Poison doctor Niangzi Shanlihan

Chapter 405 Zhao Changlu's Last Thing
Lin Xiaofu gave out a lot of reasons, and said them casually.

Zhao Changlu was so angry that his hand holding the cane tightened, and he almost beat the cunning little daughter-in-law with his own hands.

"It's too late for him to get sick, the wheat is about to be harvested, and now I'm sick too, and his elder brother is looking after the tea stand, Zifu is still young and doesn't work hard, and he has to go to school, but what should I do. "

Zhao Changlu sighed, very worried.

"It's really worrying." Lin Xiaofu glanced at Zhao Changlu with a sympathetic expression, but suggested, "But I have a way to make a compromise."

"My husband can't go down the fields or go up the mountains, but it's okay to walk on flat ground. Why don't you let him visit the tea stalls for a few days, and then come back to harvest the wheat without delay, wouldn't it be a good idea?"

Seeing Zhao Changlu's complexion suddenly darkened, Lin Xiaofu made another cut.

"Don't worry, father-in-law. Although my husband doesn't study much, he still can't make mistakes in collecting money for accounts. I also read a few books with my father when I was young, and I can also settle accounts. I can just take my sister-in-law back to rest."

"Isn't the family separated yet? We are also Zhao's family. If we don't have money to contribute, we can still contribute some effort. Father-in-law doesn't have to worry about me collecting the wrong money. There is still Yingchun girl here."

In short, don't ask them for such a hard job of harvesting wheat. At most, they will help look after the stalls and replace those who are not sick or in pain.

And this is exactly what Zhao Changlu is least willing to do.

He handed over the tea stall to his parents and children, so how could he let his stepson, who is not of his blood, intervene in the tea stall?
Even helping to watch the stall is not enough.

Once they let go this time, they will have to help from time to time in the future, but it will be difficult to talk.

If we talk about this matter at that time, what will the villagers think of him?

Zhao Changlu thought for a while, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Your eldest brother has always been in charge of the tea stall. Now that I am old, I don't care too much."

"If it is suddenly transferred to your hands, it will be inconvenient. Don't make a mistake at that time. It will be difficult for their brothers to talk."

"You can also ask the villagers to help harvest this wheat. Then you can help the family pay some wages. After all, the second brother earns more from hunting than the tea stall, and the family still depends on him to maintain life."

"What my father-in-law said is that their brothers are older, and they should support their families. Zifu is the youngest before getting married, so it makes sense not to take this burden."

"But my father-in-law forgot, if my husband wants to go hunting in the mountains, his legs must be able to move in the mountains, and this waist injury also needs to be taken care of. I am also troubled by a hundred-day injury."

"My father-in-law has three sons, and if one is abandoned, there are two more, but my daughter-in-law, I only have one husband, but I can rely on him for the rest of my life."

"I won't let him go hunting until his illness is cured. If there is something in the mountains..."

When Lin Xiaofu said this, his expression suddenly changed, he was a little scared, and quickly shook his head vigorously, expressing his position resolutely.

"In short, when we go fishing, we will send some to our family. My father-in-law asked my mother-in-law to dry them and buy them. The price is quite high, and the money sold should be enough to pay for the wages."

"But asking my husband to go up the mountain... Let's talk about it later, even if I try my best, I won't let him go to the mountain to die!"

The last sentence smacked of a threat.

After Lin Xiaofu finished speaking, he ignored Zhao Changlu's angry face, which was as black as ink, and strode away towards the gate of the courtyard, pulling his little sister.

No more nice or ugly words.

　It is not difficult for the author to know what Baidu knows. I don’t write it that way, it is for the needs of the plot, and the common sense in life makes some innocuous adjustments, which will not affect the reading of the overall plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)