Chapter 50: Younger brother

"I deliberately dressed like this?" An Xiaojiu sneered, shook his head, and said to Xiao Shi very calmly, "At the county master, you sold me and my sister to Hualou. It was the county master who pity us. Spend money to redeem us back. In front of the county master, you also agreed that as long as I give you thirty words a month, you agreed with me and my sister to stand on their own. What are you doing now? Just to see what we earn Is it money? "
"Xiao Jiu, how can you say mother like that?" Xiao said bitterly.
An Xiaojiu dropped his eyelids, turned around and took the money jar from Rong An, handed it to Xiaoshi, and said plainly, "This money is for you, don't you bother our sisters again, okay?"
"You!" Although Xiao's eyes were hot, but at this time, how dare he take the money in the eyes of everyone?
If she took it, she would still be scolded to death?
"Oh!"
It was the sound of a knee throb on the ground.
An Xiaojiu knelt straight towards Xiao's, and stunned his head with another face as if to death, then raised his face and begged with tears in his face and begged: "Please, let us have a way of life. What on earth can we do? Let me and my sister live well, please give me a good word. "
acting?
Who can't.
Although filial piety was valued in this era, it also sympathized with the weak.
In any case, it was an indisputable fact that Xiao had sold their sisters.
In any case, the facts cannot be erased.
An Xiaojiu knelt, these red bloodshot eyes, this begging sentence, completely pulled the sympathy scales over.
Who doesn't have a steelyard yet?
"It's so delicious." Suddenly, a little boy's voice came.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a boy in his twenties, stretched out his hand, grabbed the scoop on the stall and ate it.
Someone could not help but scolded: "Which child is this? Why is it so rude?"
"This is what my sister sells, it's mine. Do you care?" The little boy marched arrogantly at the man.
When I finished, I ran to Xiao's face and glanced, "Hey? Mother, what's the second sister? Annoying you?"
"No, no ..." Xiao Shi looked at the sudden appearance of his younger son, An Shisan, and a sudden anxiety appeared in his heart.
An Shisan stepped forward and kicked An Xiaojiu, "Hey, what have you done?"
"thirteen!"
Xiao shouted anxiously, "This is the second sister, what are you doing?"
"Mother, what are you talking about, aren't you saying that, are they two of my girls?" An Shisan grumbled at Xiao Shi's stern words.
Everyone heard an uproar.
"Looking at her little son knows how her two daughters are treated at home."
"That is, I was almost deceived by Shaw."
"In the end, my daughter, how can you do that?"
An Shisan's words thoroughly angered people.
Although people are like wall grass, they always change, but when they really sympathize with a person, they will still act.
No, there are several aunts who came forward and blasted Xiao and Anshisan away.
Someone lifted up An Xiaojiu and comforted him: "... in the end, it's your mother-in-law, so don't forget too much."
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An Xiaojiu gave a slight hum.
As for whether she heard it, it was her own business.
Soon, the business continued again.
The sales were fast, and it was not until late afternoon that the guests came one by one occasionally.
Tea eggs have long been sold out, and lo-mei has also been sold out. Some blood sausages have a little left, but not much.
Even the cloth business in the shop is much better today.
An Xiaojiu sent the sewn purse and ragdoll to the store early in the morning and asked the boss to sell it.
"This business is really lively today." Boss Peng sat in a chair with a smile and said to Rong Jing, "The previous talk was void, but you don't need to give me money. You set up a stall at my door, and it also drives you. My business is mutually beneficial, but I can't talk about money anymore. "
Before Pengzhuang did not want to collect money, but Na Rongjing insisted. Peng Zhuang also knew that Rong Jing's temperament was not forced, but now it is different.
They usually sell a few pieces of cloth on weekdays. Today, because of the stalls at the door and those puppets, they are almost forty pieces.
Even if there are not so many in the future, they will be sold more than before.
Mutual benefit, how can you collect money?
Rong Jing glanced at Uncle Rong. After seeing the other person nodded, he also said to Peng Zhuang, "It is still bothering you. The firewood or something in this kitchen is worth money."
"Even if you don't say it, I have to collect the money, ha ha ha." Peng Zhuang pursued the new brother to settle accounts.
And looking at it this day, I also know that the two little girls are also strong.
If you do n’t want the money yourself, it will make people feel that they are indebted to them.
"The firewood is still messy. Give me a total of twenty pennies. That's a lot, you can't add more." Pengzhuang said with a laugh.
Those burned firewood did not have twenty words.
An Xiaojiu laughed, took out twenty articles, and passed them.
"Pengzhuang, do me a favor. We'll still sell it tomorrow. Can you help buy some noodles tonight or something?"
Rong Jing asked.
If they wait until tomorrow to buy it, it will be a bit delayed.
But don't buy it, and they don't have that much food in their homes.
"This is easy." Peng Zhuang said with a smile, then watched the accountant stood at the door, waved his hand, and let the accountant come in. At the same time, he said to An Xiaojiu, "Let's calculate your purse money first, don't Go back and count the money yourself. "
"it is good."
The account room said solemnly: "Little Nine Girls’ purses sell for five pennies, twenty dolls big and ten pennies. They are all sold. There are forty-six wallets and big dolls. Three, 16 small rag dolls, a total of 450 pieces. According to the convention, our shop takes 10% of the consignment fee, which is 45 pieces. This is the remaining 405 pieces. "
An Xiaojiu took the money, and handed the remaining five essays to the account room, and took out the remaining blood sausage two sections, "Uncle Lin has worked hard today, and the second brother, this blood sausage is ours. Take it for a taste. "
Lin Qing, is the name of the account room. The second child of the cloth shop was his second son, so the second child called.
Lin Tsang gave a glance at Pengzhuang, and Pengzhuang said with a smile: "Hold your hardships. You paid hard. What dare you not."
"Thank you, girl." Lin's account was a little happy.
Although there are not many articles, blood sausage is not worth a few dollars.
But who wouldn't take the extra money?
Not to mention that An Xiaojiu also knows that he has no money, and if he can give it to him, he knows that he can do business.