The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family Chapter 135

  Yan Yu was very helpless, her father used cats to find prey, and succeeded every time.

   When I got to her place, I found it, but the rabbit I found was—dead—.

   No scars on the outside, sunburned? thirsty?

   Unsure, after burying, those who came back and touched the rabbit washed their hands one by one.

   On the last day of entering the mountain, the Boy Scouts gained nothing.

  What his father promised still hasn't arrived.

   Fortunately, the children understand that Yan Er is really busy. He has to lead the way, and he has to push carts during rest time, go hunting in the mountains, and find water.

   These days, Qi Wu made six trolleys.

   Not one left, all sold.

  Uncle An came forward to buy two, and the rest was divided among the first four victims who paid.

   Originally received more orders, but it was easy to cut wood, but it was difficult to carry wood on the road, even with the help of various families in the village to share.

  Qi Wu had to stop this business.

   After paying the money to the helpers, Qi Si still has more than four taels in his hands.

   This number shocked the three brothers.

   "Did we give less people?" Qi Wu asked.

   "I remember it all, that's right!" Qi Si held a piece of cloth in his hand and looked over it over and over again.

   "Ask Yan Er." Qi said.

After Yan Laoer was found, he looked at the rags of Qi Si's bookkeeping, barely recognized the names of the people replaced by various symbols, and said with certainty: "Isn't this all right? What's wrong? That's right! It should be It earned four thousand three hundred and ninety cash."

  Yan's second son counted the copper coins neatly.

   "This is one hundred and ninety cash, if you have four taels of cash, you'll be right."

   "It's this number!" Qi Si said pleasantly.

   "How about we continue to take a taxi." Qi Wu muffled.

   It's too profitable, and I earned so much in four days!

   "Take a taxi and take a taxi, look around, where is there any wood!" Yan's second son was heartbroken.

  Lack of wood has become a heart disease for their family.

   The days away from the opening of the platform are close to one day.

  In the past, they used to sell tattered ones, but they didn't think there were too many of them, and they had a lot of fun.

   But now that I know the high value of trees on the platform, they are so shabby... I don't like it a bit.

   "Right now, let's not even think about taking a taxi." Second Yan said, "Look at this."

  He spread out his hands, the small gray shells were so dry that they cracked.

   "It was picked by the children. There used to be water in the area under our feet. Now all the clams in the river are exposed. We can pick them if we have nothing to do. People can't eat them, but livestock can."

   "Okay!" The three brothers of the Qi family were very concerned about the mules and donkeys.

  Their mother didn't suffer any crimes on this journey, and they all relied on these animals for transportation.

  The four cut off a few pairs of long chopsticks for the children to see and follow suit.

  More and more villagers asked clearly, and began to learn to pick clams.

  They are still in the collection stage.

   Unexpectedly, the victims following behind caught up with the progress and entered the eating stage.

problem occurs!

   "How many people have been eaten?" Yan Laoer asked seriously.

  Liang Manshan said helplessly: "There are seven or eight adults, and one child."

  Yan's second son became anxious when he heard it, "Why do you still have children? He chose to eat by himself, and the adults didn't stop him?"

"Don't mention it, it was fed by his family's adults." Liang Manshan said with a bitter face: "I said that I can't eat it, but they just don't listen, saying that if livestock can eat it, people can eat it. If anyone doesn't pay attention, they will eat it." I dug out the jerky inside... Alas!"

  He is really about to be killed by these anger.

  Yan Laoer also got angry: "The mules and donkeys still eat hay, why don't they eat it! There are all of them in this barren beach. I will cut a few bundles and send them to them later, and watch them eat!"

  Yan Huaiwen asked in a deep voice: "Maybe Cui Langzhong has seen it? What are the symptoms?"

  Liang Manshan said: "The dysentery doesn't stop."

   "I'll go and have a look." Yan Er Er ran over.

  Yan Huaiwen and Liang Manshan followed closely behind.

   "Brother Cui, how are you doing?" Before the two of them arrived, the voice came first.

   "These big ones are okay. I stretched them a few times, poured licorice soup, and spit them out twice, and they basically stopped. I just need to nourish them and restore my vitality."

   "That little one..." Cui Langzhong frowned, and said, "I just threw up just now, and I have a fever."

  Yan's second son saw that the child's face was flushed, and he was curled up, as if he was very cold.

  His elder sister, Mrs. Cui, was coming over with her quilt in her arms.

   Cover the child with a straight face.

Seeing him, he couldn't help complaining: "Second brother, you judge, what kind of father and mother are you, my own son is like this, and I don't want to leave someone here to watch, the child threw it here and ran away without a trace. "

   "It's not that the adults in his family fed him badly, so the adults are fine?" Yan Er was surprised.

  Miss Cui recalled, "Hey! Don't tell me, the parents of the child are fine.

   It is probably because the child is able to eat first, and then something goes wrong. "

  Yan's second son agrees with this statement, families with spoiled children can be found everywhere.

   Not surprising at all.

   "Let's go! Let's go! Doctor, please look at my father, look at my father!"

   People kept giving way, and a man was running towards this side with an old man on his back, sweating profusely.

   Followed by a woman, holding a bundle tightly in her arms.

  Ms. Cui recognized it immediately.

   "Isn't this the child's father and mother, and the elderly in the family have eaten too much?"

  Cui Langzhong hurried over, helped the old man to lie down, looked at his face, felt his pulse, and asked the man who came over: "You also eat that river clam? Why did you bring it here?"

"Father said he was fine after eating, so he sent Xiaobao here first. The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became. I went back with my wife and saw that I couldn't get up." The man regretted it, why didn't he show it to his father Let him and Xiaobao both eat the clams.

   "My lady, bring me another bowl of licorice soup."

  Ms. Cui hurried to serve soup.

  When I was young, I brought the soup.

  Cui Langzhong asked everyone to get out of the way.

  Find out a cloth bag from nowhere, take out a long strip of cloth, wrap it around his fingers, let the man lift the old man up, and gently scratch the old man's mouth with his fingers.

  After the old man vomited, the soup said nothing could be fed.

   The man was in a hurry, the sweat beads on his forehead crackled down.

  Yan Er Er rushed forward.

   "It's already this time, let's pour it!"

   Feed it slowly with a small spoonful!

   It looks like everyone is anxious to death.

  Cui Langzhong looked at him, opened the old man's mouth, pinched his nose, and signaled him to pour it in.

  Yan's second child is unequivocal.

   Serve the bowl.

   Poured more than half of the bowl in at once, and the old man struggled.

   "Brother-in-law, hold on." Second Yan shouted.

  It was fine if he didn't shout, but Cui Langzhong let go after he almost shouted 'brother-in-law'.

  Cui Langzhong suppressed the complexities in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Continue!"

  The whole bowl of soup is poured in.

  Cui Langzhong started vomiting again.

   Repeat this three times until you see that there are no clams in the spit out juice, so you stop.

   Fortunately, the old man did not have a fever.

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