"Mom, you're up," Xiaomai hurriedly stood up and greeted.

Luo's mother came to the mill and her face looked a little unnatural.

For the slap last night.

Sometimes, she was quite convinced of Xiaomai’s power.

At such a young age, we don’t know whether we are enduring it, we hate it in our hearts, or we really have no temper. You see, beating and scolding, and talking to her the next day is as usual tone as she treats her mother’s tone. She makes her want to get angry and hit the cotton as if she punches her.

I also pretend that I had never seen my son and Xiaomai feed persimmons in the backyard early in the morning.

Luo's mother's face was adjusted continuously.

If she doesn't care about it when she sees it, it won't fit her usual temperament. Let Xiaomai know that it's time to be arrogant and she's completely lost her power.

He asked with a face, "Have you finished the tofu?"

"I've finished it, it's 60 yuan. I just don't know why Uncle Lin came late today and hasn't taken it away yet."

Basically, the Luo family has to soak more than ten kilograms of beans every day, which can roughly make 60 pieces of water tofu.

Each piece is sold to the Lin family for four cents, and the soybeans are now at a price of about fifteen cents.

Of course, the Luo family does not need to buy beans, they plant them in their own fields.

If you remove the cost, you only earn hard money. You can earn dozens of cents a day, and you can earn more than one or two silver dollars in a month.

It doesn't sound like a lot, especially comparing the expenses for Luo Junxi to take the exam in the future. However, this little money saves some money and is enough to add ink, paper and inkstone to Luo Junxi on weekdays.

If we catch up with the Chinese New Year and the holidays, more young people in each village get married after the autumn harvest, and they will work harder and even earn a mistress in a month.

Luo's mother was very content with this input.

After all, in the case of the Luo family, she, a woman, does not have to show up or carry a load to drive a car to sell. It is rare that she can make some money by sitting at home every day.

Luo's mother asked again: "Do you cook?"

Xiaomai said that the corn flour porridge in the pot had already been hot, and the hot ones were left last night. She was waiting for my mother to open the warehouse to scoop the noodles and steam the dried food.

The Luo family has a small warehouse, which is no worse than the ones that live in, and specializes in storing food.

On weekdays, when the small warehouse is locked, Luo’s mother will unlock the lock and get rice noodles before cooking.

Xiaomai pointed to a bowl of vegetables and told Luo's mother that this was something that Luo Junxi brought back from her mother's house yesterday. "It was said that my brother-in-law hunted two wild boars. Most of them were sold in the town, so they kept less at home. My elder sister left a bowl for our family, saying that there was rare meat, so that you can taste her skills."

Luo's mother can't listen to the wild boar now.

Especially when I hear it, there are two more ends.

You can guess where the wild boar comes from without asking.

She sucked it.

However, after hearing this, I admitted it in my heart that it seemed that I had chosen the wrong person to expect my son to be escorted by the two brothers-in-law. Look, I could hit two wild boars in one go.

But he didn't show any of it on his face, and he just said kindly, as if he didn't dare to be interested in the meat and vegetables of Xiaomai's parents' family.

Luo's mother put a few noodles for breakfast on the pot, "Where are others."

Xiaomai knew that this was asking his husband.

Yes, Xiaomai changed his words and called him husband again.

Brother Junxi stared at her last night and ordered her, and she was told again this morning.

"My husband seems to be in the field."

"Everything early in the morning, I went to the ground with an empty stomach? It seems that what is your answer. You can know what you still know every day, and you don't know where the man goes."

Luo's mother was not angry and went out while talking.

Xiaomai was in the kitchen, and she could still hear Luo’s mother falling and beating in the yard, as if she was muttering:

"Is it because you spent so much money to study and asked you to work in the fields?

I don’t know why you didn’t make me angry and worry-free when I got up early to review my books.

I don’t know how Tongsheng’s exam is going this time, but it depends on you not being able to do well in the exam, and you are an unfilial son.”

At this time, Luo's unfilial son was sitting in the courtyard of Lizheng's house drinking tea.

Tea is not something that ordinary people can drink, but Brother Xi has to make tea for him when he comes.

A serious scholar.

In the eyes of the villagers, Luo Junxi is determined to die and will not be a muddy person even if he is not doing well in the future.

At least you need to be a tutor in the city and a teacher.

So everyone in all villages want to make friends with Brother Xi. If there is something wrong in the future, isn’t it like there is someone in the city?

