Chapter 247 Fan Zhaodi wants to go back
Fan Qian walked in with his hands behind his back and his shoulders drooping.
He also felt that his mother was making things difficult for him.
In the past, when it was not a disaster year, his parents could sell their fields to make a living. But when he encountered a flood and was about to run out of food, his mother still refused to sell!
Isn't this making things difficult for him?
He looked at the concerned eyes of the people in the room, sighed and said, "The old village chief asked to sell rabbits, and we will set off early tomorrow."
The villagers still have rabbits to sell. Delivering goods to Mr. Bai made a full four or five taels, while his family only made one tael, which was better than their own life.
Fan Dazhu complained, "If only we had raised rabbits!"
He then complained and looked at his mother and grandmother.
At the beginning, the two of them were cunning and exchanged old hens for the newly hatched rabbits, but Second Aunt picked all male rabbits, so they had no choice but to send them back.
Otherwise, his family could sell rabbits to buy food now.
Sun Jinhua cursed: "It's Hu Shuiqing who pitted us!"
Besides, they honestly wanted to be exchanged later, but they were poisoned.
With such a weak body, Zhaodi was the only one to serve the whole family, how could he have time to cut grass and feed rabbits!
"It's also because you are lazy and don't want to work. If you are willing to go out to cut grass, we can also feed rabbits."
Fan Dazhu and the other four hummed and didn't say anything.
At that time, there was food to eat, who would be willing to work more?
Wouldn't it be comfortable to play?
And raising rabbits is not only about cutting grass, but also washing and drying, cleaning the rabbit nest, and watching when the rabbits are born... There are so many things to do, almost no rest, how can they men do these trivial things.
The family complains about me and I complain about you, anyway, it's someone else's fault, and I'm not at fault at all.
The work that was not done in the past was also forced and there was no way.
Fan Qian's head hurt from the noise, and he shouted angrily: "Enough!
Stop arguing, I will go to the city tomorrow to find a way to meet Brother Damu, he has been staying in our house for so long, I will tell him that he will definitely help us."
"Dad, Damu has sold himself as a slave, what can he do?" Fan Sizhu really didn't trust Fan Damu.
Fan Erzhu disagreed: "Even if Damu sold himself as a slave, he is still a servant of the county magistrate's family! Do you think he is from the second uncle's family?"
Also a servant, County Magistrate Wu is also an official, and he eats and drinks well behind the officials.
On the other hand, those people in the second uncle's family are afraid that they can only have watery soup for every meal, and they just don't starve to death, how can they compare with Damu.
Fan Qian thought so too.
Fan's mother winked at her eldest son, walked aside and said: "Ask how much silver Zhaodi can be sold for."
Fan Qian opened his mouth, "Mom, Zhaodi is only eight years old!"
How many taels can an eight-year-old sell for? Moreover, the mentality of his own daughters is different from that of the two girls when they were sold.
It’s okay if the money is high, but is it really worth the bad reputation of selling daughters if the money is low?
“Eight years old can do a lot of work! I heard that those wealthy families buy people from a young age to learn the rules, and it is at this age that they can be sold to a good family.” Fan’s mother raised her drooping eyelids and said coldly.
Fan Qian hesitated when he heard that he could be sold to a good family.
Selling to a wealthy family will not be a loss for Zhaodi. While enjoying the good life, he can also help the family, so he doesn’t have to sell the land.
He doesn’t mind selling the land, but he doesn’t want to sell it to the second family!
But now in the village, except for the second family, other families will not buy it.
If Zhaodi enters a wealthy family as a maid, she may be able to find a way to make money for her four brothers in the future. If she catches the eye of a noble, it is not impossible for her four brothers to rise to prominence...
"But, Zhaodi is dark, thin and short. Can wealthy families be interested in her?"
Are wealthy families also picky?
"Are you stupid? If Zhaodi is good-looking, does she need to ask Da Mu for help?
Aren't you looking for him just to marry into the county magistrate's family? I heard from my eldest sister-in-law that the county magistrate Wu has two legitimate sons, named Guangzongyaozu, who are not very old. If Zhaodi can control one of them, you will become the county magistrate's relative in the future!"
Fan Qian's brows were still frowned when he heard the previous sentence until the last sentence.
The county magistrate's relative, this was something he would never dare to dream of in the past.
Now after hearing what his mother said, it seems that it is not impossible.
"Okay, mother, I will go to Brother Da Mu for help tomorrow!"
The second brother said before that Zhaodi's leg injury would be almost healed in two months. Now it's almost two months, and Zhaodi may be sent back at any time.
The whole family can only eat half full now, can they survive with another mouth?
A tree moving dead will live, maybe Zhaodi will be grateful for his decision today in the future!
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Fan Zhaodi has been a little worried recently.
She came to the second aunt's house in June, and now it's early August. Even if she uses the excuse of leg injury, it's almost healed.
Although she doesn't want to go back, she should forgive it. She can't just rely on the good people in the second aunt's family to stay here with a thick face.
"You want to go back?" Shuiqing asked in surprise, looking at the shy little girl in front of her who had grown flesh on her cheeks and was a little taller.
From coming here with rags and dirty clothes full of scars, to now wearing floral clothes and clean, in just two months, the little girl has changed a lot.
She always felt that the little girl liked staying at her house - although there was indeed more work to do at home and she was busy like a top every day without a break, Zhaodi was always very happy.
She had always thought that as long as Fan Qian's grandson Jinhua didn't come to pick her up, the little girl wouldn't go back to suffer.
She never thought that she would take the initiative to ask to go back.
Fan Zhaodi hummed sullenly, "I, I should go back too."
If she didn't go back, she was afraid that her parents would come to make trouble again.
And even if her second uncle and second aunt raised her well, her parents would not be grateful to them. They would only think why not raise her four brothers together? What's the point of raising only a niece like her.
Shuiqing understood.
It's 'should' go back, not want to go back.
She looked at Fan Jin who was silent beside her and sighed: "Okay, you and Yan Qiuxing go back to Jianghehu and make a secret agreement with them. If you are hungry in the future, let them bring you some food."
It's a pity to lose the little meat that the little girl has raised with great difficulty.
"Okay, don't worry, second aunt, I will find my elder sister and second sister when I am hungry." Fan Zhaodi's nose was sour, and she held it back.
She would not come to them to ask for food. She knew the temperaments of her parents and brothers. Once they found out that her uncle and aunt cared about her, they would use this to bully them.
In fact, her brothers had come to her before and asked her to secretly take food out for them. They also knew that her leg injury had healed and she could work, so she wanted to go back.
Shuiqing glanced at Fan Jin again, and seeing that he still did not express anything, she could only stand up and say, "Auntie will pack two sets of clothes for you."