Chapter 41

Ling Dazhi was driving the ox cart, and he said after a while, "Mu'er, that arrester has something to do with Chen'er, right?"

Ling Muer hugged Ling Ziyu, and Yang Shi sat beside her. After hearing Ling Dazhi's words, she said softly: "Father, no matter whether it's related or not, they don't have any malicious intentions. Eldest brother is a nobleman in our family. If it weren't for elder brother, I really don't know if I would have survived until today. So regardless of elder brother What is his identity, we have to treat him as always. Don't mention this matter. If the elder brother wants to say it, he will tell us himself. If he doesn't want to say it, we will only annoy him by asking so many things, and then we will He pushed further and further."

"You're right. Whether it's Chen'er or the little brother who came today, they are all noble people who have been kind to our family." Ling Dazhi smiled.

"Father, don't go home yet, let's go shopping." Ling Muer said to Ling Dazhi who was driving ahead.

"What to buy? I got fifty taels of silver just now, and today we made so much more. Now we should go home and put away the silver. I'm always worried about carrying so much money on me." Yang said, looking at the All around, a look of guarding against thieves.

"Ha...Mum, don't be so nervous. Let's just go shopping as usual. If you look around like this, everyone can see that we have problems." Ling Muer laughed.

Ling Ziyu raised an innocent smile. His smile made Ling Mu'er extremely rare. She hugged Ling Ziyu and said, "Our little August is also laughing at you!"

When Yang heard this, she turned around and saw Ling Ziyu's disappearing smile. She fluttered: "You all know how to make fun of my mother. My mother has been poor all her life, and she has never seen so much money. Can you not be nervous? But we have a heroine, Muer, who would dare to snatch it from us? It is indeed because I worry too much. gone."

"Girl, what do you want to buy?" Ling Dazhi asked.

"Let's go to the blacksmith's shop!" Ling Muer said, "I need a set of silver needles, and only a blacksmith's shop can do it."

"What do you want the silver needle for?" Yang asked.

"The master recently taught me how to do acupuncture, saying that acupuncture can cure diseases in the body. I need silver needles to practice." Ling Muer continued to make up the story.

"Amitabha, thank you to the gods in the sky." Yang put his hands together and bowed to the sky.

Arriving at the blacksmith's shop, Ling Muer saw the master craftsman there, and explained her request. The old master was well-informed and readily agreed.

After leaving the smithy, they were ready to go home.

There are still a lot of rice noodles at home. Yesterday Ling Muer bought everything that should be bought, and today's money can be saved. Now everyone is desperate to go home and count the money.

"Third Uncle." A clear voice came to everyone's ears.

Everyone thought the voice was familiar, but they didn't care. Although Ling Dazhi was ranked third, he had an ordinary relationship with the brothers in the old house. Naturally, their descendants did not respect him. They always ignored him when they saw him, and never called him third uncle since he was a child.

The only girl named Ling Dazhi was Ling Yueer. It's just that the girl is timid, and she hasn't seen her for a long time.

Everyone continued to move forward.

"Third Uncle." Everyone heard clearly this time. That voice is right behind. Now the man called 'Third Uncle' trotted over and was already standing in front of them.

"It's you." Ling Dazhi saw the person coming, his eyes were full of complexity. "What's up?"

Ling Zijun.

Ling Zijun was studying in a private school in the city.

Ling Zijun wiped his sweat and looked at Ling Dazhi with a smile: "I saw Uncle San just now, and I thought I was wrong. I didn't expect it was really you."

"My father asks you, is there anything wrong? If it's okay, don't get in the way." Ling Muer interrupted him impatiently.

Ling Zijun's smile remained unchanged, and he said to Ling Mu'er: "Mu'er, I am your elder brother after all, can't you be more polite to me?"

"Don't mistake relatives. I have nothing to do with you." Ling Mu'er said coldly, "If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."

She squeezed her fingers, and they made a creaking sound. Those eyes stared at him gloomyly, as if they would explode at any moment.

Ling Zijun had seen Ling Muer's crazy appearance. What happened that day still lingers in my mind for a long time. Because of that incident, he was already a joke among his classmates. For this reason, he hated Ling Muer, Ling Dazhi, Yang Shi... hated everyone in their family. If it weren't for Ling Mu'er's backing, he wouldn't let this cheap girl go.

"I just saw my third uncle and wanted to say hello, nothing else." Ling Zijun said solemnly: "Mu'er, I am a junior, and it is the most basic etiquette to meet an elder. Whether you like it or not, I will come Goodbye. Besides, our family's affairs are just trivial matters, why do you have to hold grudges for so long? Can't you be more generous? "

"Heh! I haven't seen anyone who scolds like you." Ling Mu'er said coldly: "My father doesn't have a nephew like you, so naturally he doesn't need to accept your gift. If you talk too much, I'll beat your mother to death I know. Don’t test my patience. After all, not long ago, I just got together with a few men. Those men are much taller than you. Now I’m afraid they’ve lost a few teeth, and their bones won’t last for half a month. Bed. Do you want to try this girl's fist? If you want to try, I can do it for you right now."

