Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Opening the door, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Uncle Thirteen behind the door.

"Why did you open the door?"

After Thirteenth Uncle entered, Luo Yuan saw a middle-aged man in a rag shirt standing behind Thirteenth Uncle.

"This is?"

"This is a carpenter with relatively good craftsmanship in Murakami. Just call him Uncle Chen. He will take a look at the house first and bring materials to repair the house for you in the afternoon."

Luo Yuan nodded clearly, and looked at Uncle Thirteen gratefully, "Thank you Uncle Thirteen."

"The family doesn't speak two languages."

Luo Yuan took Uncle Chen into the house and walked around.

After reading it, Uncle Chen frowned and said the same thing as Uncle Thirteen.

"Your house has been around for too long, and it will cost at least two taels of silver to repair it."

It's not like he's talking too loudly. There are at least a dozen places in this house that need to be repaired, and many places have to be demolished and rebuilt.

Luo Hao nodded, then turned around and took out a tael of silver and handed it to him.

"Uncle Chen, we understand the rules. I will give you half of the deposit first. When do you think this house will be repaired?"

After getting the money, Uncle Chen also showed a relaxed smile, "It can be done by tomorrow afternoon."

After saying hello, Uncle Chen left, saying that he was going back to prepare materials and tools.

At this moment, the Luo family is still cooking.

Luo Jiaojiao sat on her small bench with her face propped up in a daze.

Suddenly it occurred to me that there was a small vegetable field behind my house, and I walked towards the backyard with my own legs, wondering if I could grow something to write.

The backyard is just behind the inner house, just turn around and you will be there.

When Luo Jiaojiao looked up, she found that there was an extra figure on the small vegetable field in the backyard.

That person was Luo Yan.

At this time, Luo Yan was flipping through the torn book in his hand with a serious face, and Luo Jiaojiao could vaguely see the three characters of stereotyped writing.

At this time, Luo Yan suddenly turned his head to look at Luo Jiaojiao who was standing aside.

He walked up to Luo Jiaojiao and smiled at her gently.

Gentle big hands gently placed on Luo Jiaojiao's head.

"How did you get here?"

Luo Jiaojiao reached out and touched the pages of the book in Luo Yan's hand, feeling rough.

"Brother, do you want to study?"

Luo Yan suddenly froze for a moment.

reading.

The last time I heard this was more than a month ago, what did my mother say at that time?

She said that when there is no famine next year, she will be able to send him to study at that time, and let him take the exam to make a name and honor his ancestors.

But... there will be no more...

What happened just over a month ago, why does it seem like a long time has passed in retrospect now.

Luo Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed Luo Jiaojiao's hair, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Luo Jiaojiao grinned, "Brother, my father and mother said that we can send my brother to school when we have money."

In the next second, Luo Jiaojiao was embraced by Luo Yan half kneeling on the ground.

Hot tears fell down her neck drop by drop, feeling very scorching.

Luo Jiaojiao stretched out her little hand and patted Luo Yan's back once and for all.

Now the one who hugged him and cried bitterly was not the vicious and vicious courtier in the book, but a helpless young man who had lost his parents.

It's... her brother.

It took Luo Yan a while to let go of Luo Jiaojiao, feeling ashamed in his heart.

"Jiao Jiao..."

Luo Jiaojiao reached out her small hand and touched Luo Yan's eyes, "My brother's eyes are raining."

Luo Yan's face turned slightly red.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something...

"Open the door! Luo Hao, little bastard, open the door!"

"Open the door for me! Play dead!"

A sharp female voice came.

The voice came from the front, and they could hear it in the backyard, which showed how loud they were shouting.

Luo Hao frowned, reached out to hug Luo Jiaojiao into his arms, turned and walked forward.

When they arrived, Luo Hao had already opened the doors.

The first ones standing outside the door were Mrs. Xu and Wang Guihua, and many villagers followed behind them.

Uncle Thirteen frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

Mrs. Xu narrowed her eyes and pointed at Luo Hao, "Uncle Thirteen, why are you asking us? Don't you know that these little bastards took the fish and sold it in the town? The people in the village were starving to death. Sell ​​it outside the fishway."

Luo Jiaojiao lay in Luo Yan's arms, "But you don't eat fish, don't you let others eat fish?"

Uncle Thirteen blew his beard and stared angrily, and stood in front of the children.

"The combined age of the two of you is older than the combined ages of Luo's brothers and sisters. Don't you understand the truth that Xiao Qi understands?"

"There are so many fish in the river, have they stopped you from catching fish? You can also catch fish to sell, and a lot of young, shameless and skinless people dare to come to your door?"

Mrs. Xu opened her mouth, a little lacking in confidence, but she still pulled her neck and shouted, "This... I don't care about it. Anyway, they just took things from the village to sell, so they have to share them with the villagers."

Hearing this, Luo Jiaojiao felt even more ridiculous.

She tilted her head, with a puzzled look on her face, "Brother, why don't the villagers give us anything from hunting, picking wild vegetables, and farming?"

"Okay, if you want to share it, then give half of your family's stuff to the Luo family!" Uncle Thirteen was furious.

Luo Hao slammed the door with a sullen face, "Enough!"

The entire door fell down uncontrollably, hitting the ground heavily and kicking up a cloud of dust.

But at this moment, he didn't have the time to deal with the door knocked down by his slap.

At this time, Luo Yuan rushed out directly.

He directly pulled the coat on Mrs. Xu's body and pulled it out.

"Little bastard, what are you doing!", Mrs. Xu scolded anxiously.

During this period of time, Luo Yuan ate and drank well, and his half-grown boy suddenly regained his strength.

Mrs. Xu didn't get rid of him in a daze.

Luo Yuan grinned, "I think your clothes look good, and you bought them from the village, so share half with me."

He also said with a smile, "I don't know if your old man wants you after all the old men in the village have seen you."

As soon as these words fell, Mrs. Xu was about to burst into tears.

While pulling the clothes on his body, he shouted loudly, "Wait, I don't want it anymore, can't I not want it anymore?"

"No, otherwise people will think that your mother-in-law Xu is talking like a fucking fart."

"I talk like fart, let go let go."

"That's it!" Luo Yuan let go of his hand a little regretfully.

Losing Luo Yuan's strength, Mrs. Xu fell to the ground in an instant.

Luo Yuan glanced at Wang Guihua and the women behind him, and grinned, "You want to share my clothes too?"

They backed away quickly, shaking their heads like rattles.

Looking at Luo Yuan with horror on his face.

This kid was already a fool, but after the death of the Luo family couple, Luo Yuan became even more generous.

But he didn't just talk about such a mess, he was really capable of doing it.

At this time, they all regretted that they followed Mrs. Xu to take advantage of it...

Mrs. Xu stood up from the ground, and angrily reprimanded Luo Hao, "You still don't care about your brother!"

Luo Hao said coldly, "I don't think he did anything wrong. Don't blame me for beating a woman if you say something more."

Luo Yuan hugged his chest quietly and added, "My brother doesn't hit women, but he didn't say he wouldn't hit old women!"

Luo Jiaojiao blinked her eyes.

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