Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Hey, look good?"

When I got home, Ling Jingxuan’s brothers were busy setting up what they bought today. Ling Wen Lingwu went back to the room and tried on new clothes at his command. After a while, Xiao Baozi Ling Wu excitedly rushed into the kitchen and found Ling Jingxuan, who is ready to get something to eat, the navy blue robes are a bit too big to wear on his body. It seems that his body is getting thinner and thinner, but Ling Jingxuan smiles and says: "Oh, my son is pretty, Oh, it won’t look good?”

During the speech, he also vacated a hand and pinched his cheek. The line of sight of the smile was to look at the follow-up Ling Wen. Both children were chosen to be navy blue robes, although this color is a bit unworthy. Their ages are also old-fashioned, and they are thin and can't support them, but the children are still small, the navy is stain-resistant, and the old-fashioned is nothing.

"Hey!"

The two buns that have never been praised have made their own old man a naked boast, almost blushing at the same time, and the little buns are screaming and embarrassed to run out.

"Oh... this kid is still shy, but it’s pretty."

Next to Ling Jingpeng plugged in a timely sentence, Ling Wen, who was still strong, could not wait, blushing and whispering a sentence, I went to see Xiaowu and ran away in a hurry.

The Ling Jingxuan brothers smiled and the children became more and more responsive, and the more happy they were, because it also proved that they were gradually coming out of their former haze life.

"Brother, you put so much oil, I will swear you later."

Helping to pack up the things, Ling Jingpeng turned back and saw Ling Jingxuan smashed a spoonful of freshly-baked lard into the pot. Feng Yan could not help but climb naked and distressed, not to mention that it was at this home, that is, Lao Ling’s home, doing At the time of the dish, I will drop a few drops of vegetable oil. Who is so wasted? It's no wonder that Xiaowen always chanted him, and he really wouldn't live!

"Oh... it’s okay, once in a while, isn’t it that you make money? There’s nothing extravagant about luxury, and it’s not like eating every day.”

Compared with his distress, Ling Jingxuan did not care, the skillful flipping the green scallions in the pot, don't ask him to be black, not his little buns too white, too expensive, life and death will not Sell, he can only use black noodles to burn onion cake.

"...these meats are also fried?"

Ling Jingpeng was helpless, and his sight was swept to the left side of the refining pork belly. There was also a clean black wild vegetable in the distance. It seemed to be ready to go.

"Well, I have to go to the mountains to do rough work later, how can I not eat something?"

"You have to eat with the children at night, and I will eat some wild vegetables."

He is really distressed by food, but also really distressed the child, thinking about saving it for the two children to eat, but Ling Jingxuan turned his head and said: "Howl is it to eat at night? It is all to eat, not to eat at noon? Jingpeng, you are my younger brother, the only younger brother. Do we still use you and my brothers? Do you have money to pay for your meal? If you are as clear as you, then you can help me. Selling fish, should I also give you money?"

"Not brother, I don't mean that, I..."

Wen Yan, Ling Jingpeng’s nervous wave of hands wanted to explain, Ling Jingxuan did not give him the opportunity to finish, slightly grabbed the topic: “I know what you want to say, Jingpeng, I know poor, but the fate of man is If you master our own hands, as long as we have a lot of thoughts, we will study hard and work hard, and sooner or later we will get rid of poverty and get rich. One day, I want our family to have white rice every day and have a big mouthful of meat."

Looking at the slim side of the big brother, Ling Jingpeng quietly clenched his fists. He was right. As long as they were willing to work hard, why didn’t they have a good life?

Knowing that this younger brother is also a kind of mind, Ling Jingxuan has not continued, the drum does not need heavy hammer, he will understand, he meant.

"Well, Jingpeng, let the children wash their hands and eat, wait for them to take a nap, we will go to the mountains..."

"Touch and touch..."

About two quarters later, the sweaty Ling Jingxuan finally burned ten scallions, and the fungus was also cooked, but he still hadn’t finished talking. The outside sounded a rude knock on the door, saying that it was knocking. The sound, in fact, should be the sound of the door, the brothers look through the door of the simple kitchen, the broken wooden door that seems to be reliable can seem to fall down at any time.

"You first ask the child to wash his hands, no matter what happens outside, don't come out, let me see."

Those who are not good are not coming, this is a shackle, afraid that someone is coming, Ling Jingxuan whispered two words, wiped his hands and went out, Ling Jingpeng worried about his back, thinking about his brother's temper It has changed, no more insults, and he has not followed the past, but turned and took the two buns to the backyard.

"Hey, you are a dead man, the old lady’s hand has to be broken before you open the door. Is there any three children in my eyes?"

Opening the door, Ling Jingxuan had not had time to see the situation outside. A rude female voice almost broke his eardrum. At the same time, the people came back and tried to enter the yard. Ling Jingxuan turned his eyes and moved slightly. In the middle to block their way to go: "Who am I? It turned out to be the old show's Ling Santun, Ying Yingzi, this is a hurricane, do you blow the two of you?"

The narrow and long phoenix eyes show unmistaked ridicule, naked looking at the mother and daughter standing in front of him, almost a glance, he recognized their identity, the original master of the three children Lingjiang and her eldest daughter Ling Xiaoying.