Twenty yuan is a huge sum of money at this time, especially in rural areas. Vegetables and rice grains are grown at home. Usually, as long as you buy some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc., twenty yuan can be used for several months.
Mo Boqiang looked at the twenty dollars hesitantly. Of course he was happy with Yan Mingshun's proposal, but he was still a little embarrassed. After all, he belonged to a village. How embarrassed he was to take so much money!
"I'll just say that something is wrong with these two children. Tsk, it's really a sin. I won't cut it today. I'll cut it after your guests leave. Just give me ten yuan, and I'll go back and invite them to drink and eat."
Mo Boqiang was embarrassed to take 20 yuan, but only took one, but Yan Mingshun gave him both, and he didn't know what he said, so Mo Boqiang accepted it and brought a group of people happy He walked away, and when he passed Xiong Mumu and the others, he shook his head and sighed, and the others did the same.
Xiong Mumu was very happy to see that the tree was finally saved, but she was also very puzzled and asked Yan Mingshun: "Why are those people shaking their heads and sighing at us? Something is wrong!"
Yan Mingshun ignored him and said lightly, "I'm going down the mountain, can I go?"
After he finished speaking, he shoved the stack of money in his hand into the little fat man's arms. He didn't bother to pay attention to them. He held his eyebrows and went back to get the bamboo shoots and the hoe, ready to go down the mountain.
Xiong Mumu hurriedly got his money back from the little fat man's arms, patted his **** and followed, Wu Chao counted his cash, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly chased after him, "Xiong Mumu, you took two cents more, Give it back to me now!"
"Fart, brother is a genius, how can you count the wrong money!"
"I took it wrong. I have a total of five yuan and four cents. Now it's only five yuan and two cents. If you didn't take it wrong, why would it be less?"
"Impossible, I have a total of 11 yuan and 20 cents. Open your eyes to see clearly, uh, your hand is slippery, who made your money so wrinkled and stuck on my hand."
Xiong Mumu hurriedly played the extra two cents to the little fat man, touched his nose with a guilty conscience, and didn't dare to say a word.
"Hmph, I have a pit in my head and a face to blame me for my poor money!"
Wu Chao collected the five yuan and forty cents, and chased after Meimei and the others. Today, he saved more than a dozen lives, and he is in a great mood!
Meimei said again: "Brother Mingshun, let's buy all those pecans just now, what a pity to cut down such a big tree!"
She didn't say that the hickory tree would become a cash cow in the future, and no one would believe these words now.
"Okay, I'll find a way."
Yan Mingshun really didn't refuse, it's just a worthless tree Since you can't bear the eyebrows, you can buy it. In ancient times, there were kings who spent a lot of money to make beautiful people smile, but now it's just a few trees. He has to get this money.
"Brother Mingshun, you are so kind!" Meimei smiled happily.
In the evening, Yan Mingshun personally in charge of the chef, fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots, and boiled pork slices with bamboo shoots.
Mo Zhiyuan glanced suspiciously at Xiong Mumu and Wu Chao, and hesitated for several times. Finally, he couldn't help but leaned into Yan Mingshun's ear and asked, "You two friends really have a brain problem? Why can't I see it? Like it!"
There are no secrets in Xiaoshan Village. It only took half a day. Xiong Mumu and Little Fatty are fools. Everyone in the village knows it, and Grandpa Mo and the others have heard of it.
Yan Mingshun didn't lift his eyelids, and said, "You lied to Brother Boqiang, otherwise it's hard to do!"
Only then did Mo Zhiyuan understand, and then he said distressedly, "Why did you give Bo Qiang twenty dollars? How much money burns your hands!"
Yan Mingshun didn't answer this question and asked, "I want to buy a pecan tree from Brother Boqiang's house. Brother, please tell me what to do!"