MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Call... finally liberated."

Out of the restaurant, Ling Jingxuan exaggeratedly spit out a sullen gas, around the stiff neck of the activity, the decisive and comfortable days are the most lazy to help people, this only passed a few days, a short time of camouflage almost exhausted him In the past, in order to succeed in the mission, he often needed makeup penetration, lurking for several days, and never had any feeling of tiredness. Today, although the days are poor, the heart is calm and comfortable, so that he will soon forget the kind of knife. The blood is tense.

"Oh... hey, is this money really ours?"

The big buns that followed him couldn’t believe it until now. The trick is to make a food that looks like a good meal. Why did you make a full two or two silver? How many fish do they have to sell so much?

"Ok?"

Wen Yanxuan, Ling Jingxuan looked down at him, and then he smiled and said: "Yes, it’s all ours, it’s hard to earn."

It is very hard and hard to pretend to be Sven.

"really?"

Even if he has been confirmed by him, Ling Wen is still clinging to the silver horns and asking him constantly. He is savvy and precocious on weekdays. He finally shows the appearance of a five-year-old child. Ling Jingxuan’s eyes are in line with him. Ping, one word and one sentence: "Really, it is ours."

"Wow...oh...hey..."

However, in the next second, Ling Wen actually wowed the money and threw it into his arms. Lingwu, who was next to him, couldn’t help but squint, a pair of people crying and crying, the passers-by did not stop and looked strangely. With them, Ling Jingxuan was dumbfounded when he was crying. When he was half-sounding, he turned back and patted him. He said, "Okay, I’ll say you, man, husband, 咋Cried when you cried? Hey, don’t cry, you’re all hurting.”

He asked himself to be countless people. Whoever is good or bad can basically see a seven-eight-eight-eighth, but... At this moment, he really can’t understand his cognac and make money. Good thing, shouldn't you be happy with his personality like money? Hey, crying?

"Brother, don't you cry, see you cry, I want to cry..."

Ling Wu snorted and smothered his thin arms and held them. The tears were spinning in the eyelids, and it was possible to break the **** at any time.

"Oh... well, I don't cry, Xiaowu doesn't cry."

Ling Wen, who was crying, miraculously heard the choking voice of his younger brother. He was from the elder brother. He wanted to give his brother an example. He hurriedly quit Ling Jingxuan’s arms, raised his hands and wiped away the tears on his face, and did not forget to pull the clothes. The corner wiped Ling Wu’s face. Ling Jingxuan, who saw this scene, couldn’t help but feel sad. The child’s sensibleness seemed to be a bad injury. He had to find a way to restore the innocent and lively life of the five-year-old child.

"Well, my brother doesn't cry either."

Ling Wu nodded sensiblely, and the hard-boiled life would force the tears to come back.

Ling Wen carefully put the two silver horns into the dilapidated money bag, took Lingwu's hand and looked up at Ling Jingxuan: "Hey, I am happy, my family finally has money."

The big, rounded eyes said that they were wet again. He had never seen such a lot of money since he was so big. I remembered that they had eaten up a few days ago and didn’t have a meal. I couldn’t help but cry when I was excited. .

Only two or two silvers have money?

Ling Jingxuan really wants to vomit, but he can't say anything, because he also remembers those past events that are unbearable. Although it is caused by the original owner, he has nothing to do with him. He is distressed by the two children.

"A fool, just didn't you hear what you said with the shopkeeper? Minger, they still want jam, and it is a hundred cans. After that, our family will only have more money. When this business is done, I will I am going to go to the private school, and I still hope that you will come back to the show."

Separate their hands, Ling Jingxuan said while walking, he has no big ambitions at present, just want to work hard to make money, let the two buns live a better life, no longer have to be hungry and poor, no need to be bullied casually, as for Later... I thought of the man who was injured in the family. Junxiu’s eyebrows were awkward and wrinkled. If you take a step, it’s a step. Who can judge the future? As long as others don’t take the initiative, he’s too lazy. I have to worry about irrelevant people.

"Then we don't have one hundred and two silvers?! Hehe..."

Wen Yan, Ling Wen could not help but exclaimed, then thought of them on the street, and quickly grabbed his mouth, but his big eyes were full of surprises and unbelievable, one hundred and two silver, he used to think Don't even think about it!

"Hey, do we really have money?"

Ling Wu looked up, and the long and dense eyelashes swayed up and down. The little model didn't mention how cute it was. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly: "Well, but we have to buy a hundred cans later, go to the mountains to pick wild fruits. You can make a hundred cans of jams overnight."

Was they not present when he talked to the shopkeeper before? What is the look of ignorance?

What Ling Jingxuan didn't know was that when he said that a jar of jam was a silver or two, the two buns were dumbfounded. They didn't pay attention to what he said later. Then, even if they listened, they could not understand it all. Are they savvy and precocious? Are they only five years old? How can it really be an adult?

"Then let's go to the pharmacy and take the medicine to the uncle."

Ling Wenyi listened, the footsteps were decisive, and Ling Wu also happily kept up with him. The two buns pulled Ling Jingxuan one by one, almost dragging him away: "I said you slow down? Don't worry about this moment."

Ling Jingxuan is helpless and funny, bear child, and lived when he heard the money.

"How can you make money without rushing? Hey, hurry up!"

"Hey, come and chase us, fast..."

"Good..."

The father and the son completely ignored the crowd, and they chased after the laughter on Qingshi Road, and sprinkled countless laughter along the way.