"Then go to school tomorrow." Grandpa could understand Ling Er's mood. After all, he was a big child, so how could he not understand anything?

Therefore, he didn't force him to study, he just let him relax for a day.

Pointing to the door, "There are earthworms on the manure pile, please dig them by yourself with a shovel."

"I understand." He took the shovel and headed towards the dung pile. His only resentment towards his grandfather was why he didn't stop him when his mother named them!

Let this uncontrollable couple make a fuss!

OK!

His son Ling Daikun and his mother Tao Chengyun have a good name. It is their turn to be together from Lingyi to Lingwu, and it is almost a Lingling Qi family!

Every time I go out to do business with a household registration book, I face other people’s strange eyes!

"Clumsy." The old man took the shovel from Ling Er and went into battle himself.

Ling Er was so happy that he found an empty soy sauce bottle, followed him to pick up earthworms, and sprinkled some fine soil into the bottle from time to time. After a while, fifty or sixty pieces of them were filled in the bottle.

"Let's go." Ling Er finished his words, took an empty bucket, held a bamboo pole and soy sauce bottle and went to the riverside.

This river is the Wadong River, a tributary of the Qing River. Its source is Xianghongdian Reservoir and Foziling Reservoir, and there are many fish and shrimps.

I am idle, so I can make some money first, including fish, shrimp, loach, and eel. I can all be exchanged for money. People collect it at the bridgeheads of the streets every morning.

But only shrimps can be caught in front of you.

As for loaches and eels, there were too many, and it was easy to catch them. As for now, it was not easy to catch them. It was difficult to catch bare hands. He had to have the extra money to buy cages and nets. The cheapest bamboo cage also cost 80 cents each, which was not something he could afford.

When I arrived at the big willow tree by the river, I tied earthworms to the line as bait.

Then tie the thread to the thorn stick and finally tie a small branch. This is used for fish floats. If the branches shake, it means that a shrimp has been hooked.

Eight shrimp poles were placed one by one, just wait.

I habitually want to touch the cigarette, my pockets are empty and I have nothing.

I realized in a daze that he was not yet old to smoke.

Really smoking is when you learn good people from good people after going to college, and after following the smoker in the dormitory, you naturally learn to smoke.

Shrimp fishing is usually a pastime for children. When the children are on holiday, they are crowded around the river, doing this boring business without money, making a few cents of pocket money, so as to exchange for a little raindrop or Tang Monk’s meat.

No adults do such a thing that has meager benefits. Even if they really have to make money by fish and shrimp, they still have advanced tools!

Either a cage or a net!

Only advanced tools can generate productivity!

Because most of the children are going to school today, there is only Ling Er by the river.

The sun rises and gets hotter and hotter.

The earthworms began to play a role, and the shrimp rods slowly moved.

The red lobsters were very stupid. They would not loosen their claws when they caught the earthworm bait. When the telephone pole was brought into the bucket, they refused to relax and needed to sway for a few times before they could loosen their claws.

As soon as the pole was lifted up, the other pole was waiting to be closed. The eight poles were so busy that they filled the buckets.

"The situation is great, not medium, not small, but big." He stood on the river bank with his waist on his waist, very satisfied.

It was too late to get the bucket home, so he took off one of the woven bags that blocked the leak from the abandoned dam. Although it was half rotten, there was no problem using it to hold shrimps.

When he had lunch, he hid the pole in the grass barley and went home with a woven bag and a bucket.

"What are you busy with?" The eldest sister couldn't stand his idle look.

"Hey, don't look at me with this look. Let me tell you, I will rely on me for a good and spicy food in the future. Pay attention to your attitude!" Ling Er weighed it first with a scale, "Bajin, hey, what are you doing?"

He hurriedly grabbed the bucket from his sister's hand.

"Feed the duck." Ling Yi said angrily, "Or why?"

"I said to Boss Ling, your brain is getting worse and worse. It's all money. I'll give it to Qiaotou tomorrow morning and get three dollars." Ling Er was a little proud, "I'm making money, making money! I don't know how to spend it. I buy Nokia with my left hand and Motorola with my right hand, and I will change the phone number of China Mobile China Unicom Xiaolingtong a day."

"Stop being proud" the eldest sister couldn't laugh or cry.

"Don't worry about my other people's business." He poured all the lobsters into the large basin, poured a layer of water so that they would not die. Then he put them on the cooler door. He sat down at the dining table with a full sense of accomplishment and said satisfied, "The food is good."

Pickles mixed with tofu dregs, fried eggs with green peppers, and ordinary home-cooked dishes in rural areas.

Ling stomped his job in front of him and said, "Don't be busy with your work, go to school tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Ling Er just agreed. In fact, he had his own plans and would not go to school for the time being. Although he was at a critical moment in the third year of junior high school, for a reborn person like him, the high school entrance examination is just a pediatric department, and he had time to cram for a while.

Grandma pulled Xiaowu into the door, looked at the shrimps in the basin, and said to her elder sister, "If it is cooked, give it to the duck, otherwise you will have a crop."

"I'm selling it for money, the bridgehead costs 30 cents per kilogram." Ling Er of course opposed without hesitation.

Grandma said, "You don't need to make money. You can go to school and you won't have those three melons or two dates?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it." Ling Er said, "You two, don't worry about it."

The main income in rural areas is farming, but the land of grandparents was all given to their three sons, and they only had one or two pieces of food fields in their hands. Now that his mother has left, even if he adds his family, there are not a few acres of land and there are not much harvests.

Of course, in addition to farming, most of the idle laborers also have side jobs, just to work in construction sites, but his grandfather’s age is simply unbearable.

What's more, the old couple has three sons, and they all subsidize him, so his aunts will definitely make trouble.

At noon, he didn't take a nap like everyone else. He carried a shovel, carried an empty bucket, and took two woven bags to the river to continue his plan to make money.

He chopped a few tree strips with a shovel and continued to make shrimp poles. After expanding the scale in this way, he became a little lobster prince with fifteen lobster poles!

People want to have lunch, and lobsters probably have to have lunch. At this stall, his pole can't take off his hands, one after another.

"Good, you're so awesome, you're about 10 pounds." Huang Guoyu carried a shovel to release water, looked at Ling Er's bucket, and weighed the woven bag, "Your duck can't eat so much, right?"

"Feed the duck?" Ling Er gave him a look of contempt and said slowly, "This is all money!"
Chapter completed!