Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"I don't know what happened to my parents."

Manager Zhang will come to pull the jam tomorrow. Ling Jingxuan, who is sitting under the eaves watching the little bun practicing calligraphy, can't help frowning. However, the youngest is only twelve years old, which is not enough for conscription. That is to say, those who go to serve in the military will only choose from the six people who meet the conditions. With the old lady's partiality, the people from the second room will definitely go. Ling Jinghan's illness has improved a lot, but under Ling Jingxuan's advice, he has been pretending that there is no improvement, and the only candidate is Jing Peng. These days, if Ling Jingpeng is not helping him everywhere, with his dilapidated body , it is impossible to accept such a large order of business, Ling Jingxuan is grateful from the bottom of his heart and worried about his little brother.

"Didn't you already know it? It's a big deal, let's take out twenty taels of silver to pay for military service."

Yan Shengrui, who was instructing Xiaobaozi's boxing next to him, walked up to him and sat down. Sometimes he really couldn't understand him.

"The money must be taken, but not now. This may be an opportunity, the best opportunity for parents to separate their families and live alone."

He glanced at him lightly, Ling Jingxuan held his head with one hand, and the bottom of his eyes was deep. Seeing that Ling Jinghan's illness was getting better and better, his life would get better and better. Some people had other ideas, and family separation was inevitable. Row.

At this time, Ling Jingxuan didn't know that any opportunity had to pay a price, and that price made him regret all his life.

"That's right, this matter can't be delayed any longer, but Jingxuan, after the goods are sold out this time, shouldn't we fix the house? If the parents and the others move in, three thatched cottages will definitely not be enough. "

Nodding, Yan Shengrui suddenly took his hand. He didn't remember anything, but he was more simple, and he wouldn't be like the average person to ask whether he earned the family's money or not, and would it damage his face as a big man? In his eyes, in his heart, he simply loves him and his children, and he doesn't want to see them live a miserable life. Part of the reason is that Jing Xuan always sleeps with his children, and he occasionally wants to steal a fragrance. Stealing a piece of jade is not enough. If things go on like this, it will be strange if you don't get sick.

Of course, he would never say this.

"Well, I want to buy all the land in Yuehua Mountain and directly build a garden-style manor, but I'll talk about it after the family division is confirmed. Right now, I'm not in the mood to plan those."

"You can do it if you have a plan, but shouldn't we tell Xiaowen and the others about this first?"

Pointingly, they glanced at Ling Wen who was writing on the sand table not far away. Both of them had helpless and indulgent smiles on their faces. Who said it wasn't? If they dared to quietly buy land and build a house with their little buns on their backs, maybe they would let him talk about it for a long time. For the sake of future purity, they had to talk to him first anyway.

"Dad, why hasn't Tiewazi come over today? I still want to fight with him."

I don't know when, the little bun after punching stood sweating profusely in front of them, his little face wrinkled tightly because his little friend didn't arrive as scheduled.

As soon as he said it, Ling Jingxuan finally remembered that the Zhao family also seemed to have to send someone to do military service. I guess their family is not peaceful, right? Although husband Zhao Han is both men, he has been criticized for many years because of this marriage relationship, but their relationship is really good. Anyone who goes to military service is equivalent to breaking them up alive. Originally, he planned to wait until tomorrow to get the goods. The wages were given to them. Now it seems that it is better to give them earlier. These days, it is entirely up to them to help.

Knowing what he was thinking about again, Yan Shengrui didn't bother him, he poured a cup of tea and brought it to Xiao Baozi's mouth: "Look at how tired you are, martial arts training is not an overnight thing, we just do it step by step."

After a few days of getting along, he gradually got used to getting along with the children, and both children liked him very much.

"Well, father, I heard that your martial arts are very good. I have almost learned all the Taijiquan that my father taught me. Can you teach me other kung fu?"

He drank the tea from the gān cup with his hand, and the little bun blinked his eyes and looked at him expectantly. On the other side, Ling Wen, who had finished his calligraphy practice, couldn't help but cast an expectant look at him. Compared to Ling Wu, he was a little boy. Like Wu Chi, he is not that particular about martial arts, but if he can learn more, he is of course willing.

"Of course, I will teach you whatever you want to learn in the future, but you can't ignore reading. In the future, you must be a man with both civil and military skills."

