Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Looking at him so strangely, Chu can’t help but shudder, and at the same time, he couldn’t help but look up and hope to see how he subverted. The royal family, the current royal family, the ease of life has been too long, it is time to toss and toss, maybe even for him and Yan children to make a different future.

"Hey!" I don't know when the reading sound in the backyard has stopped. I only heard a crisp and tender voice. In the next second, a small magnetic buns rushed to him and hugged his waist. All kinds of spoiled, Ling Jingxuan cleverly hugged him: "Let me see if my little buns are smart."

After more than a month of hard work, although the two buns seem to be a little far away from the meat buns, they are no longer dry and thin, white and tender, and can't be said to be cute. In the future, there will be more meat, but it is not a meat buns.

"Hate! Hey and bully me." Wrinkled his nose and raised his mouth, the little buns were dissatisfied with the protest, where was he not smart? Chu Shu and Yan Ge often praise him for being smart and hobbies?

Bullying is you! However, Ling Jingxuan is definitely not going to say it in front of him. He smiles and looks up at Lingwen Iron and Chu Yan who came out behind him. Ling Jingxuan waved to let Ling Wentie be in the past and looked at Chu Yan’s remarks: Your son is really enchanting, and you will be annoyed in the future."

It’s only about one meter and five when I’m only nine years old. I’m handsome and handsome. I don’t know how many big girls and little daughters will be harmed in the future.

"I just want to bother him, just don't know if there is that chance??"

At the end of the day, the words of Chu Ci are basically contained in the mouth. The cold and phoenix slid through the naked pain for a moment. If everything does not change, he and his family cannot see the child grow up.

“爹” was keenly aware of his father’s loss, and Chu Yan’s sensible walked over, but after all, he was only a nine-year-old child. He did not seem to be a good person. He didn’t know how to comfort him except watching him worried. Ling Jingxuan, who seems to be teasing children, quietly took their reaction to the bottom of his eyes. They touched a few children before they pretended to pretend that they didn’t know what they said: "Yes, I have to entertain friends and workers, father and son for a few days. If you don't want to give up, come along."

According to the custom of the countryside, when you build a house on the beam, you should ask your friends and family to be busy. He was busy doing jam at that time, and he didn’t have time to open it. Just wait for the house to be listed, then please ask again. Before that, they had to think of a good name first.

"Many people?" quickly sighed the pain of the fundus, Chu Ci raised his head and gave his son a soothing look before frowning to Ling Jingxuan. If he could, he hoped that his son could contact with Rui Rui, but he did not like it. There are many people.

"Oh... It should be counted, there are dozens of workers, the rest are the relatives of my mother's family, and the big brother of Zhao, the treasurer, you are assured, no one will know you."

As for the people of Lingjia, he expressed his gratitude.

"Well, you have to talk to Xiaowen at the specific time." So, he went for a trip, and he could take his son to distract him. After they came here, they never went out.

"No problem. I will let the carriage at home pick you up. Well, I will go to the house to pull the wine later. I will go back first."

Said, Ling Jingxuan patted the buttocks of the small buns to let him go down. He had been delayed for so long before and after, and he should almost go back, otherwise the patient at home would be afraid of temper.

"Hey, are those wines sold out?"

Ling Wen grabbed his clothes first, and his big round eyes portrayed naked fears. For fear that those wines were worthless, Ling Jingxuan laughed at his head: "Well, I sold four hundred altars."

"You still have a hundred altars. If the price is not good, it's not good. How much can you recover? The five hundred altars in the family have been dealt with. If you want to drink, isn't there a second altar that was brewed before?" Hey, you can't see less money. Don't you often say that mosquitoes are small and meat?"

As soon as he heard that he still left a hundred altars, Ling Wen decisively thought that the price of the sale was not ideal. This is not, and the little adult liked it. The little buns pulled the iron doll and grinned. Every time they were snickered, My brother taught, but every time he commits another crime, he does not change his teachings. He laughs and die. Compared to the two black buns, it is obvious that the first time he saw this situation, the father and son’s strange micro-lip lips, they are Is it dazzling? What is happening now is the son teaching Laozi? Isn't they wrong?

Well, Ling Jingxuan is speechless. When did he say that the price is not good?

"I said Xiaowen, I have not said that the price is not good, and??"

Said, Ling Jingxuan took out the silver ticket from Zeng Shaoqing from his arms and handed it to him. Ling Wen suspiciously took the silver ticket. When he saw that the above was actually written in the first thousand, the hand holding the silver ticket suddenly Just shaking up with the chicken claws, looked up and looked at him and stuttered: "This?? This is the home?"

Ling Wen is really afraid that he is wrong. The small body can't help but shake it up. Forty thousand two, how much is that? Should not be filled with silver in their warehouse?

"Well, all the money for selling wine. I am lucky this time. I met the owner of Xinyuan Restaurant. He offered one hundred and two altars. I sold four hundred altars to him, and the remaining one hundred altars were reserved. Drink yourself."

