Chapter 8: What are you doing again? Salt is very expensive!

"It’s delicious, hey, if you have fish every day, you’ll be fine.

Holding a small belly with a bulging bulge, the little buns licked his mouth and satisfied his face. Ling Jingxuan touched his head and said: "I don't want to eat it. It's not easy to see it."
"Well... I still don't want it, I am afraid of it..."
Halfway through, the smile on the face of the little buns disappeared, and the small mouth that was raised high was able to hang the oil pot. It was obviously an unpleasant thing, and the big buns on the opposite side also slammed the face seriously: "We don't eat fish, don't catch fish anymore."
I am afraid that if I am not afraid of 10,000, I will not be able to live, but they all like him now and do not want to lose him.
"Oh... I don’t catch it, can you use it to go to the net? Is it OK? I can see it today. There are a lot of big fish in the bottom of the Yuehuagou. I want to change my baby’s milk and ask them to buy one. Small fishing nets, maybe we can also go out and sell the money."
After cooking at night, Ling Jingxuan finally figured out the temperament of the big steamed buns. As long as he offered a magic weapon to make money, he would never object again.
"Really?!"
Sure enough, when I heard that I could make money, the big bun eyes were straight, and the excited blushing face, Ling Jingxuan helplessly sighed and nodded in anticipation of his excited eyes. The natural appetite of human beings could not meet the money. Temptation, hehe... his family's steamed buns seem a bit too... that's it.
"Too good, so we can make a lot of money. In the winter, we might ask someone to help us get the roof, and we won't leak any more in the future."
The big buns are full of red light, and the plans for excitement are all in the shape of copper coins. Ling Jingxuan is funny and can't help but wonder what is good? Did you just finish the roof and finish it?
"But hey, are you sure that there will be no danger?"
When the look is full, the big buns don’t worry, the money is important, and the life is more important.
"Well, no, I will be drowning."
The heart was warm, Ling Jingxuan smiled and nodded, and the thatched room was a thatched house. Who would let his son’s son rarely put his safety in front of the money? After making big money, I will give him a manor directly.
"That's good. When Minger's milk came over, I asked her to help me make a big bamboo stick. The fishing net is still waiting for you to make money and buy it."
Wen Yan, the little guy finally rest assured, Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly: "Well, you are the master, you have the final say, the sky is getting dark, let's pack up and go to bed early."
There is no lamp oil in the house, and the temper of the big bun, even if there is no possibility to let him point, simply he is too lazy to ask, this is really a little tired, go to bed early.
"Ok."
The two buns helped to collect the chopsticks. Ling Jingxuan repeatedly washed a broken tub with the scorn of the big steamed bun, and went to the room to find a clean cotton cloth. A bowl of water rested on the small bench. I took the salt shaker on the cooktop and touched the salt with my fingers, indicating that the little steamed buns opened my mouth. When he was ready to send the salted hand into his mouth, the accident happened again.
"Hey, what are you doing? Salt is very expensive!"
I wondered that the big buns who had watched for a long time rushed through the salt cans, and stared at him with a big eyes. Really, he started to waste if he didn’t pay attention.
"amount……"
Ling Jingxuan’s brain was black, and his mouth couldn’t resist all kinds of pumping. The little buns looked back and forth, snickered and smirked, and he was so good that he saw his brother’s fire for the first time.
If Ling Jingxuan knows the thoughts in the little buns, is it estimated that he will be mad at himself? This is awesome, is it really a real version of the potholes?
"Cough... I want to use salt to wash your teeth. If you eat something, don't wash your teeth, there will be bacteria in your mouth, your teeth will grow, and you don't want toothache?"
After the father and son were half-sounding, Ling Jingxuan coughed twice, explaining as much as possible in a concise way. He could make it all right. He couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to have two buns full of bad teeth one day.
"But you can't use salt, how expensive salt is, and there is a little salt left in the house."
The big steamed buns blushing, still unwilling to compromise, Ling Jingxuan pulled him seriously and said: "Do you say that it is expensive to ask the doctor to see a doctor or salt? In case you have a bad mouth, your teeth are broken, please ask the doctor to see you. Is it expensive? Also, isn't it ready to fish and sell money? If you make money, you can't buy salt? And you have read a lot of books before, or are you a child. Oh, we can go to the mountains to find some herbs. What is dried up to sell, isn't it money? It's a man-made, and there are many ways to make money. Before that, we must have a good body. Everything from the mouth, you feel that the hygiene of the mouth can be used with a little salt. Just ignore it?"
If even a five-year-old little buns can't make it, then Ling Jingxuan is really alive. This is not, the big buns are hesitant and decisive. Although they still have a sore face, the hand holding the salt jar is loose.
Upon seeing it, Ling Jingxuan tentatively took the salt can, and smashed him with a cut-like appearance. Ling Jingxuan’s various helplessness can only be pretended not to be seen. Even before, it is not only oral hygiene, but also other. Health, he also wants them to carry on to the end, no matter how good the quality of life is not healthy, he will never give in.
In the end, after defeating countless times, Ling Jingxuan finally won a small victory, although this victory is really not easy.