Chapter 62

As expected, when Ling Jingxuan came to Zhao's house with baozi, before knocking on the door, he heard the sound of whimpering. The father and son looked at each other. The little one was worried and the big one was helpless. Nowadays, the imperial court said that conscription would be conscription, regardless of the lives of the common people. If he had not made some money now, he would not have escaped bad luck? Although, with his ability, he will never let himself die on the battlefield.

"Buckle. Waving away those messy thoughts in his mind, Ling Jingxuan put down the bun and motioned him to knock on the door. After a while, the tightly closed wooden door creaked and was opened from inside. Han Fei with red and swollen eyes appeared in their sight. Ling Jingxuan felt uncomfortable and tried to smile and said, "brother Han, I have something to do with you. Can we go in and say it?"

"Well, come in"

"Wow, Xiaowu?? Dad is going to leave. I don't want dad to leave. Wuwuwu

Han Fei just let go of his body. Ling Jingxuan hasn't arrived yet. He rushes out of the room crying. His thin little arm hugs Lingwu tightly. His tears and snot are all wiped on Lingwu's old clothes.

"What's the matter? Don't cry, iron boy. Whoa? Dad, why are iron children crying all the time

Ling Wu, who has been protected by Ling Wen for many years, is obviously not used to dealing with this kind of situation. He is so anxious that he cries out. While dropping the golden beans, he also frees up his hand to ask his father for help. Ling Jingxuan shakes his head helplessly, and almost bends down with Han Fei to pick them up.

"Iron child doesn't cry, and father doesn't want to go, but?? But? "

Without saying that, Han Fei couldn't help but cry in his little neck. If he didn't go, Zhao Dalong would have to go. Not to mention that Zhao Dalong was the biological father of tiewazi, and the children needed him. He couldn't live without him. How could they make a living without him? It's better to sacrifice him alone than to be forced to die. Although he has suffered too much abuse and suffering in his life, he does not regret that he can meet Zhao Dalong.

"Woo Hoo?? Iron child?? Uncle Han?? Don't cry. When I see you cry, I want to cry, too

Seeing this, Ling Wu was crying bitterly. Ling Jingxuan patted him on the back and comforted him: "don't cry, don't cry. Dad has a way to make uncle Han stop crying. Xiaowu, be quiet and let dad talk to Uncle Han?"

"Well? Really? "

Lifting his small face wet with tears, Ling Wu choked. He didn't know why he was sad. When he saw that tiewazi was sad, he would be sad. Tiewazi was his only friend. He didn't want him to be sad.

"Of course it is. When did dad cheat you?"

Painfully wiped away the tears on his face, Ling Jingxuan gently hooked the corners of his lips to make him feel his confidence as much as possible. Ling Wu looked at him deeply, nodded his head with tears in his eyes for a long time. He turned to the father and son and said, "Uncle Han, iron boy, don't cry. Dad has a way."

"Well?"

"Uncle"

father and son raised their heads one after another. Han Fei's face was full of doubts, while tiewazi was expecting and asking for help. He was young and didn't understand a lot of things. He was much more stupid than Xiaowen Xiaowu. However, he often heard from his parents that uncle Ling was very powerful. Since Xiaowu had said that, he must have some way to keep his father away.

"Iron child good, Ling uncle won't let you lose father."

Freeing up a hand and touching his face with heartache, Ling Jingxuan said to Han Fei, "brother Han, let's go in and talk about it."

Although he was puzzled, Han Fei also knew that the door was not the place to talk. Two young fathers carried their children into the room. Zhao Dalong, a stout man, sat in the corner with his head pulled up. Ling Jingxuan sighed again. He put down the bun and took off the straw hat they wore on their heads: "Xiaowu, dad has something to do with Uncle Han alone They said, "would you like to take the iron boy to another room to play?"

Tears have not dry Lingwu clever nodded, went to pull up the iron child: "you don't worry, my father can be fierce, he said that there is a way, there must be a way."

The iron child looked back and forth at Ling Jingxuan and his father. After a while, he nodded. The two steamed stuffed buns left the main room hand in hand.

"Brother Zhao and brother Han, I won't talk to you. Here are twenty Liang silver. Thank you for your help these days."

Looking at the family's sufferings, Ling Jingxuan didn't want to do anything to pave the way. He directly took out two ten Liang silver spindles and pushed them in front of them. He didn't know whether ancient human life was worth money. For him, twenty Liang could buy a fresh life, worth thousands of dollars! Of course, the premise is that the person must be recognized by him.

Han Fei's eyes brightened, and then quickly darkened. Without thinking about it, he pushed the silver back on the table: "how can I do that? Twenty Liang silver is not a small sum. We can't take it. "

He has never read a book, let alone a gentleman or a gentleman, but at least he knows that it is not his own money that he can't ask for. Besides, the situation of Jingxuan's family is not much better than theirs. He has two children by himself, and there are many places to spend money. How can they still ask for his money?Although Zhao Dalong didn't speak, judging from his decadent expression, he also agreed with him. However, facing the compulsory military service, he was suffering from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Han, don't you always yell at me not to see you? Why are you polite to me at this time?

Without pushing the silver away, Ling Jingxuan deliberately stiffened his face. Before waiting for them to speak, he continued: "besides, this is the salary I intend to give you. Don't underestimate those wild fruits. After my processing, their price is higher, and 20 Liang is only one percent of them. Brother Zhao and brother Han, I know you are all real Honest people will not casually take advantage of others, but this is not a cheap one, but you deserve it. "

Compared with what he earned, twenty Liang is really only a drop in the bucket. Besides, Ling Jingxuan really values them. Let's just say that he picked fruits these days. He said that he would give them wages for a long time ago. Later, he did not mention it again. They were doing him a white job, but they did not cheat at all On the contrary, it is more active than he and Jing Peng. This alone is enough for him to take out 20 liang of silver to make friends with them.

