The Big Farmer of Time Traveling

Hearing Uncle Lin's words, Old Man Lin frowned. He knew what Uncle Lin was thinking, but he felt that the third son's study was not of much benefit, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

"Fifth Uncle, to go to school, you have to pay five taels of silver a year just for Shu Xiu, as well as pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and books. How can we have any money in our family?" Seeing that Old Man Lin didn't speak, the youngest Lin quickly stood up. Crying poor, he couldn't believe that the clan elders could still argue with him as the youngest son.

Although it is difficult for an upright official to break up family affairs, the elders of the clan did not waver in the face of Lin's crying.

"Youngest, our family has planted so much land, and Ah has raised so many animals, how can there be no money in the family." After Lin Chengzu finished speaking, he lowered his head. His expression just now was very aggrieved, and all the clan elders could see clearly.

Seeing this, Fourth Uncle Lin snorted coldly: "Poor? Ten acres of paddy fields and five acres of dry fields are also called poor? Could it be that we really think that we are too old to remember things!"

Seeing this, Lin Xiazhi curled his lips and said in a low voice: "How can there be no money, uncle has several silver hairpins on his head, and recently I often see uncle bringing roast chicken back to add vegetables, and the furniture in the new house here is also It's all new, and everything is good wood."

Although Lin Xiazhi's voice was low, the people next to him could hear it.

The village names whispered at the door, the old Lin's family was considered a wealthy family in Linjia Village, so they were ashamed to cry about being poor.

"What are you talking about!" Youngest Lin glared at him viciously. This money-loser talks so much. I knew that he would have drowned him in the toilet when he was born.

Lin Xiazhi shrank his shoulders in fright at the youngest Lin's eyes, with a frightened expression on his face, and Lin Chengzong, who was hugged by him, cried and hiccupped.

People sympathize with the weak. Seeing Lin Erfang like this, the villagers who came over turned their hearts towards Erfang, and tried to persuade him: "Uncle Third, don't scare the children."

I can't understand how partial this family's father is, so he directly said unceremoniously: "I have seen four or five kinds of hairpins on your eldest son Fu Lang's hair, and there may be four or five kinds of hairpins that I haven't seen. After all, it’s more than five taels of silver, let’s take a look at Xiu Fulang’s head, it’s a thick wooden hairpin, the workmanship is probably carved by Huzi himself.”

After saying this, everyone looked at the two of them. Li Xiu was extremely embarrassed and rubbed the hem of her clothes at a loss, but Liu Chunhua exploded in anger.

"The first room is the first room, and the second room is the second room. Could it be that the second room is still thinking about the money of the first room?" Liu Chunhua said eccentrically.

"Oh, what you said, who knows if the money you paid for the hairpin was the hard-earned money of the second house. It's not fair for the old man to be in charge of the house, and it's the children below who suffer." Fu Lang, who was at odds with Liu Chunhua, also interrupted him.

"It's been so many years, I have hardly seen Quanfu kid go to the field to make goods, and I have never found a real businessman. He wanders around the hills all day long, strolls in that village, and can pick up some meat dishes from the county town from time to time. I haven't seen the third brother-in-law. Lang said to him." The one who didn't like the youngest Lin also spoke up, "There is no man in our farm who can't go down to do farm work, that is my son who works as a boat accountant in the county town. He knows how to ask for leave to help the family It's autumn harvest."

"My sons who crawled out of my own belly, I can treat them as I want, and I want you to take care of them." The youngest Lin was so angry that he wanted to scratch the faces of these youngest sons who chewed their tongues, Fu Lang.

It can be seen that the youngest Lin and Liu Chunhua's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are not very popular in Linjia Village. They say one sentence, and others reply them ten sentences, but no one is willing to speak for them.