Dotingly pinching his nose, Yan Shengrui poured a cup of tea for Ling Wen as he spoke. Now that his injury has not completely healed, he can only do the little things that he can do.

The brothers looked at each other and nodded in unison. Ling Jingxuan suddenly beckoned to Ling Wen: "Come here, Xiaowen, I have something to discuss with you."

"Hey!"

Putting down the teacup, Ling Wen didn't think much about it. He raised his foot and walked over. Ling Jingxuan took him and said seriously: "That's it, the imperial court has started to recruit soldiers, and each family only needs to have two strong men aged fourteen to thirty-five years old. You have to go out for military service if you are a laborer or above. You may not know it when you are young. These soldiers who are recruited are often at the forefront and die the fastest. In other words, they are simply going to die. If you go to serve, everyone must have twenty taels of silver. I thought that it would be impossible for the Lao Ling family to pay. In the end, my uncle will definitely be sent. Dad is such a younger brother, and I will not do it anyway. Watching him go to his death, I'm afraid we have to pay the money in the end, and then you, Uncle Zhao and the others, with their economic situation, I'm afraid they won't be able to get 20 taels of silver. If it wasn't for them these days

Help us pick fruit. With the strength of father and uncle, two thousand five hundred catties of jam, one hundred jars of wine, I don't know when I will get them, so I want to send them twenty taels of silver, Just treat it as their wages, what do you think? "

A full forty taels of silver, which ordinary people have chewed for several years, is not a small amount. Although Ling Jingxuan can make up his own mind, he still habitually seeks the opinion of the little bun, because he promised him that any major He must tell him that, as a father, he does not want to lose faith in his son, even if the little buns disagree, he will do it.

"Father, don't you always say that the money that should be spent must be spent? We can't save this kind of money."

To his surprise, Ling Wen frowned and actually taught him a lesson with a straight face. Ling Jingxuan's forehead went black, and then he raised his lips and rubbed his head dotingly: "Hey, Dad is confused. No matter how much money no one matters, we can't save this kind of money."

It was he who underestimated him, and his little bun is stingy, but he is also sensible, right?

"That's the reason, Dad, let's save it later, or I can go to school with Xiaowu next year. You can quickly deal with the affairs of Uncle Zhao and Uncle Zhao."

Ling Wen looked like a little adult who could be taught by a child, which made Ling Jingxuan and Yan Chengrui laugh and cry instantly.

"Sure, I just wanted to let you know. Then you can practice calligraphy with your father. I'll send the money to Uncle Zhao and the others first."

After a while, Xiao Baozi took the opportunity to 'educate' him again, Ling Jingxuan patted his butt and stood up, decisively decided to walk away. As for the old Ling family, at least we have to wait until the results come out.

"Daddy, I want to go with you." Ling Wu, who was leaning on Yan Shengrui, suddenly rushed over and hugged his thigh, looking up at him pleadingly. He hadn't seen Tiewazi for a day, he missed him.

"Okay, let's go together." Bending down to pick him up, Ling Jingxuan raised his head and said to Yan Shengrui, "I'll be back soon, if parents come, you help me keep them, and the family will give you. "

"Well, go ahead, put on a straw hat, it's hot outside."

Saying that, Yan Shengrui picked up the straw hats that Ling Wang's family had made of straw for the past two days and put them on the father and son's heads. He also took the opportunity to rub Ling Jingxuan's face with his big hand. Well, when his son was present, he could only endure it temporarily.

It's not that Ling Jingxuan didn't feel it, the other party's actions were too direct, and his eyes were too red and hot, even thinking with his ass, he knew that Ya Jue bī was in heat again, which would have taught the two sons badly. Ling Jingxuan didn't say much, and was powerless. After glaring at him, he hugged the little bun and turned to leave, watching the figures of their father and son disappear from sight, Yan Shengrui laughed so hard, Ling Wen, who was standing beside him, looked at him suspiciously. What's the matter? Why a pair? ? Silly?

Chapter 062 Sending money, an accident

As expected, when Ling Jingxuan brought the little buns to Zhao's house, before he even knocked on the door, he heard bursts of sobbing. , These days, the court said that conscription means conscription, completely disregarding the life and death of the common people. If he hadn't made some money now, and the little bun is still young, I'm afraid he would not be able to escape bad luck, right? Although, with his ability, he would never let himself die on the battlefield.