Big businessman and little fisherman

Chapter 170 Charcoal Fire
Listening to the voices in the room, Lu Xiaoli couldn't stop crying.

She's not mean, she's just angry.

The winter solstice family has no money, because the winter solstice mother fell ill after autumn, and when they came to the door, they said that they would not send them if there were still a hundred and ten cash at home. Let Brother Lu Quan forgive me, and they will definitely return the wheat when they harvest next year.

The Chen family didn't have enough money, and the Lu family didn't think it was wrong.Chen Ping'an really didn't have enough money. He was trying his best to learn how to make oil-paper umbrellas, just to earn more money so that he could pay off the Lu family's debts.

But why the Ma family and the Goudan family didn't pay back the money? That's what Lu Xiaoli was upset about.

She felt that Second Aunt Ma and Goudanniang had made an agreement and deliberately took thirty cash to pay off the debt, and wanted to default on the remaining money.

This is bullying honest people and being kind, and she was right.

But now, Boss Ma and Father Goudan came one after another to give money, Lu Xiaoli's face was on fire, and she felt mean again.

Lu Yange took Lu Xiaoli's hand and pressed it, making her wake up from her loss: "Second Sister, let's go to the Shake House and see how Brother Ping'an's oil-paper umbrella is doing."

Chen Yaoyao's house has not yet been built, and he still lives in the wing next to the Lu family's east house.

The siblings of the Lu family knocked on the door of the East Wing, and one by one they slipped into the room where Chen Yaoyao and Grandma Chen were sleeping like little mice.

The weather is cold, and Grandma Chen has old cold legs, so a charcoal fire was lit in the house early.

Chen Pingan occupied more than half of a room, all of which he used to make oiled paper umbrellas.Fortunately, it is neatly placed and does not look messy.

Seeing the Lu family's children coming, Grandma Chen asked Chen Yaoyao to bring some small yams and put them on the charcoal fire.

Small and sweet, buried in charcoal fire and roasted quickly, it can be cooked quickly.

Lu Xiaoli was clearly thinking, sitting on a low stool with his knees hugged, staring at the charcoal fire in a daze.

Lu Xiaoqing looked at Xiaoli, and couldn't bear it, so he slapped Lu Xiaosi who was teasing Xiaowu.

She is clumsy and can't say anything, so it's better to find Xiao Si.

Lu Xiaosi followed Lu Xiaoqing's gaze, looked at Lu Xiaoli, and scratched his head.

"Second Sister, I think what you said today is correct." This was what Lu Yange said from his heart.

If she were Lu Quan's own daughter, she would also like to say this.

Lu Xiaoli turned his head to look at Lu Xiaosi, with tears in his eyes: "But, seeing Uncle Ma and the others feel guilty and uncomfortable."

Lu Xiaoyu couldn't help but muttered, "What's the matter? It's because Second Aunt Ma and Mrs. Goudan are acting dishonestly. Is there any reason for that?"

Grandma Chen closed the door and warmed herself by the fire. She didn't hear what Lu Xiaoli said, but she vaguely understood what her sisters were saying.

Her family still owes Lu's family money, and she was not easy to answer, so she could only pull out the smallest baked potato and hand it to Chen Pingan: "This is ripe, give it to Xiao Wu first."

Picking and picking, he pulled out another one, and handed it to Lu Xiaoli: "Good boy, you are a straight-talking person, what Xiaoyu said is right, it's your Second Aunt Ma and Goudanniang who did it dishonestly."

"That's right." Chen Yaoyao took the handkerchief and handed it to Lu Xiaoli, "If the family has money, they should pay it back, and if they keep it, they can't have cubs. If your family doesn't advance the money, are they really going to be locked up by Uncle Ma and Daddy Goudan? with?"

Lu Xiaoli passed it on to Lu Xiaosi again, and now she feels uncomfortable and doesn't want to eat anything.

"God's mother won't." Lu Yange stretched out his hand and tore the sweet potato in half, and gave Lu Xiaoli half, "But Second Aunt Ma, that's not necessarily true."

