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Chapter 534: Let me give dad an idea

"Second brother, do you still think of me as your mother? Then what are you growing in the back garden? Is it ginseng or Ganoderma lucidum? Even your own mother has hidden it? If you still think of me as my son, then

to be honest."

He stopped scolding him now. Lao Qian's face was dark and sullen, and his old muddy eyes were staring at Ye Laiyin coldly, thinking that he was very powerful.

Huh, no matter how tough the second son is, he doesn't dare to bear the reputation of being unfilial, so she doesn't believe that he can't be controlled.

Ye Laiyin gave his mother a faint look, "There is no ginseng or Ganoderma lucidum."

After saying that, he continued to eat dumplings with his head down.

Lao Qian looked at him in disbelief. Is this the end?

Saying it is the same as not saying it~

This is not the answer she wants!

The shelf he was holding immediately collapsed. Lao Qian didn't bother to pretend anymore, so he opened his mouth and scolded you, "You unfilial son..."

"Pa"

Old Ye slapped his head on the table with a loud bang, which made Old Qian tremble suddenly.

"What's the matter? You were told a few words about me and you drifted off again? Did you ask me what you were planting so that you can show off to others?"

The sound from the vaginal side seems to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

This sentence made Mr. Qian blush.

Damn old man, he didn't give her any face.

She is not stupid, how can she tell outsiders everything.

She just couldn't reconcile herself to it, and her status in this family was getting lower and lower.

In the past, the eldest and second eldest children were not like this. They never dared to hide anything from her. They didn't even keep a single copper penny from their wages and handed it all over to the public school.

But now, the two unfilial sons are paying less and less attention to her as their mother. If this continues, will it be okay?

"I, I won't tell."

"Humph, believing your words is like believing a ghost."

Lao Qian was choked again, lowered his head and avoided Lao Yetou's gaze with drooping eyes, and reluctantly stopped.

The world is finally quiet~

With a cold snort, Lao Yetou picked up the wine glass again, took a sip, then picked up a fat white dumpling with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, squinting to taste it.

Fresh~

Without the quarrels of Lao Qian, the family can eat in harmony. The person who eats pancakes every day suddenly eats white flour dumplings. Don't be too happy~

Brothers Ye Laijin and Ye Laiyin were even more delighted with their meals. What kind of garlic-yellow dish is this? It’s really delicious. Haha, I’m going to make money...

The three of them had similar ideas, but they all remained silent in front of Lao Qian.

This method sounds quite simple. If one person accidentally lets everyone in the village know about it, hehe, you know, they will definitely plant it in droves.

This dish is meant to be eaten fresh. If every household had it, it would be worthless.

After eating and clearing the table, Old Ye Tou and the other three looked at each other, said nothing, and went to bed early.

In the west wing room, He Xiner boiled water on a small stove to make tea for her parents.

I've been eating dumplings for a while now, and I haven't eaten the white fungus soup anymore.

"Xin'er, tomorrow is the market day in Pingning Town, so your master wants to cut some of the garlic and sell it."

The gentlemen and I made an agreement in the vegetable garden to cut a basket early tomorrow morning and drive the ox cart to the market to sell it.

"Well, it grows pretty fast, so it can be sold."

He Xiner knew how to plant in theory, but she had never taken care of it. In fact, she had never even seen it.

She was a little worried at first, fearing that she would not succeed and that her work would be in vain. Who knew that her father and uncle, oh, and her father, could handle it so well. It only took more than ten days to harvest it.

It's really not easy.

"This garlic is yellow and juicy and delicious. It is destined to be sold. As for how much it should be, your father, your uncle, and I have no idea what the price should be."

Knocking on the table repeatedly, Ye Laiyin frowned slightly, with a confused look on his face.

"I'll give dad an idea."
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