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Chapter 121 Too much talk

Li Xuemei is pregnant, and the two brothers, Yan Huaiwen, have complicated affairs. The Yan family's meals are now different from the past, with no priority, and they don't have much time to sit together and eat together.

Eat without saying anything and sleep without speaking. Yan Huaiwen used to do this in the past, but this time he did not deliberately restrain himself. Erya has a lively temperament, and she didn't dare to do it before. Now she can't stop her mouth with a mouthful of wontons.

His second brother was also indulgent. Not only did he listen attentively, but he would also praise a few words from time to time, and then Erya would praise him a few words in return.

This father and daughter... luckily there were no other people around.

It wasn't enough for the two of them to say it themselves, so they had to ask him to comment from time to time.

"Your work score is really good!" Yan Laoer pretended not to know and praised him: "It's all small and piecemeal work. It's not convenient to give money or things. Write it down first. If you accumulate enough, you can exchange it for copper coins."

Well, my daughter is smart! Hahaha!"

"Huh? Brother, can we also follow this?"

Yan Huaiwen chewed slowly and ate a wonton.

He said softly: "Yes."

"However, your score is a bit low. When we take things out, we have to close the cost, right?

You have to know that although my father sells horse meat and pork at a low price, he still charges real copper coins. The amount of money depends on the current situation.

You have to think about it in the future. They can't see or touch this work score. It's different from a copper plate. Once you make a decision, it's best not to change it in the future. What do you think, brother?"

Yan Huaiwen put the wontons he had picked up and put them back, "God's blessing is right. Goods are on the market as they go, and silver and goods are paid. Your work points are not available every day. If someone saves for a long time to exchange for what he wants, you can change his points.

, wouldn’t it be unpleasant?”

"Uncle, should it be set higher?" Yan Yu asked.

Yan Huaiwen put down his chopsticks helplessly and said: "It is best to refer to the prices in Guanzhou. The work points are lower than the market price, which makes people feel that it is a good deal and the most suitable.

Even though he is a child, he still contributes as much as an adult, and cannot be less."

Yan Laoer stroked his palm, "What your uncle said is that you are looking for children who can work. They can also be used as half laborers at home. They can help our family and not take care of their own work. If it is not cost-effective,

If you suffer a loss, it will be fine for a short time, and people will not care about it. If it lasts for a long time, it will make people feel bad, as if we are taking advantage of our children."

"It's so difficult! Dad, you can do the math!" Yan Yu wanted to strike.

"This matter started because of you, and the children in every family have been looking forward to it, so how could they give up halfway!" Yan Huaiwen scolded him with a solemn face.

"I'm just talking." Yan Yu muttered, then begged: "Uncle, can you teach me something?"

Yan Huaiwen then calmed down his expression and said in a broad voice: "Don't be afraid of difficulties. My uncle will be with you after dinner. Heng'er, you will come too."

Yan Xiangheng ate deliciously, nodded quickly, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said: "Yes, Dad!"

He couldn't help but say to his second uncle: "Uncle, your cooking is so good, it's so delicious!"

In the past, he would never dare to talk at the dinner table, but now, it seems... he can.

Yan Huaiwen looked at him without saying anything. He picked up the chopsticks again and picked up the wonton that he had just put down.

Da Ya looked at her father, pursed her lips, and whispered: "Uncle, it's so delicious."

Yan Huaiwen paused and said, "That's all. If you want to say something, just say it. It's okay to be a little looser and faster at home."

The children, who were full of hope, rushed to squat near Yan's house in a hurry after eating.

He watched without blinking as Yan Xiaoer and Brother Xiang Heng cleared the dining table, wiped it clean, and put down pens and papers.

The scholar sat upright and didn't know what he said. Yan Xiaoer couldn't help but nod his head and write on the paper.

"Yan Xiaoer is not bragging!" a child suddenly said.

The other children nodded in agreement: "Xiu Cai Gong really taught her to write."

"What will you say when you go home?"

"Both my parents said that I had great luck. They didn't allow me to change my copybook, so I changed my copybooks and learned to read."

"My family is too!"

"My family is too!"

“Isn’t it really good to read and recognize words?”

"It should be good, otherwise why is it so expensive!"

"But I want to give my mother some soap."

"I want to exchange the Yan family's cloth and ask my mother to make me a backpack like Yan Xiaoer's."

"The dried meat is so good. It won't go bad if you keep it. You can eat it whenever you want."

"You are so stupid!" The person who made such mocking remarks was Cui Langzhong's little boy.

The big dog hurriedly gave his younger brother a hand, but don't say any more, or he might get beaten.

"You'll get points for doing the work once, so just do more!" Coyotito looked at them with disdain. He couldn't understand this, he was so stupid.

"You think you are the only one who knows! Paper is expensive, so copybooks must be expensive too. If you replace this one, you won't be able to replace anything else!"

The more children gathered together, the more noisy they became.

Yan Xiangheng looked over and said to his sister who was frowning in thought: "Xiaoer, why don't you go over and take a look?"

Yan Yu raised his head and followed his elder brother's gaze.

Shouted loudly: "Wait for me, I'll be fine in a minute!"

The high-pitched voice shocked the father and son, who were stunned on the spot.

"Boy, can you go over and tell me next time?" Yan Xiangheng suggested.

Yan Yu shook his head, "Running back and forth is wasting time. Oh, brother, please don't interrupt me. I've almost finished thinking about it. If you interrupt me, I'll have to start over again."

The uncle is a treasure, and if Yan Yu asks anything, he will almost always get an answer.

"Uncle, I've written it." Yan Yu handed over the messy paper.

Yan Huaiwen took it, looked at it carefully, and nodded.

"Click here to do it."

Yan Yu grinned, picked up the piece of paper, and ran towards his friends.

While running, he shouted: "Okay, okay! Our work points have been decided!"

The children all cheered and surrounded her.

"Tell me what it's like!"

"Don't crowd, don't crowd."

"How to change everything?"

Yan Yu had to shout: "Boy Scouts, gather!"

The children, who were in a mess, immediately looked for their own places.

Although it was a little slow and looked messy, everyone made no mistakes and stood in the right place.

Yan Yu was extremely satisfied. After practicing for a long time, he finally got results.

"Let's change places and come with me."

She led the way, and the children behind her habitually walked in formation as they did on patrol.

Liang Manshan happened to bring Liang Fengnian over and saw this scene.

Surprised!

He calmed down and said hurriedly: "Brother Huai'an, this is a good year for my son."

"I've met Uncle Yan."

"Fengnian, what a good name." Yan Laoer praised it and said, "My daughter is the same age as you, I'll call her later."

"Boy, come here quickly!"

Before Yan Yu could get far with the team, he heard the shouts and ran over.

"Dad, are you looking for me?"

"This is a good year for your Uncle Liang's family. You can take him to play with you. Your Uncle Liang and I still have some things to do."

Yan Laoer was secretly glad that Lao Yan had given him a few words of advice before and taught him how to deal with it. Otherwise, Liang Manshan suddenly pulled the child over. He really didn't know what to do. When he saw the child for the first time, did he have to give him a greeting gift?

Throw some money in...

Ahem, luckily I don’t have to.

Liang Manshan just wanted his children to get familiar with each other and play together.


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