Sir, why is your painting style so normal?

Chapter 40
The faces of Li Pangya, mother and son were wrinkled, and their eyes were full of regret, "Oh, why is there meat hidden in the rice! If I had known..."

Chen Shoushan laughed angrily, and picked up a piece of chicken deliberately in slow motion. The golden chicken skin was attached to the meat, and there was a thin layer of chicken oil in the middle. It was delicious at first sight.

Fatty Li, mother and son, drooled dryly as they looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Chen Shoushan lowered his head and took a bite, missing the chicken skin and half of the meat. He threw it into his mouth and chewed it, and half spit out a bone. .”

Fatty Li's saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth accidentally, she wiped it with her fat hand, moved her buttocks on the bench a few times, bumped into him and said, "Baby, his father~"

The little heads of Jinbao and Yinbao also gradually came together.

Chen Shoushan: "..."

Forget it, he is a big man who cares about his wife and children.

He picked up the rice bowl, put all the chicken on it into the empty soup bowl, and pushed, "It's all for you."

Li Fatya's eyes lit up, and she was tangled up again when her hand touched the edge of the bowl. They drank up all the duck soup and duck meat, and her father only ate a piece of chicken.

The mother and son blinked at each other and made a decision. One of them grabbed a piece of chicken, and pushed the remaining two pieces of meat back to Chen Shoushan.

Chen Shoushan's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he took another big mouthful of rice. The chicken juice penetrated all the rice, and it tasted delicious.

Li Pangya narrowed her eyes and held the chicken in her mouth, chewing it slowly until the taste of the meat was almost gone before she was willing to swallow it.

Jinbao and Yinbao had finished eating the chicken and were licking the taste of the bones with their little tongues.

Chen Shoushan took all the chicken from the soup bowl and put half of the rice in. "You two can eat together with chopsticks."

Li Fatya did not refuse and used chopsticks to feed Yinbao a mouthful of rice first.

Yinbao put down the chicken bones reluctantly, chewed the rice in his mouth, his little eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a vague voice, "Brewed well!"

Li Pangya and Jin Bao took a quick bite of the meal, their eyes lit up.

I don't know how my uncle/uncle cooks it. The brown rice is as soft and glutinous as white rice, and the taste of chicken and leek eggs is even more fragrant.

……

In the yard, the bamboo mats were covered with golden corns, and Mrs. Chen forgot about her child picking dates.

Ruirui gnawed out the red date pit, and handed the date meat to Xiaopangdun.

The little chubby pier held the date meat in one paw, eating the buns until his face became swollen, a bunch of little hairs stood up on the top of his head, and his little fists were fleshy.

Pandi couldn't help itching her fingers when she saw it, she really wanted to rub and poke it, but she was afraid and kept pinching her fingers.

Goudan was eating fresh dates while watching the stone grinding the dates.

Shi Shi put a fresh jujube into his mouth, clicked and ate half of the jujube meat, exposing the tip of the jujube core, and then inserted three bamboo sticks from the bottom of the jujube meat to make it stand on the stool. Two fresh jujubes are installed on both ends of a slender bamboo slice, and you're done.

Put the bamboo slices in the middle of the jujube pits to form a balance, the stone grabbed the chubby little soft paws, and gently pushed one end of the bamboo slices with his little index finger, the bamboo slices turned, and the red dates at both ends revolved around each other for a while Halt poked back and forth a few more times with his little finger.

Little Fatty's eyes sparkled, he broke free from his hand, and poked and poked with his little finger, until the bamboo piece fell off with a thud.

Seeing this scene, Shitou and Goudan looked at each other, and a smirk slowly formed on the corner of their mouths.

Little Fatty's face was stunned, and his fat paws grabbed the bamboo slice and pressed it on the jujube tip, his small eyes watched the two ends of the bamboo slice, one high and one low, why is it different from the previous ones!
The little guy was dumbfounded, Brother Shitou obviously did it like this.

Shitou and Goudan laughed loudly.

Ruirui was curious, and picked up the bamboo slice with a small hand, and seemed to find a spot with his eyes, and put the bamboo slice lightly, and immediately hung on the date stone.

Shito/Goudan stared at him with wide eyes, "Wow! Rui Rui is amazing!"

Rui Rui shook his head and said, "No, brother Shitou is also amazing!"

Shitou scratched his head in embarrassment, saying that he didn't stand up the bamboo slices for the first time, and was so angry that he ate the jujubes, and said with a dry smile, "I've been familiar with this since I was a child, and Ruirui will know it at a glance! "

Ruirui's ears turned red.

Xiao Pangdun blinked his eyes, seeing that his brother could do it, he suddenly picked up the hanging bamboo piece, and put it back on the date stone by himself, the bamboo piece became one end hanging and the other end falling on the stool surface.

His small pink mouth opened slightly in astonishment, he picked up the bamboo piece and looked up and down for a few times, then put it on the jujube stone, still one up and one down, and then it was still the same, repeated several times.

The little guy was wronged and angry, his eyes were red, and he pointed to the bamboo piece to complain, "Glck~ it's not good or bad, woo woo woo..."

These words made Shi Shi and Goudan laugh until their stomach hurts.

Ruirui: "..."

Stupid brother!
In the room, Chen Shouxing was copying a book. He could already memorize the words in the book. He didn't even need to read the book to write. He quickly finished a page, checked the words against the book, and continued to copy the next page.

Zhao Miaomiao lowered her head to embroider the round fan, and said slowly, "Sir, in the spring of next year, we can make another sum of money from selling books, and send Ruirui to study and enlightenment. It won't cost you much money for the time being, plus I will do embroidery work for you." To write a letter, the money must be enough."

Chen Shouxing raised his eyes and nodded. In the spring, he and his wife had already discussed sending Ruirui to an old boy in the village for enlightenment.

Zhao Miaomiao continued, "I'm thinking that we have more than 20 taels of silver in our hands now. After removing the silver used to buy food and paper, pen and ink, there will still be 20 taels of silver left."

Chen Shouxing listened and waited for her to finish speaking.

Zhao Miaomiao's eyes flashed suddenly and said, "Hoarding this money is also hoarding, sir, you can look for a house boy to see if there is a mortgage house. We will mortgage a house for five to ten years. We will not rent it out. In the future, if the owner can return the money on time, we can also earn some rent money, if not, we will earn a lot, buy a house with less money and earn rent money.”

Usually, the owner of a mortgaged house is in urgent need of money and is reluctant to part with the house, so selling the mortgaged house means selling it alive.

Chen Shouxing raised his lips and smiled. His wife was virtuous and smart.

He thought for a while, and said, "A small courtyard house in the county costs 33 taels of silver, and a two-story building costs 35 taels of silver. For a classic house, it is usually half of the house price. We should have more than enough money for a small courtyard house and a two-story building. "

The corner of Zhao Miaomiao's mouth raised a smile, two small pear dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she kept muttering to him happily, "We rent out Dianlai's house to others, and we can collect four or five taels of silver a year. I do embroidery work and get rid of the two taels of silver that I handed over to the family, and I still have four taels of silver left over. I usually use the money earned by Mr. Hua writing letters to others, and we will not sell books in two years..."

(End of this chapter)