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That Zhang Shi is less than sixty now, even if he can live to a hundred years, it will be far less than twenty taels of silver!

If Liu San is really like this, it will be a big loss!

The village chief never thought that Liu Sansheng was so generous, and even Liu San tugged at her sleeve, signaling to think about it again.

However, Liu Sansheng said every word: "There is no evidence to speak, let's set up the evidence!"

play for real?

That's twenty taels of silver, can Liu San really give up like this?

Seeing that Liu San was about to speak, Liu Sansheng said: "Dad, you get up first, we will find a way to earn the money later, and the eldest brother's book will continue to be read. This money is considered a filial piety to grandma, and you will have less burden in the future. I can concentrate on making money for my elder brother to study."

When this happened, Liu San had to agree. The money was originally earned by Liu Sansheng, so she could give it as she said.

Soon, the letter was set up, and the village chief wrote it himself. The content is roughly that there will be no financial exchanges between Liu San and Zhang's after that. Liu San gave enough money to solve Zhang's pension problem. Shi also can no longer go to Liu San's house to ask for money.

The village chief was still worried: "Liu San, you have to think about it, if the painting is staked, the money will never be returned."

Liu San nodded silently, pressed his handprint, and Liu Sansheng said on the side: "After setting up the letter, we will never mention the matter of the twenty taels of silver in the future. This money was originally used for the eldest brother's study, and now we have no money at home. , the elder brother has to study again, and will not be able to honor grandma in the future."

Mrs. Zhang was relieved when she pressed her handprint. She saw that Liu Sansheng was a bit sloppy, and she was afraid that she would come up with something to get back the twenty taels of silver. Now that it was written in black and white, she was relieved.

In the end, the documents were written in duplicate, and under the witness of the village chief and many neighbors, Liu San and Mrs. Zhang had clearly handed over the property.

Liu San invited the village chief to eat at home, and everyone left.

As soon as the person left and closed the door, Mrs. Zhang wiped away the tears, took the note with joy, and happily said with brother Lin Zhao, "This time I can finally sit back and relax, with this note, the poor ghost can't take half a penny back. !"

Brother Lin Zhao smiled until he saw his teeth but not his eyes: "Third Uncle was also bewitched by Wang's little goblin. Sooner or later, this money will fall into their hands and it will belong to the Wang family. Now you can rest assured."

Brother Lin Zhao smiled happily, it was not Liu Da who had the final say when the money arrived at their house.

Unexpectedly, Liu San's poor ghost has so much oil and water to fry!

Mr. Zhang got 22 taels of silver out of thin air, and he soon started making troubles in the village. Even people from far away knew about it. Everyone knew that although the money was given to Mrs. Zhang in name, it was actually a gift to Mrs. Zhang. Liu Da's pocket was taken.

Almost everyone thought it was Liu San who lost a lot of money!

Liu San also thought that he was at a loss, and sighed at home that night.

Originally, I had saved a tael of silver for Liu Chenglong for tuition, and the thirty taels of silver that Liu Sansheng earned was 31 taels in total. Liu Meng fled and took five taels with him. Some pieces of silver beside him.

When Liu Meng came back, she also took the initiative to return the money. She didn't use any money, and there were still more than four or two leftovers. At that time, Wei Jin paid the toll in advance, but it didn't cost much, and it still looked like seven or eight taels together.

Hearing Liu San sigh, Wang Xiaolian sobbed in a low voice, and Liu Meng was also crying: "Father, it's all my fault, if I don't go, you won't go to me, if you don't go to me, grandma It won't take away our family's money."

"Forget it, forget it," Liu San comforted his wife and daughter: "Don't cry, our family still has money, and Jackie Chan's tuition is not to worry about anymore. Ergouzi came to our house and did a lot of work, but didn't eat anything. What are you doing, the house is still in tatters, tomorrow, I will invite craftsmen to come and decorate the inside and outside of our home, and our home will have a comfortable life for a few days."

When Wang Xiaolian and Liu Meng heard this, they stopped crying, Ergouzi hurriedly said, "My room is pretty good, and it doesn't need to be renovated, but I see that your house is leaking rain frequently, third uncle, so it's time to renovate. "

"Everything is repaired, everything is repaired, we are not short of money now, we repair it inside and outside our family." Liu San said.

But Liu Sansheng disagreed, "Father, this house repair is not for the time being. If you repair it, grandma is sure to make trouble."

Liu San thought about it too, and sighed alone.

Liu Sansheng said to the family, "In a few months, our family will be able to live in a new house and eat meat every day, trust me!"

Wang Xiaolian finally smiled and said, "Sansheng is the lucky star of our family."

The 20 taels thing is over. Although the people in the village are talking about it, Liu Sanjia never mentioned it.

It didn't take long to see that Liu's house was renovated again, new rooms were added, the walls were raised, and the business was getting bigger and bigger. The clothes that Mrs. Zhang was wearing were finally not the same style as the wife outside the staff. , but really good material, her family doesn't need to farm, she wears new material all day, shows off everywhere, praises Liu Da's filial piety and usefulness, but also wants to belittle the ungrateful Liu San, but everyone in the village Knowing where the money came from, he smiled and said nothing.

Spring is the busiest season. Liu San and Gouzi are busy growing food and vegetables. Wang Xiaolian also raises spring silkworms at home. She is also busy weaving and spinning, so she can exchange some money.

Liu Sansheng was still busy tending his watermelon field, and Liu Meng also came to help honestly, and the dog was also behind him every day.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer. Liu Sansheng, according to Du Niang's instructions, carefully takes care of his watermelon field, planting seedlings and fertilizing them step by step, adding fertilizer, weeding, and going to the watermelon field after eating every day. go.

Liu Meng was busy in the watermelon field for a while, then sat down to drink water and asked, "Three liters, can this melon really be grown?"

"Yes, definitely, but it's delicious!" Liu Sansheng said firmly, looking up at the sun.

Liu Meng took a sip of water and asked again, "How do you eat the melon, is it fried?"

"The secret must not be revealed!" Liu Sansheng smiled mysteriously. No one here has ever seen the appearance of watermelons. She is really looking forward to what a sensation it will be when it goes on the market.

She looked at the land in Luo Village. There was a lot of sand. It would be great if she could use it to grow watermelons!

She was silent, having an idea in her heart. In the future, this idea will change the pattern of Luo Village, and even the entire Liushui Town Ningshan County!

Looking at it, I saw two or three human heads appearing from the back of the hillside.

"Haha, so it's the two of you!"

Liu Sansheng looked over and saw that Li Dahu of the Li family, the landlord, came with two minions.

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