The village in Qingliu Village is relatively young, and Luo Junxi called him Uncle.

Luo Junxi briefly explained the reason, for fear of delaying the breakfast at Li Zheng’s house.

He said that the three acres of land he had collected were also wanted to find someone to take out to work. The autumn harvest was about to be harvested, so that people would not be given in vain, so they would not pay the wages and then give the grain.

And the candidates are optimistic, the second uncle of the Xu family in the village.

If you want to be a middle-aged man, you don’t have much left and you don’t have much land, so you won’t have any words to establish.

Li Zheng didn't expect that Luo Junxi would be away from home all year round and could still know about Erlen's family.

That Xu Erleng is ten scheming, but he is eight, but he is not stupid, but he is honest and vigorous.

My parents were partial to each other. A few days ago, the Xu family split up, and the family was divided into several younger brothers of Erlen. Erlen, as the boss, had nothing.

The old man in the village couldn't stand it and forced himself to give Erlen some money, otherwise he would have to force Erlen to death. That little money would be enough to buy two acres of wasteland next year.

Isn't that right? Luo Junxi is also talking about this:

"I heard about Uncle Erlang's family. I remember that a few years ago, Uncle Erlang helped my mother build a house with leaking rain. If he had no help that day, my mother would have to work on the rain for a long time. Thinking that he didn't get any rations when he split the family this time, Mao Dong always had to have some food to eat, so he simply asked him to help our family with autumn harvest."

Li Zheng hurriedly interrupted: "Do your mother know? Your mother said specifically that she would keep three acres of land this year and do it by herself, otherwise she would have packed it out before farming. At that time, many people were waiting."

"Uncle, just listen to me."

At this moment, the father in the limousine held the rice bowl with one hand and bit the green onion and interrupted, "You can do whatever you want if you want the porridge to do, so much nonsense. Have you eaten it? I didn't serve a bowl here."

Luo Junxi smiled and refused, saying that he couldn't say anything, and he would go to eat at home later.

That's right, Luo Junxi's nickname is Porridge.

It is said that in the year he was born, his family had a bumper harvest of land and he harvested more food than other people's families.

This caused the farming veterans from all over the village to come and watch and asked his father how he served the land.

Dad Luo told the truth: Just plant it casually.

That year, the Luo family had endless food to eat. Dad Luo was worried that his son could not suppress his blessings, so he called him a low name, but Porridge.

Luo Junxi has left Li Zheng's house.

Uncle Li Zheng quarreled with his father: "Dad, why are you involved in? I knew it was Brother Xi who made his own idea. How could we respond directly? The lady Luo is not a good match. She turned around and complained that we would be not a human inside and outside."

Li Zheng's father stared at him, "I think you are the scheming. You can't make up your mind about this matter? Since Porridge wants to marry a girl from the Zuo family, his mother can't be his master. Do you know? Porridge is a grateful child and can help Erlangzi. You will tell me later."

...

When Luo Junxi arrived home, the meal at home was also placed on the table.

This was the first time that the mother and the mother met after the quarrel.

While Luo's mother was having a meal, she glanced at her son several times.

Luo Junxi chewed steamed buns and drank porridge. He didn't even hold a bite of the leftovers he brought back from his father-in-law last night, but only picked up pickles, and he didn't raise his head or open his eyes.

Wheat bows its head from beginning to end, trying to minimize its presence.

In order to avoid the fight between the King of Hell and the little devil being affected, she was slapped last night.

After Luo Junxi finished eating, he finally looked up: "There are no more acres of land left in our family. I just asked Uncle Erlen to settle down and ask him to help our family collect land. If you are worried, you can go to the field in a few days and see how much grain he has collected."

"What?" Luo's mother threw the chopsticks with a snap, and one chopstick flew into the dish inertia.

Luo Junxi continued to interrupt before Luo's mother could have an attack:

"What do you want to do if you don't leave? If you keep doing the tofu work, you can wait until the autumn harvest is busy, and you can take care of both ends?

Don't say that you and wheat can do it.

One is that I have been rubbing a few years ago, but I have suffered several injuries to my waist and can't get up. The waist has long become an old disease, and I can't take care of it later.

The other is a girl who is only fifteen years old, so she has no energy. She is busy cooking and tidying up the yard. She is really short of the food for hired workers at home?

Of course, if you have to go to the field, I am not keen on the books and I will not take the exam.
Chapter completed!