Chapter 8

"If Dad had eaten fish every day, I would have eaten it well."

Holding his bulging stomach, he smashed his mouth with a satisfied face. Ling Jingxuan touched his head and said, "is it not easy to eat? It will be good if my father and dad go to catch it again tomorrow. "

"Well I don't want to do it. I'm afraid my father will

In the middle of the head, the smile on the bun's face suddenly disappeared, and his high pouting mouth could almost hang an oil pot. Obviously, he remembered something unpleasant. The big steamed bun on the opposite side also collapsed and said seriously: "we don't want to eat fish, Dad, don't go fishing any more."

I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Although my father can't make a living, they all like him very much and don't want to lose him.

"Ha ha If we don't grasp it, can't we go to the net with a dustpan tomorrow? Today, I can see that there are a lot of big fish at the bottom of Yuehua ditch. Tomorrow, I'll ask them to buy us a small fishing net. Maybe we can get some fish to sell. "

After cooking at night, Ling Jingxuan finally found out the temperament of big steamed stuffed buns. As long as he offered a magic weapon to make money, he would never oppose it again.

"Really?"

Sure enough, when he heard that he could make money, big baozi's eyes were straight and his face was red with excitement. Ling Jingxuan sighed helplessly and nodded in the face of his expectant and excited eyes. The natural desire of human beings could not resist the temptation of money. Alas His steamed buns seem a little too So what.

"That's great, so we can make a lot of money. Maybe we can get someone to help us with the roof in winter, so that there won't be any rain leakage in the future."

Big buns are red and excited to plan. His eyes are almost copper coins. Ling Jingxuan is funny and can't help wondering. What about the big brick house? How come you're done with the roof?

"But Dad, are you sure there won't be any danger?"

With a restrained look, the big steamed bun asked anxiously. Of course, money is important, but father's life is more important.

"Well, no, dad is good at swimming."

A warm heart, Ling Jingxuan smile and nod, thatched room on the thatched room, who let his stingy son rare put his safety in front of money? When you make a lot of money later, you can build a manor for him.

"That's good. When the milk comes tomorrow, I'll ask her to make a bigger bamboo basket for me. I'll buy the fishing net after we make money."

, Wen said, the little boy finally felt relieved. Ling Jing Hsu shook his head helplessly. "Well, you are the one who is in charge. You has the final say. It's getting dark. Let's pack up and go to bed early."

No matter whether there is lamp oil in the housekeeper, it is impossible for him to order it even if he is stingy. He is too lazy to ask. He is really tired today. It's better to go to bed earlier.

"Well."

The two steamed buns helped to collect the dishes and chopsticks. Ling Jingxuan repeatedly washed a broken wooden basin in front of the big steamed bun. He went to the room to find a clean cotton cloth, scooped a bowl of water on the small bench, took the salt pot on the stove, dipped some salt with his fingers, and motioned for the small bun to gargle and open his mouth. When he was ready to put the salted hand into his mouth, the accident happened again Yes.

"Dad, what are you going to do? Salt is very expensive

After a long time of looking at the big steamed bun, he snatched the salt pot and glared at him. It is true that he began to waste without paying attention to his father.

"Er..."

Ling Jingxuan's head is dark, and he can't help but smoke. The little buns look back and forth at them, cover his mouth and smile secretly. His father is so powerful. It's the first time that he sees his brother's anger one after another.

If Ling Jingxuan knew what xiaobaozi was thinking, he would be so angry that he ran into himself? What's the name? It's the real version of the pit dad, OK?

"Cough I want to wash your teeth with salt. If you don't wash your teeth after eating, you will have bacteria in your mouth and your teeth will grow worms. Oh, you don't want toothache, do you? "

After the father and son looked at each other for half a time, Ling Jingxuan coughed twice. He explained in a concise way that he could let anything go, but this was not the case. He didn't want to have two steamed stuffed buns full of rotten teeth one day.

"But you can't use salt. Salt is so expensive. We have so much salt left."

Big steamed bun blushed, still unwilling to compromise. Ling Jingxuan pulled him seriously and said, "do you think it's expensive to see a doctor or salt? In case your mouth is rotten and your teeth are broken, isn't it more expensive to see a doctor? What's more, dad is going to fish and sell money. When he makes money, he can't buy salt? What's more, dad has read a lot of books before, and he is still a boy. Besides catching fish, we can also go to the mountains to find some herbs to dry and sell. Isn't it money? There are many ways to make money. Before that, we must have a good body. All kinds of diseases come from the mouth. Do you think oral hygiene can be ignored because of the use of a little salt? "

If you can't even make a five-year-old steamed bun, Ling Jingxuan will live in vain. This is not true. The big steamed bun hesitates. Although he still has a pain in his face, his hand holding the salt pot is loosened.

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan tentatively took the salt jar and looked like he was cutting meat. All kinds of helplessness of Ling Jingxuan could only pretend that he didn't see it. In the past, not only oral hygiene, but also other hygiene should be carried out. No matter how good the quality of life is, no matter how important health is, he will never give in.Finally, after losing countless times, Ling Jingxuan finally won a small victory, although this victory is not easy at all.