Facing his son's excited and unbelievable sight, Ling Jingxuan squatted and nodded, 40,000 yuan of silver, the money he bought was almost enough. When he finished the jam, he could almost go to the county to find the county magnate to buy the land. .

"One hundred and two hundred silver one altar -"

Upon listening to this price, Ling Wen decisively exclaimed, but soon found that his voice was too loud. He continued to suppress the voice and whispered and continued: "Oh, since the price is so good, you can’t sell it all, one hundred altar is One thousand two silver, and then I can’t drink so much, one hundred and two silver and one altar of wine, are you really willing to drink?”

Ok, it’s worthless to be said, the value is still to be said, Ling Jingxuan has no words to help, and after a long while, he pulls him as calmly as possible: "But Xiaowen, wine good things, especially for women. The effect of beauty and beauty, your **** are not bad, I just wondered how to leave a hundred altars for her to drink, can not just pay attention to make money?"

"Hey, you are wrong. Do you think that if the milk knows that the wine sells one hundred and two altars, is she willing to drink it? And, one hundred and two silver can buy a lot of good things, we can sell the wine, then sell it. The money for the wine goes to buy the ginseng for the milk. I heard that the ginseng is good, and the dead can live. You talk about it, is it stronger than drinking?"

Pulling his hand, Ling Wen bitterly talked with him, and Ling Jingxuan suddenly regretted it. He knew that he would not tell him how much he would sell. He shouldn’t teach him to count, this is good, give yourself Stuck up.

"Cough and hard work! Haha"

I don’t know when I walked past the sympathetic pat on Ling Jingxuan’s shoulders. The moment I turned around, I couldn’t help but laugh, my mother, it’s too funny. Ling Jingxuan, who has always been savvy, has a nemesis, and it’s still his own. Son, haha? ? For this alone, he should also educate Ling Wen, how much fun he might bring to him in the future.

It’s not just him, even Chu Yan, who has never said much, can’t help but burst into tears. Instead, the little buns and iron dolls who started to sneer at the beginning are so aggressive that they are not as sensible as Ling Wen, but probably I understood the conversation between them and knew that I made a lot of money this time, and they had more money than they could imagine.

"Which ginseng is so good, it is a three-point drug. It is not good to eat more medicine. The wine is made from wild grapes. It is a natural tonic. It is guaranteed to have no side effects. Besides, we don't Still have to give someone something? Like your uncle Chu, Zhao Shu, Zhang, the treasurer, when they are sad, they rely on them to help, now the days are better, have to return everyone is not? Xiaowen, this Money can't be earned. Today, we have earned 40,000 yuan at a time. It is already a lot. Now we know that the price of wine is good, and it will be a big deal next year."

Unsatisfied, glanced at the sorrowful Chu Ci, Ling Jingxuan took Ling Wenzhao to teach that if they do not have jam and fish business, maybe his thoughts will be the same as the small steamed buns, all the wines are sold for money, one thousand two Silver, he has a way to make it produce more money, but now their days are considered to be decent, there is no need to grievance again.

This time, Ling Wen seems to have listened to it. He looked at him suspiciously. It seems to be evaluating. It seems to be thinking. After a while, he just nodded his teeth and nodded. "That's alright, but hey, my family is now. If you have money, you can't use it. If you can save it, you can save it. In the past few days, did you still say that you want to find a wife for the uncle? After the second uncle, you have to spend money. One."

Although he doesn't care about the money now, every time he talks about money, he still has to recite him a few words, lest he should spend money regardless of his disregard, and he will be broken in order not to live the old man. Heart.

"Hey, I know, you should almost read the book too? Go ahead, you should go back." After getting the son, Ling Jingxuan’s face decisively smirked, and he knew that the little buns were filial and reasonable. .

"Well, I’m going to hurry up, maybe it’s not convenient for them to pull the goods.”

Nodded, Ling Wen’s tricky turn back and pulled up two younger brothers, and the buns said in unison: “Slow down.”

"Hey!" Looking at the two Chu and Yan entered the backyard, Ling Jingxuan slowly stood up and glanced at the Chu Ci, which had returned to normal. He even turned around and asked to leave, but? ?

"Jing Xuan, I think this town is a bit hot. Your new house should be big enough? I want to take a few children to stay with you for a few days to avoid the heat."

This is undoubtedly they have known each other for more than a month. Chu’s first initiative, the idiots can hear his gloating and anticipation in his words. Ling Jingxuan did not look good at it: "You can remember to pay for food."

After the speech, Ling Jingxuan stepped away and wanted to see his joke? OK, then they will see who is watching the jokes, a bastard!

"Haha."

Not long after, there was a loud laughter in the book, and Ling Jingxuan, who was about to climb the carriage, almost didn’t fall to the ground. He muttered a low curse and got into the carriage. However, he was annoyed and he was also annoyed. No real anger is enough. He can see that Chu’s remarks are more than just cold and arrogant and scared. He said that he is very happy. At least, he is gradually becoming a living person, isn’t he?