business." Liao Tingyu said.

"Business, what kind of business are you doing?" Liao Ming still felt that there was no need to spend so much money on a mill. "How long can this business last? If it is only used for a period of time, it is not necessary. Where is your third uncle?" The mill is only used at night, so we can borrow it in the morning.”

"It's not for this period of time, and it's not good to go to Sanbo's all the time. Our family has a mill like flour, so we don't have to go to the village to queue up. How convenient! Anyway, we It's not short of this money." Liao Tingyu tried to persuade him.

Mrs. Deng took the money from Liao Ming's side and brought it to her.She looked at her son and said solemnly, and then thought about what happened when she was a child.I think this is the reason, other people's things will never be as good as your own.

"Okay, let's get one. My son has earned so much money, he can squander it. Tomorrow, Auntie will buy you a big pig's trotter."

Liao Ming glared at Deng Shi, he disagreed with this idea very much.Not to be outdone, Deng stared back, his eyes full of threats.

Closed the door at night, in the small room, she was still admiring those silver coins at that time, she planned to keep them well and use the old ones first.

"What on earth are you thinking? Why did you agree? Don't you know that thing is useless at all?" Liao Ming looked angrily at Deng who was sorting out the money.

"I know, but my son wants that." Mrs. Deng didn't care about Liao Ming's irritable mood at all.

"Now you only know how to feel sorry for the little money. Don't forget, how did the second child become a book?" Deng stared into his eyes and said, "My son was hungry for three days. He was only six years old at that time. .”

When Liao Ming heard this, he was stunned.He sat quietly on the corner of the bed.How could he forget those few things?

At the beginning, the second child pestered him to study, and he planned to buy land at that time, and there was no extra money to send him to study.

In addition, he can also read a few words, the second child is clever and quickly learned it, and he has nothing to teach him anymore.So the second child went to the village head's house to study with Chang Jing.

He also knew what the village chief's wife said, so he always asked the second child to bring something when he went. After all, the family really didn't have extra money and the things he brought were limited. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

The thought of losing his son was driving him crazy.He didn't know how the second child spent those three days.

Liao Ming sighed, "It's up to you!" After speaking, he took off his clothes and lay on the bed, but the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

Seeing her turning sideways, Mrs. Deng knew that he was not feeling well, and she was the same. When she thought of that, she was afraid, afraid that her son would be gone, as long as he was alive and kicking now, everything would be fine.

In the past, those people disliked them and thought their studies were a joke, but now who doesn't envy them!His son was born as a child, and he will soon become a scholar. This is her son.