Chapter 1208: Control group in the 1990s (17)

Chapter 1208: Control group in the 1990s (17)

Chapter 1208 Control group in the 1990s (17)

When the street lights on the street came on one after another, Xu Wu and his wife returned from the stall.

Seeing that his brother and son were both at home, Ma Chunfang was happy at first: "Yinyin, have you brought Xiaoxiao here? Are the soldiers here too?"

After entering the house, I saw the bruises on my brother's face clearly and felt extremely distressed: "Soldier, who beat you like this? Debt collectors? They are going too far! Aren't you afraid that we will call the police?"

No, no, I hit it myself.

"Huh? Did you hit it yourself? Didn't someone else hit you? It doesn't look like it..."

I really hit it accidentally. Ma Jianbing was afraid that his eldest sister would go to the police and wanted to comfort her. It looks scary, but it doesnt hurt much.

fart! It hurt him so much that it still hurts when I touch it.

Ma Chunfang took a closer look at the injury on her brother's face through the dim light, and said thankfully: "Fortunately, the skin is not broken, and the appearance is not disfigured. You are too careless. My eldest sister will make you a delicious meal tonight to replenish it." , your brother-in-law and I..."

Mom, dont worry about it today, Ive already cooked.

Xu Yin came in from outside with a pot of stewed beans and noodles in both hands.

As long as its not raining or snowing, the residents on the first floor will light the stove and cook outside.

Her house is right at the top, and there is an open space of seven to eight square meters next to it. It has not yet been used for growing vegetables, so she puts the stove here for cooking. The heat makes the house feel like a sauna.

But once the sesame cake stall got back on track and she could free up some time, she still wanted to use the land to plant something. It would be too wasteful to just plant a bunch of green onions in the corner.

"I saw that I still had a handful of long cowpeas at home, so I beat two eggs and made braised noodles. Let's eat together. From now on, my uncle is also a member of our Xu's Cake Shop. He will eat what our family eats. .

Ma Chunfang looked at her brother and asked: What's going on?

Ma Jianbing is more innocent than her: I dont know either.

The niece's words were so reasonable that he had no words to object. Ma Jianbing could only get up with his eyelids unable to open.

After getting out of bed, I shook my arm that was sore from learning to knead dough last night: "Yinyin, my arm is still sore."

Doing business

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. How can you do business without suffering, right?"

Ma Jianbing twitched his lips, picked up his washbasin, and went to the water room to wash up.

Xu Yin: Are you talking too much? Not bad, good, progress!

Xu Xiao, who was on the upper bunk, sat up sleepily: "Sister, I also want to sell sesame cakes."

Xu Yinxun thought that it would be a good idea to correct the misconception that his brother had been led astray by his uncle. It was indeed a good idea to work with him. He readily agreed: "Okay, let's go together! If you are sleepy, come back and catch up on your sleep."

Xu Xiao climbed out of bed and ran to the water room to wash up.

Sure enough, children have good physical strength.

Xu Yin looked at her brother with envy, who was rubbing his eyes one second, and was jumping up and down the next, stretching his thin arms and legs.

In the water room on the third floor, after washing her face, Jiao Dongmei soaked the clothes she carried in the washtub and rubbed them. When she saw Ma Jianbing, she asked in surprise: "Aren't you Chunfang's younger brother? Did you come yesterday or leave?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Xiao jumped in with a small washbasin Xu Yin bought for him, which contained new towels, toothbrushes, tooth cups, and a tube of white rabbit toothpaste for children: "Uncle , we have to hurry up! Sister is still waiting for us to sell sesame seeds at the stall! "

Are you going too?

Sister, I agree! Even though Im young and cant make sesame cakes, I can help collect the money!

Ma Jianbing laughed at him: "Can you count the money?"

Xu Xiao was anxious: "Why can't I count them all? How can I not recognize what money looks like?"

The uncle and nephew were bickering and washing up, forgetting to pay attention to Jiao Dongmei next to them.

Jiao Dongmei pondered in her mind: How can you make money selling sesame cakes? Ma Chunfang even called her natal brother to help? How many people does a small sesame seed stall need? Is business so good?