The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

Song Fubao observed that the third brother told the story with strong logic and knew where the audience was most worried. He was a storyteller.

In today's restaurants and restaurants, there is no popular storyteller in this world. If the third brother can be the first person to eat crabs, maybe he will succeed.

However, the premise is that you have to write a script for him.

The premise is that both she and Song Youyin must be able to read and write!

Alas, the teacher has to arrange it quickly, and the house has to be arranged immediately.

By the way, new house! ! !

Song Fubao thought about it, and hurried out to the homestead again. It stands to reason that construction should have started today. Song Youbao found that Song Fubao had left, and quickly followed, "Fubao Fubao, you want to see whether it is a white radish to build a new house, fourth brother go with you!"

"Fourth brother, first look at building a new house, and then look at the white radish seedlings." Song Fubao responded, walking quickly.

Song Youyin nodded, happily bouncing around her.

"Okay, the construction of the new house started yesterday. I received the news early today that you are coming back, so everyone is waiting at home. They will definitely come later. Dad and grandpa said that the construction will be completed in two months at the earliest. And As planned before, twenty people were invited."

Two months!

too long!

Song Fubao nodded, and soon arrived at the foundation of his own house. Sure enough, twenty big men were busy, and none of them was lazy. They were all honest and reliable.

She looked at it twice before starting. The layout of the master bedroom with guards is also being laid. She should have understood what she meant and saved her a lot of worry.

After watching this, she hurried to the white radish field again, Song Youbao continued to babble, "I go to see the white radish seedlings three times a day, no one disturbed them, they are growing well, and the leaves are as big as a palm, ah It tastes pretty good after I pinched it back and fried it, so it’s not too bad.”

Song Fubao was shocked:! ! !

Pinch, pinch a handful of stir-fried vegetables!

It's still a seedling, it's not time to pinch and stir-fry.

But Grandma didn't know there was something in the field, and it was normal after cooking, so I still had to find a chance to protect the white radish leaves reasonably.

She really couldn't laugh, so she had to go to see it quickly, and she was relieved after seeing it. Only a dozen white radish leaves were pinched off. Fortunately, the loss was not big.

After looking at the half-acre of land, Song Fubao squatted down to check the roots. The radishes hadn't started to grow yet, so he had to wait.

She knew it in her mind, and walked back with Song Youbao again. When she got home again, everyone in the family had gone to the homestead to build a house.

Only Grandma Song, Yang Liuhua and Li Xiuzhi are left at home.

Seeing this, Song Youbao hurried to the homestead. Song Fubao walked in, saw a figure looming at the door of the East Wing, and trotted over, "Mother, go in and have a good rest, you can't see the wind!"

She vigorously carried her into the bed and sat down. Li Xiuzhi was tearful, hugged Song Fubao, and sobbed, "Fubao, Mommy doesn't hate you, Mommy is just too sad to take care of you. You don't blame me." Mother has been estranged from you these days, right?"

This child has been taken by her mother-in-law since she was a child, and she has not had as much contact with her as other mothers and daughters, so she has always been a little concerned.

But the mother-in-law is indeed well-raised, has more experience than her, and is in better health than her, so she is satisfied.

These days, she suffered from the pain of losing her son, her body was weak, and her heart was tired, so she didn't talk to her daughter very much. Later, she found out that she was going to the county to compete, and a half-grown girl had to run around like this. She felt distressed.

I also became more and more ashamed that I had ignored her for several days.

I really don't deserve to be a mother.

The more she thought about it, the more Li Xiuzhi burst into tears, and began to cry softly. Song Fubao patted her on the back to comfort her. To be honest, this was a little bit inappropriate. If it was a real six-year-old child, she might have psychological trauma.

But her mental age now adds up to thirty, so she really can't be hurt.

And she saw that Li Xiuzhi was in a very bad mood this time, crying at every turn, thinking too much, feeling guilty about herself, don't make it into postpartum depression.

Yes, miscarriage and confinement may also cause postpartum depression.

She was very patient, "Mother, I know you are sad, I really don't mind, and I went to the county to win 300 taels of silver, and I will give birth to younger brothers and sisters, so I don't have to worry about food and clothing, isn't it very powerful, you should I'm so happy, I laughed all the way."

Song Fubao smiled cheerfully, seeing that Li Xiuzhi was listening, he continued to add.

"And the murderer who attacked us was also caught, and I beat them up very badly. The official made the decision for us, and everything will be fine if we get justice!"

After hearing this and Song Fubao didn't seem to blame her, Li Xiuzhi felt much more at ease, so she lay down to rest, holding Song Fubao's hand and not letting go.

After she fell asleep, Song Fubao left, closed the door, and then went to the main room, where Grandma Song sat choosing vegetables.

She sat down and helped Grandma Song.

"Grandmother, isn't it too late to build the house in two months? I have a good job to make money for my third brother. I have thought about it for a long time. If I succeed, it must be the first job. I just need him to be able to read... Ah Grandma, let’s find [-] more people, add money to the carpenter, and try to complete the work in a month, okay?”