Anyway, it wasn't her man who was arrested, so she didn't care about Boss Ma's life or death.

This matter, Goudanniang must not have imagined, it must be Aunt Ma behind the scenes.

"Your Aunt Ma knows how to do it, and Ma Lao Er and Ma Lao San can't let it go, and there are orchid heads and orchid flowers." Grandma Chen picked up two more from the charcoal basin and handed them to Xiaoqing and Xiaoyu respectively.

Lu Xiaoqing gave half to Shake, and Xiaoyu gave another half to Lu Xiaowu.

Lu Xiaoqing couldn't help but said, "If you want me to tell you, Uncle Ma should have taken Lantou and Lanhua to separate."

To save Lanhua from always being mean by Aunt Ma.

Lu Xiaoqing and Ma Lanhua walked the closest, and Ma Lanhua talked to Lu Xiaoqing about everything, and it was better now. When she was at the wild pier, Second Aunt Ma didn't even allow Malanhua to eat when she was full.

Grandma Chen sighed: "Hey, every family has a book that is difficult to recite. It is not easy for you, Uncle Ma. A few years ago, the orchid head orchid was small, and his two brothers helped to raise it. Now Ma's second child He is still young, Ma Laosan's wife is just pregnant, and Lantou Lanhua is able to work, he may feel that the family has been separated at this time, and he is sorry for his two brothers."

Xiaoyu asked puzzledly: "Didn't it mean that when spring comes, their family will separate after building a few more houses?"

Lu Xiaoli took a bite of the hot roasted yam, and felt a lot of comfort in his heart: "It is said that the spring construction has started, but I don't know when it will be completed, and now I have paid an extra imperial ration, where is the money?" ?”

"That's right." Lu Xiaoyu was discouraged, "Then Malanhua has to wait until she gets married before she can get rid of her second aunt?"

"Stupid child." Grandma Chen pulled out the remaining two baked yams with a smile, "Little girl, you know what to marry or not to marry, be careful when your mother hears and scolds you."

Xiaoyu bared his teeth at Grandma Chen honestly: "My mother can't hear you."

Grandma Chen looked at the children lovingly, and grabbed two handfuls of peanuts and roasted them beside the charcoal basin.

There is no shortage of food in the Lu family, but when the children come to play in her house, she always looks for something for the children to enjoy.

How much is a mind.

The roasted potato is ready, everyone is silent, busy whirring and blowing, eating while blowing.

Chen Ping hugged Lu Xiaowu and sat next to Lu Xiaosi, carefully peeled the potato skin, and fed Xiaowu bit by bit.

He was grateful to Lu Xiaosi in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it, he could only try his best to do something for the Lu family.

Unexpectedly, this time he had to pay the imperial rations, and his family owed money to the Lu family.

Primary four taught Chen Pingan how to make oiled paper umbrellas. Although primary four didn't remember many processes clearly, Chen Pingan was not stupid either.

He became ruthless, bought an oil-paper umbrella from the town at a high price, and came back, dismantled it bit by bit, and fumbled for it by himself.

Until you don't know until you figure it out.

During these days, Chen Pingan has been able to make a strong oil-paper umbrella.

The first oil-paper umbrella made by Chen Pingan is now in Lu Xiaosi's room. Not to mention, although it looks crude, it is really strong.

Yilu Xingge's idea, of course, is to make that kind of beautiful and exquisite oil-paper umbrella in order to sell it for a price.

But Chen Pingan's thoughts are much more simple.

He doesn't know how to draw, but the oil-paper umbrella needs to look good, so he doesn't have to be able to draw.

Also, if I really like exquisite objects, they have to be made by a master with good craftsmanship. He doesn't even have a serious master, like Lu Xiaosi, who told him how to do this and how to do it, and then let him go , can only be regarded as half a master.

He might as well be honest and make the kind of durable ones and sell them to those who really need oiled paper umbrellas.

(End of this chapter)