"This dragon brother?"

Han Fei couldn't make up his mind after hearing what he said. His eyes for help habitually looked at Zhao Dalong. It was not that he was greedy. He really didn't want to leave the home, let alone see Zhao Dalong leave. Since Jingxuan said that he didn't lack money for the time being, could he be regarded as borrowing from him?

"Twenty Liang is too much?"

Zhao Dalong raised his head and looked at Ling Jingxuan dryly. He said that it was deceiving to be indifferent. How could he give up Han Fei and his simple and lovely son?

"How many lives can you have? Brother Zhao, if you don't have money, you can make more money. If you don't, you will have nothing. Twenty Liang is indeed astronomical for our family, but it is far less important than our fate. I'll tell you something. You know the stingy nature of our Xiaowen. Before taking this money, I discussed with him. Guess what he said? "

"What do you say?"

Along with the end of his words, Han Fei blurted out unconsciously, and Ling Jingxuan said with a smile: "he gave me a lecture. He said that this kind of money can't be saved. Brother Han, we don't look at other things, we just look at Xiaowen's rare generosity. Once you get this money, you can accept it."

Thinking of Xiao baozi's understanding, Ling Jingxuan's smile on his face is more and more brilliant. He is stingy. At least he knows the priority, doesn't he? It's not that he sells melons. I don't think he can find a second kid who is more sensible than his little buns.

"Xiaowen he?? OK, we'll take the money. Thank you for your respect Hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help crying again. He never dreamed that the money would be sent by the stingy Xiaowen.

"Thank you for what? I said. This is what you deserve. In the future, I need more help from you. Brother Han, I was so confused in those years. Xiaowen has not been less taken care of by you. In the future, we can make money together, so we can have a good life."

This is just the beginning. He has to earn several golden mountains and silver mountains for his steamed buns, so that they can spend freely. However, in the early stage, he hopes to cultivate them into white, white and tender meat buns as soon as possible.

Nodding with tears, Han Fei habitually turned his head and looked at Zhao Dalong. After he nodded his head, he reached out and picked up the silver which was life-saving for them.

"Well, I won't disturb you. Tomorrow, the restaurant in town is going to pick up the goods. When it's over, we'll send our children to the town to study. In the future, when the children are promising, we'll have a good time."

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan stood up with a smile. His heart was still worried about his parents. He didn't know what was wrong with the old Ling family. Don't be surprised.

"Well, tomorrow I'll go with your brother Zhao to help carry the goods and pick more fruits in the mountains."

Han Fei felt very sorry for the huge sum of twenty Liang silver he had received for nothing. He wanted to sell himself to him. Of course, this was not the other.

"It's not urgent to pick the fruit. This time, I ordered 1000 kg. I made 2500 kg. It will last for a while. You don't have to come tomorrow morning. There will be some staff in the restaurant to carry the goods. You are tired these days. Take a good rest. It's not too late to go to the mountains after we arrange a private school for the children."

As a matter of fact, the workers who come to pull fish these days are pushing for goods every day. It is said that the last 100 cans were sold out long ago, which is why Ling Jingxuan made more than 2000 kg at a time. Yesterday, he went to Laowang's kiln and temporarily added 200 large jars with him. After arranging the children's study, they would be busy for a while.

"Yes, when you start to do it, you can tell us. You'll have to trouble you with your children's school."

He can see that it is absolutely impossible to have no scholar at home. In any case, even if it is to sell iron, he will send iron children to study.

"Well, I am."

"Dad, have you agreed?" Before Ling Jingxuan's words were uttered, Baozi rushed out of the next room, followed by the iron boy who had recovered his smile. He bent down to pick him up. Ling Jingxuan fondly pinched his nose: "well, that's it. I'm ready to go home.""Uncle Han, don't you have to leave?"

This is what he is most concerned about. He doesn't want to see iron baby cry again.

"Ha ha Of course, Dad can't cheat anyone, my little buns

With the same holding iron child Han Fei smile, Ling Jingxuan and Zhao Dalong nodded: "then we go first."

"Dad, daddy?? No, they're in trouble, dad

Ling Jingxuan was just about to turn around when the door was suddenly pushed away from the outside. Ling Wen ran in anxiously. Yan Shengrui, who was tied with a piece of cloth on his head, ran in behind him. Ling Jingxuan put down the bun and caught the Ling Wen who was rushing towards him: "what's the matter? What's the matter? "

"I don't know. Just now a man came to our house and said it was uncle's friend. He said there was an accident, so let you go there quickly."

"Damn it.

If it's not a very serious matter, Ling Jingpeng certainly won't let an outsider send a letter. With a low curse, Ling Jingxuan turns to Han Fei and says, "brother Han, please take care of Xiaowen for me."

"Well, you can go. Do you want brother long to accompany you?"

It seems that he is aware of the seriousness of the matter. Han Fei agrees without thinking about it. Meanwhile, Zhao Dalong has taken the initiative.

"No, they can't help us." At the end of the conversation, Ling Jingxuan and Yan Shengrui exchange their eyes. They turn around and go. Where no one sees them, Danfeng's eyes are gloomy.

"Dad, be careful."

"Dad?"

Behind them, the worried voices of the two steamed stuffed buns were clearly heard in their ears. There was no pause in their steps, and their figures soon disappeared in their sight.