The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 592 Make Your Conditions
Tong Tiehu's tone was commanding, he was not discussing, he was giving an order directly.

Mrs. Zhang was leaning on the pillow weakly at first, but when she heard the words, she suddenly regained her spirits, "What does the matter of the second daughter-in-law have to do with me? I didn't instruct her to sell the prescription!"

"Then how long do you want to be sick?" Tong Tiehu asked.

Hearing this, Ms. Zhang rolled her eyes and leaned back on the pillow, "Anyway, my life and death have nothing to do with Qiao Xiaomai, and it's not her turn to serve me, so it doesn't matter if I'm sick all the time. What's the matter with her."

Hearing this, Tong Tiehu sneered, "So you plan to stay sick forever?"

"At the moment, I want to be sick."

In fact, she didn't want to be "sick" like this at all in her heart, the strange smell in the house has been lingering, and she ate, drank and lazed in this small broken room.

And he had to take medicine every now and then, and his usual diet had to be light.

Last night's stewed meat and this morning's Buddha jumping over the wall, she can only drink half a bowl of it, only half a bowl!
She obviously wanted to go crazy thinking about big fish and meat in her mouth, but in order to pretend to be sick, she couldn't eat it, no matter what Qiao Maimai did, she could only taste it symbolically.

Is it easy for her to pretend to be sick like this?
not easy!
It's a torture, a huge torture.

After suffering for so many days, she didn't get any real benefits.

If she recovered from her illness without reaping any benefits, wouldn't the torture she has suffered these days be in vain?

Not in vain.

She is not well yet.

"Tell me, put forward your conditions, what kind of conditions do you want to separate the family." Tong Tiehu asked calmly, Zhang's reaction was within his expectation.

"condition?"

"Yes, the condition, you put it up first, and see if I can accept it." Tong Tiehu said.

Zhang's eyeballs rolled immediately.

If we talk about the original intention of pretending to be sick, the reason is very simple: I don't want to work in the fields and suffer torture.

At that time, her thoughts were really simple, she just didn't want to work in the fields, and wanted to go back to the old days.

But now, this idea is a little behind.

The Buddha Tiaoqiang made by Qiao Mai's stewed meat was so delicious, it was so delicious that she wanted to swallow it with her tongue.

Moreover, he sold some toffee recipe as soon as he made a move, and he got 50 taels of silver again.

Qiao Mai is not a human being, this is a gold mine that makes people reluctant to leave.

"Let her teach me a recipe that can make money." Mrs. Zhang said, "It's not the kind of maltose bean sprouts that can only earn a few copper coins a day, at least a profit of more than five hundred coins a day."

She has seen Qiao Xiaomai's behavior of pocketing dozens of taels of silver as soon as she makes a move, so the current family business really doesn't catch her eyes.

Five hundred wen a day, only 15 taels of silver a month.

After thinking about it, she continued, "One tael, the daily profit should be at least one tael, the more the better."

One tael a day, only 30 taels a month.

Tong Tiehu looked calm and asked, "Is there any more?"

"Filial piety is indispensable during festivals, and monthly filial money is also indispensable. Just like the Qiao family, the Qiao family brothers also give 20 Wen filial money every month. Saburo can hunt, and the wheat is good at crafting. , this couple can earn more money than the other, and the monthly filial money, um... just [-] taels of silver."

After saying this, fearing that Tong Tiehu would think that he didn't know what to do, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly explained, "Sanlang went out to hunt, and he could earn two acres of top-quality land in one day, and he could get back one month's filial piety money in one day, which is not a lot. "

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