The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family Chapter 178

  Yan Yu remembers that she assigned Xiang Jianzi 100 work points.

  The children are willing to pay their own labor and exchange thoughtful gifts for their families. This is really great and worth supporting.

  But for picking stones, she really couldn't give a high score.

  Yan Yu thought for a while, and said: "Picking stones for 4 minutes a day, it will take a long time for you to accumulate enough fragrant pancakes."

  Four irons and five irons were very happy. Before coming, the two little brothers were thinking about it, and Yan Xiaoer only gave two or three points, and the three points were dead.

  Yan's family can do it by themselves, and it's faster with their help.

  And they can only pick stones, they can't do other work.

   "Let's save up slowly, there is no rush." ​​Four Railways.

  Wu Tietong said in a childlike manner, but actually told the truth: "Sweet pancakes are so expensive, and it takes a lot of work to make it enough."

  Yan Yu: As long as you know.

  If it weren't for the fact that this job of picking stones didn't last long, she wouldn't disturb her own point value pricing by saying anything.

   There are two more helpers in Yan's family, and they work very hard.

  Yan Yu made an agreement with them, today is only half a day, 2 points for one person, 4 points for two people.

  Both children said they understood.

  The Luo family's field is not far away, and there are people working in the field, so seeing the two little ones coming here doesn't mean anything.

  Yan Yu acquiesced to their informed consent.

   Employing child labor again, Yan Yu expressed no pressure.

   Calculate carefully, she has lost a lot, okay?

  Yan Huaiwen had a moment of free time after lunch.

  Pour some water into the inkstone and grind it finely.

  Take out the notebook he carried with him.

   laid out.

   Write down:

  First arrived at Huju.

  Tianyou sent each other secretly with a ponytail as a pen.

  Pen light…

  Yan Huaiwen was a little annoyed, he shouldn't have dropped the word for a while, but instead lost his poise.

  But since it has been written, it has to be completed.

  The word "falling down" with a silver hook painted on iron is heavy.

  The clear breeze blows over the paper, and the ink dries up little by little, no longer the color when the ink fell.

   Just like his mood, it changed again, and he felt that it was very good to write it down like this.

   After packing up the notebook, Liang Manshan hurried over from the city.

   "Brother Huaiwen, just now Master Tian asked whether the youngest of the two of you and I intends to go to the city to attach a school."

  Yan Huaiwen raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked, "Affiliated school?"

   "Yes, it is the county school of our Huju." Liang Manshan never thought that in Leshan Prefecture, he, a boy, was not eligible to enter the county school, but when he arrived in Huju, his son could go to the county school before him.

   "Master Tian said that there are not many students in Huju, and there is a temporary vacancy for teaching, and he will take over. If Xiang Henghe Fengnian wants to study, you can come and listen.

   If you and I have free time, we can also go to the county to learn. "

  Yan Huaiwen understood.

   I'm afraid it's the latter that matters.

   Want them to help replace the class?

   "How about the mountain?" Yan Huaiwen asked.

   "Fengnian doesn't have enough knowledge, but it's good to go to the county school to learn more." Liang Manshan told the truth.

  Yan Huaiwen has some concerns.

  If you come to Hujucheng to study, it is too hard to go back and forth, and it is easy to get distracted.

   It is impossible to rent in the city.

  As far as he knows, Mr. Tian is one of the few officials who stayed in office for more than three years after being sent to Guanzhou by the imperial court.

   His ancestral home is Jiaozhou, and he was born as a Jinshi.

  The post of interim teaching is more than sufficient.

   "I'll discuss this matter when I get home." Yan Huaiwen said.

  Liang Manshan didn't say anything more, he also thought of what Yan Huaiwen thought of.

   I'm afraid I have to find a place to live in Huju City, and it's not easy to take the child to the Yamen for resettlement.

  Yan's second son brought back 10,000 red bricks.

  Originally there were not so many bricks, but the one who ordered the bricks seemed to be that the construction of the house was not going well, the construction period was delayed, and so many bricks were not used for the time being, and only half of them were taken away.

  Yan Yu is happy when she sees red bricks.

  Out of the ten thousand yuan, it is no problem to sell another five thousand, and the rest will be reserved for Uncle Qi, who can start work at any time.

   "There are better things." Yan Laoer was beaming: "The brick factory also ordered three hundred catties of charcoal from me, saying that it will be sold by him."

   "Haha!" Yan Yu reacted extremely quickly. "The price you gave is low, because you want to make a difference."

  Yan's second son also knew that was the case.

   "I earn the price difference for bricks, and he earns the price difference for charcoal. Hehe, don't say it, it's quite interesting."

  He put a low price on the brick factory, thinking of this possibility.

  Businessmen are very sensitive to things that can make money.

   "Let's go while it's early in the morning, let's go to the field for a meeting." Yan Er Er was about to leave.

  Yan Yu said: "Father! We're done ahead of schedule, are you hurrying? What a surprise!"

  Yan's second child: …

  He thought of a possibility, frowned and asked, "Your mother has also done it? How dare she bend over and pout her butt."

  Yan Yu glanced at his mother behind him, and smiled unkindly.

  Li Xuemei subconsciously looked to the side.

   Fortunately, Yan's second son's voice is not loud, so no one should hear him.

   "Speak up, and say it again." She walked over a few steps, and pinched the soft flesh on Yan Laoer's waist.

  Yan's second son ouched, turned his head, and saw his dear daughter-in-law.

   "Hey! Well, daughter-in-law, I ordered 300 catties of charcoal, and I can earn 8 cents.

   Li Xuemei stared at him, interrupting, interrupting again.

"Daughter-in-law, don't I care about you? You said how can you fix your waist? We can't ignore your health. You have read medical books now, so you can be regarded as a half-and-half who understands medicine. It's really true that you are pregnant in October. No matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful, don't care what outsiders think, just do some light work, and protect yourself by all means."

   Rather than saying that Yan Laoer valued the child in Li Xuemei's womb, it would be better to say that he valued Li Xuemei herself.

  The matter of the child actually has nothing to do with him...

   It's okay to say that there is a relationship, anyway, he accepts it well, look at his wife, look at himself, they are all young themselves, and the children born can look like any of them, but they can't be like others.

   Cubs, whoever raises them belongs to them.

  His second son, Yan, has the confidence to give him a cub, and give him a real father.

  Speaking far away, I am mainly worried about medical problems.

   Avoid accidents as much as possible.

  Do not seek merit but seek no fault.

   Just be safe.

  Li Xuemei can't stand him like this the most. He treats her well and treats her well. People who are tired of him feel sweet in their hearts.

   whispered: "I didn't do anything, it was all the children's work."

   "Father, it is our work points that attract child labor..." Yan Yu laughed.

  At the beginning, there were only four irons and five irons, but when other children heard the letter, they also ran over.

  Yan Yu has no choice but to treat everyone equally.

   A large group of children squatted on the ground of her house picking stones. The scene was very spectacular.

   "The fragrant soap should be able to sell for a high price, but the ones we have in stock now..."

  Yan Lao Er can't describe it in a single word. The last batch of fragrant pancakes was made by his eldest nephew, and they have a unique shape.

   "Let's make another batch, I'll take it to the store and ask."

Chapter end