Ling Zijun retreated again and again, and he said with an ugly face: "Now that I have bowed, I should go back to study. Uncle, I will come to see you another day."

Ling Muer looked at Ling Zijun's fleeing figure. She snorted coldly, and said to Ling Dazhi next to him, "Father, don't be soft-hearted. Otherwise, you will harm us."

"I won't soften my heart. This time I completely gave up." Ling Dazhi looked at Yang with guilt. "Over the years, I have made your mother suffer so much, and I have asked her to endure as much as possible. Her body is getting worse day by day. If she endures it any longer, she may leave me someday. When I think of this, I can't Bear."

"Don't think about it, I never blamed you." Yang took Ling Dazhi's hand. "Young couples come to accompany you all the time. I am already very grateful that you can accept me. No matter what happens in this life, I will stay by your side and never turn my back on you."

Ling Mu'er touched her arm, and the goosebumps fell all over the ground. His parents are so affectionate, she is fed dog food every day, it really stimulates single dogs!

It made her want to find someone to talk about a vigorous love.

But, let’s talk about it later! This body is only in its teens, exactly the age of high school. She didn't want to waste her time talking about love.

Lingjia Village. The villagers saw Ling Dazhi driving the ox cart home. The car is full of things. Those people showed envious looks one by one.

"I heard that this family is running a business. Do you know what kind of business it is?" The villagers gathered to discuss the situation at Ling Mu'er's house.

"I went to buy needlework that day, and saw them from a long distance away. I heard that they were selling some eggs and some rice. Anyway, they are quite expensive. Thirty yuan a piece!" A woman is holding a child, coaxing the child carefully. sleep. The child was only a few months old, and when he was out of control, he was crying there.

"My God! Thirty Wen? That's not rice, but silver, right? Who wants to spend thirty Wen for a meal? If you're really hungry, you can eat two steamed buns for one penny. Thirty Wen It won't last!" Another woman exclaimed.

"Is the business good?" Another person asked the woman holding the child, "Look at them, they seem to be very happy. Business should be good, right?"

"I'm holding the child, so I don't dare to go up to join in the fun. Besides, their family is so difficult, I don't want to lean in. If I misunderstand what I want to do to them, isn't it bad luck? Is their business good? It doesn't matter. I live my own life and don't want to meddle in other people's business." The woman holding the child said: "No, Yao'er has been crying, I'm afraid he's hungry, I have to go back and feed him rice cereal."

"Go, go!" The others waved.

After the woman carrying the child left, the others continued to discuss Ling Muer.

"Since that girl was seriously ill last time, she seemed to be a different person after waking up. Now she has a strong evil spirit. Tell me, did she get given by some dirty thing..."

"His aunt, it's fine to talk about this kind of thing in front of us. But don't go out and talk nonsense. That girl is very wicked, and it's not easy to offend. Everyone keep your mouth shut, live as usual, leave their house Stay away from those who live together, and there will be no trouble."

"Aren't you curious about the rice they sell..."

"Why are you curious? Do you dare to rob? Do you dare to learn from them? They have the ability to make money. We have no ability, so we can only live in the loess."

The more people talked, the more bored they felt. Not long after, the crowd dispersed.

"Brother..." Ling Muer shouted to Ling Zixuan who was in the room, "We're back."

Ling Zixuan heard the voice and walked out slowly. Seeing everyone, he smiled and said, "Are you tired? Mu'er didn't finish kneading the noodles last night, but I cut them into pieces and they are already cooked. Hurry up and wash your hands, you can eat now."

"Yeah, I'm cooking. Then I'll eat more." Ling Muer carried Ling Ziyu down.

Ling Dazhi and Yang moved those buckets, tables and chairs. The stove is still on the car. It will be used tomorrow, so there is no need to move it around.

When Mrs. Yang moved the bucket containing copper coins, she heard the rattling sound coming from inside, and smiled on her face.

Ling Mu'er shook her head and smiled, "Mother, let's eat first! After eating, let's settle the matter."

Yang nodded again and again: "Okay. Mother also wants to know how much our family has earned today. By the way, Mu'er, there are no eggs now, so we can sell dumplings first."

"Not only dumplings, I also want to add a few more types that can be sold. For example, ramen noodles, knives, and fried noodles. But in this way, one stove is not enough. No, no, let's sell dumplings first. After a few days Let’s go rent a shop someday.” Ling Mu’er said, “When my elder brother comes back, I’ll ask him what’s going on with the shop he mentioned.”