Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 195 Strict Self Strategy
After eating and resting for a while, everyone put away the dishes.

Zhang Guilan and Wang Anan boiled water and washed the pots.

Yan Conling and Yan Congguan swept the floor.

Yan Congxin wiped the table.

Everyone has their own thing to do.

As for Yan Ming, he repeatedly emphasized that he could come to Su Mo and watch them eat.

But Yan Congkuan only said two words: "Shut up!"

Yan Ming just lay down in his room with a happy face and remained silent.

He was lying down in his room recovering from his injuries, using the medicine Su Mo gave him, and his recovery speed could be described as astonishing.

After eating, Yan Congkuan did not forget that his father, who had been very irresponsible to him but now tried his best to be responsible, was still hungry.

I got some small hollow pancakes for Yan Ming and let him nibble them on his own, then went to Su Mo's room to read.

Yan Ming is very good at self-strategy.

"Hehe, Kuan'er still feels sorry for me as a father, right?"

"Haha, Kuan'er cares about me, but he's just too shy to express it, right?"

"Hoho, the cake Kuan'er brought to me with his own hands is delicious, right?"

(Author: First think about why your wife and children don’t stay in the same room as you.)
(Yan Ming: I can’t eat. If they want to eat, they will definitely leave.)
(Author: Oh? Really?)
(Yan Ming: I don’t care. I’ve already cleared my name. If you don’t let my wife and children get on the bed later, I will...)
(Author: How!)
(Yan Ming: I will commit suicide!)
(The author smiled evilly: That’s it? What you say doesn’t count! Keep working hard.)
Yan Ming really worked hard, and he started to cry out in pain.

Across the whole room, Su Mo and the others could hear Yan Ming's painful "Ouch, ouch" next door.

"Ouch, it hurts me so much. The wound seems to be about to burst."

"Oh, it hurts so much. No one cares about me. It hurts me to death."

"I haven't eaten enough, I have no energy, and I'm so hungry. What should I do?"

"Can someone get me a glass of water? I can't get up."

Seeing that talking to himself had no effect, Yan Ming simply used his trump card.

"I want to go to the hut, ah... ah ah, I can't hold it in anymore."

Yan Ming's shouts were like demonic sounds that always penetrated into Yan Congkuan's ears, disturbing him so much that he couldn't even read a book.

"Pa." Yan Congkuan clasped the book, went out angrily, and rushed into the next room.

"To shut up."

He gritted his teeth. Today's Yan Ming was like a brain convulsion, and his screams were disturbing.

Yan Congkuan was irritable and had a very bad attitude, but Yan Congkuan was very gentle with his hands.

"stand up."

He yelled impatiently, but patiently helped Yan Ming go to the toilet.

Yan Ming couldn't urinate, but his son helped him to go to the toilet, and he had to squeeze out a few drops.

Yan Congkuan narrowed his eyes, that's it?
That's it, can't you hold it in any longer?

What a liar!
If Yan Ming hadn't blocked the knife for him, he would definitely not have cared about this scumbag.

Sometimes when he sees the father with a few silver hairs on his head, Yan Congkuan feels a little pitiful for him.

Alas, for the sake of being stabbed, it’s really just for the sake of being stabbed, let’s take care of him for the time being.

It's not easy for an old man, even though he's not a thing.

Yan Congkuan took Yan Ming back to the house, put him back on the bed and continued to lie down.

"If you need anything, just call me again, but you'd better be fine, I'm very busy."

After saying that, he went to Su Mo's room to continue reading.

Strict but happy, his mouth reached behind his ears.

He whispered:
"Kuan'er has talked to me a lot and he accepts me, right?"

"I'm so happy. He talked to me for a long time. This is the first time in a long time that he has said so much to me."

He kicked his feet happily, buried his head in the pillow, hugged the pillow, and smiled foolishly.

"Hiss..." The wound hurt, but he still couldn't resist his joyful mood. …

Yan Congling asked Su Mo a lot of questions about cooking, and she kept talking happily, like a chirping little sparrow.

Yan Yi watched from the side, feeling that he understood Su Mo less and less.

A boudoir girl can always talk about cooking.

Su Mo was completely different from what was rumored.

She has an attractive quality about her.

When she talks endlessly, her whole body seems to glow, and people can't help but focus on her.

The sun is shining warmly into the house, and the sequelae of eating hot pot is feeling dry/hot all over.

At this time, it would be nice to have a big bowl of ice porridge, and the air conditioner blowing cold air would be the most comfortable thing in the world.

But it's a pity, let alone ice porridge and air conditioning, they don't even have a mat at home now.

hot.

Even taking a shower is inconvenient.

Because there are only three rooms in the house, there are no doors between the rooms, and there are no screens to block them. There is no one selling screens in the village. If anyone forgets, it would be extremely embarrassing to come out of the inner room and see someone taking a shower. .

Alas, nothing is convenient.

This further strengthened Su Mo's idea of ​​making money quickly so that he could build a big house with bricks and tiles.

After sitting together and chatting for a while, the delivery people arrived one after another.

Pots and pans, all new.

Cabinet tables and chairs, sturdy and durable.

The quilt on the bed has bright patterns.

I also bought some pieces of cloth and a set of ready-made clothes for each person.

The specific measurements of the ready-to-wear garments are provided by Swift Bird.

This guy is very good at remembering people's characteristics.

It's true, it can accurately tell your measurements when you turn around in a crowd of thousands of people.

Although the clothes are not a new style, the colors are solemn, they look clean, and the materials are quite comfortable.

Plus two pairs of shoes per person.

There are also some snacks, vegetables and fruits...

No one expected Su Mo to buy so many things, which almost shocked Wang Anan and the others' jaws.

"This...how much does this cost?" Wang Anan asked Zhang Guilan in shock.

Clothes at this time were very expensive. How could ordinary people afford them?

The clothes of children in the village are basically three years old, three years new, and three years patched.

Buying a piece of clothing is harder than eating meat.

On the way to exile, Su Mo gave everyone the coarse cloth clothes to wear, and many people were already jealous.

The quality of the clothes Su Mo buys now is obviously better than that then, and he also bought several pieces of cloth. These cloths are really hard to put down.

"It seems that Xiaomo doesn't have much money left. Let's find something to do as soon as possible. We can't let Xiaomo carry it by himself."

Wang Anan deeply agrees.

There are nine people in the family, and the only ones who can go out to work are Zhang Guilan, Wang Anan and Su Mo.

Yan Yi is a scholar, and there is no reason for a scholar to go out to work.

Even if he cannot take the imperial examination within three years, he can continue to take the examination later.

With three people supporting six people, not to mention eating meat, it is considered good to have enough food.

Besides, Su Mo is still raising the family alone, so you can imagine the pressure.

(End of this chapter)