Uncle Gong Jian was still talking nonsense: "Your father was wrong before. Your aunt and I are very good, so of course we will celebrate the New Year by ourselves. Okay, okay, you little ones don't understand anything.
Go back quickly, there is no need to send it away."
Gong Jian and Gong Yu looked at each other, thinking at the same time, who is going to send you off? You should leave early, and who asked you to come to the door.
On the other hand, Uncle Gong Jian and his wife had completely lost sight of people, as if there were some vicious dogs chasing them behind them. The two of them quickly ran back to their home, pushed the door open, and both of them leaned against the door.
He gasped for air.
The speed they were running along the way was such that they used all their strength to feed themselves. At this time, the two of them were leaning against the door, panting. Aunt Gong Jian was patting her chest and pulling her breasts from under her clothes.
I took out the roasted chicken and was still complaining.
"Dang, the boss, aren't we? Didn't we agree? We said that we would have a good meal at their house and bring something back. Look at you. I haven't finished cleaning up here yet. Why don't you just leave me?"
Why did you bring it back? Now it’s like a roasted chicken."
Uncle Gong Jian no longer had any scruples at this time. He slapped his wife on the head and said, "You stupid bitch, you only know how to eat. Can you think of anything else? Are you so short-sighted?"
After that, he took out the bottle of fairy wine from his arms, gestured twice towards Auntie Gong Jian, and then carefully put it back into his arms.
"Do you know what this is? It's fifty taels of silver. How much is that little food worth? With this, are you still worried about having nothing to eat?"
Aunt Gong Jian held the roasted chicken in her hand and paused for a moment. She turned her head and looked at her man. She glanced at his chest in disbelief and asked: "Ah, just
Then a small bottle, what is that? It’s so expensive, fifty taels of silver, my God, what the hell did you get?”
Hearing his mother-in-law's exaggerated words, Uncle Gong Jian raised his head, straightened his chest, and snorted coldly: "I'm just saying that you, a mother-in-law, are ignorant, and you don't know. This is a good wine that is hard to find in the world, let alone a calm one."
Even in provincial capitals, there is no such good wine."
When Aunt Gong Jian heard that it was wine, she was a little discouraged. She continued and carefully put away the roast chicken. She looked at her man in disbelief, "Master, just a bottle of wine, is it really worth fifty taels?"
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Aunt Gong Jian now feels that her man must have been deceived by those brats from Gong Jian's family. Otherwise, how could such a small bottle of wine be sold for fifty taels of silver.
Seeing the distrustful expression on the woman's face, Uncle Gong Jian immediately became extremely angry. He raised his hand and slapped Uncle Gong Jian's wife twice, and then said angrily: "What do you know, you bitch?"
Good wine is worth a thousand dollars, you know? These fifty taels are an underestimate."
Hearing Uncle Gong Jian's affirmative answer, Mrs. Gong Jian was a little doubtful. She really didn't understand the market of wine. But her man was so sure that this small bottle of wine was worth fifty taels of silver.
Aunt Gong Jian couldn't help but feel excited, "Master, this is really so valuable. Then you have a good thing. We will take it to the town and sell it tomorrow. With these fifty taels of silver, we will
Don't worry, the second boy is going to a cultural gathering, but he won't have enough money to socialize."
After all, she was a mother. Now that she had money, Uncle Gong Jian immediately thought of her son. Uncle Gong Jian didn't say anything on the surface, but in fact he was a little reluctant to let go.
Although he also pointed out that this younger son could get a good name and honor his ancestors. However, in the past few years, the younger son has never achieved anything in the exam. But he kept asking for money from home, which actually made Uncle Gong Jian
Somewhat unhappy.
He had some doubts. His mother-in-law always told him that his son had a bright future and was destined to be an official. From now on, he would be an official and his wife.
But after all, Uncle Gong Jian is not a fool, nor is he an unscrupulous farmer. He looked at his youngest son's performance in the past few years. Although he didn't say anything on the surface, when he was alone, he was secretly suspicious.
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How has his youngest son learned in private school in the past few years? However, if this point is not broken, the family still has some hope. He is also afraid that after tearing this layer of window paper, his many years of hope will be seriously frustrated.
So when he heard his mother-in-law mentioning his youngest son who had not been home for years, Uncle Gong Jian didn't say anything, just hummed a few words and walked into the house. As he walked, he gave instructions
He asked his mother-in-law, "Go and prepare that roast chicken for me. I want to have a good meal tonight to celebrate. Is it the Chinese New Year anyway?"
Auntie Gong Jian heard her husband's instructions and quickly agreed. But she was thinking in her heart that with the income of fifty taels of silver, she felt that she had ample money again, so she couldn't help but calculate in her mind.
How to spend it.
Last time, my youngest son suddenly asked someone to come home with a letter saying that he was going to attend a literary event, but he didn't have suitable clothes to dress him up. Thinking about it, my family's conditions are limited and there is no way. I make a new dress for my youngest son every season.
, and as for the civilized clothes that the younger son mentioned, what he requested was not made of ordinary cotton at all, but silk. I couldn’t give my son dignity at home, so how could I make him stand up straight outside.
Last time, in order to make this dress for her youngest son, Mrs. Gong Jian sold an ancestral porcelain at home without telling her husband. Only then did she scrape together enough money to make a decent Wensheng suit for her younger son.
My men don’t know about this yet.
This time I finally had some spare money, so I decided to make two more pieces for my son, so that he could wash and change them every time so that he could attend various literary occasions without being embarrassed.
Besides, her eldest brother also sent someone to bring a message two days ago, saying that her mother was sick again this time. The family was really poor and had no money to get her medicine. He asked her to help her first. With these fifty
With two pieces of silver, can I help my eldest brother's family first? After all, it is my mother who has given birth to me.
Although, in the past few years, my mother's health has indeed been poor, and my eldest brother often sends messages saying that my mother is sick and needs money for medical treatment. But after all, it is my mother's family, and only my mother's family is for me.
Now that they have opened their mouths, I have to squeeze out my hands no matter what, take some money and go back to my parents' home. Let them at least remember one of their own. If anything happens in the future, I will still have to rely on my parents' home, no. (To be continued.)