Hu Lin looked at Hu Xiaoyi and asked slowly, "Do you want to gamble?"
Why does Hu Xiaoyi like to deceive himself so much?
Although he had already realized something in his heart, he still willingly indulged in that little bit of family affection.
Hu Xiaoyi hesitated.
Seeing this, Hu Lin started to pick up his chopsticks in annoyance, "You don't have to rush to answer, this bet will count until we finish eating the meat.
If you choose not to gamble, then from now on at home you should talk less nonsense and do more work; eat more and think less, understand?"
I really hate these idiots who love to play.
Let her talk nonsense.
When Hu Xiaoyi heard Hu Lin's words, he frowned, feeling that Hu Lin's words were harsh and unpleasant.
There was silence in Hu Lin's ears. She ate heartily and stopped only when her stomach was full.
"It's so comfortable." Hu Lin sighed.
Hu Xiaoyi was very satisfied with the meal, but he was embarrassed to express what had just happened.
Li Aihua, who was cleaning up the dishes, saw Hu Lin's appearance and felt sincerely grateful.
Today was the best meal she had had in all those years, and it was all brought to her by her daughter.
Hu Lin rested for a while, then went out to find Zhao Ming with half of the pheasant killed by Li Aihua.
Hu Xiaoyi was carving pieces of wood to use for inlaying a wooden basin. When he saw Hu Lin leave, he said nothing.
What Hu Lin had said at the dinner table earlier made him hesitant.
Logically, he should tell his parents about this, but every time he thought about it, he was not willing to do so deep down.
So he fell into self-contradiction.
After the summer solstice, it gets dark later.
When Hu Lin knocked on Zhao Ming's door, the sun was halfway below the horizon.
Zhao Ming, who had just finished his meal, was still curious about who was knocking on his door. He was wondering if it was someone who wanted him to see a doctor, but when he opened the door, he saw the short Hu Lin.
I don’t know what Hu Lin is holding in his arms, but it looks quite big.
Zhao Ming asked: "Why did you come to see me?"
Then he led the person into the house.
"I'm here to settle the bill and exchange some things with you." Hu Lin walked through the yard and into the house.
"You made money so quickly?" Zhao Ming was a little surprised.
Less than half a month has passed since they agreed on it. What has Hu Lin been doing during this time?
"Not really, but I have something more scarce than money."
Meat was in short supply and not only did it require money and meat coupons, it was also difficult to buy. In the eyes of people who were not short of money, it was naturally more valuable than gold.
"This makes me a little curious." Zhao Ming poured a glass of warm water for Hu Lin, "Is this the thing?"
While Zhao Ming was speaking, Hu Lin just put the chicken in his hand on the table.
"Open it and take a look." Hu Lin drank the warm water leisurely.
Zhao Ming put down the kettle and hesitantly uncovered the cloth.
After the things were uncovered, Hu Lin and Zhao Ming were stunned.
Zhao Ming was because of the half chicken, and Hu Lin was because of the clothes wrapped around half a chicken.
It looks like it belongs to Li Aihua.
They were so poor that they didn't even have a scrap of cloth.
She had to ask Hu Xiaoyi to make a basket for her when she got home, which was so embarrassing.
Hu Lin tactically drank the water without saying anything.
After all, Zhao Ming was a man who had seen the world, and he came to his senses after being shocked for a moment.
But the words were still full of shock, "You did this?"
"Well." Hulin put down the cup, "Use this to change your oil, and some medicine oil, and oil for the oil lamp."
When Zhao Ming heard Hu Lin's request, he was silent for a while before replying, "Do you think this is a supply and marketing cooperative? We have everything."
"Aren't these commonly used?" Hu Lin was speechless.
"I don't use oil lamps, I use kerosene lamps."
Hu Lin: "..."
Nowadays, most lighting tools in rural areas are oil lamps lit by soybean oil.
Only special cases like Zhao Ming, or the village chief's family, and those with large grain surpluses in the village could use kerosene lamps.
"Rich man." Hu Lin said sarcastically, then changed the subject, "Go to the city and help buy some."
"No, you let me buy everything for you. Why don't you go by yourself?"
Before he met Hu Lin, he lived a very carefree life. After he met this girl, she enslaved him every other day and served him with pancakes from time to time.
"It's because we don't have money. If I had the money, do you think I would have traded it for a pheasant? I would have kept it for me and my mother to nourish our bodies."
Zhao Ming looked at Hu Lin with a puzzled look, "Why is the Hu family so stingy? Did they really not give you any money at all?"
"What do you think?" Hu Lin looked at Zhao Ming expressionlessly.
"Okay, okay, I'll be a good person and buy it for you in the city in a couple of days."
"Buy less soybean oil, and more oil. Don't you have any medicinal oil at home?"
Her knees are now numb and swollen. If she doesn't use medicated oil to relieve the pain tonight, she will definitely not be able to move her leg joints tomorrow.
"Yes, I'll get it for you right away." Zhao Ming went back to the bedroom to get the medicinal oil for Hu Lin, "Are you injured?"
Zhao Ming sat back down, "How did you get this chicken?"
He was the most familiar with the conditions of people who went up the mountain to hunt. In the past few years, injured people were sent to him every now and then.
So even after hearing Hu Lin's words, he still couldn't believe that Hu Lin had brought the chicken down from Daqing Mountain alone.
He would rather believe that Hu Lin had stolen someone's chicken.
"I picked it up and fell down." Hu Lin raised the medicine oil in his hand indifferently, "I came to you eagerly to get the medicine. If you don't apply the medicine, don't even think about getting out of bed tomorrow."
Zhao Ming heard Hu Lin's nonsense and said with a fake smile, "Then I can only say that you are really lucky."
Do you really think he is blind and can't see the bloody hole that pierces the chicken's neck?
"I think so too." Hu Lin agreed with what Zhao Ming said.
She must be the luckiest person in the world, otherwise why would she have to suffer this fate again?
If there really is a god, he must know that she is attached to this brilliant world.
Zhao Ming had nothing to say about Hu Lin's shamelessness.
*
The first thing Hu Lin said after returning home was to ask Hu Xiaoyi to make a basket. Hu Xiaoyi, who was carving wood, paused for a moment when he heard it.
Hu Xiaoyi couldn't describe what he felt at that moment. He felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, which made him want to refute Hu Lin and rebel against him.
He realized that something was wrong with him and let out a long breath.
He kept repeating to himself "This is the furniture the family needs" several times before he calmed down and continued working.
Little did he know that all his actions were seen by Hu Lin.
Hu Lin didn't care about this and gave the clothes wrapped in the pheasant to Li Aihua.
After washing up, Hu Lin asked Li Aihua to help apply the medicated oil.
Li Aihua saw Hu Lin’s bruised knees and lowered her head to rub them gently.
"Try harder!" Hu Lin shouted dissatisfiedly.
“Yeah.”
Hearing the crying voice, Hu Lin glanced at Li Aihua, who had her head lowered and did not increase the strength of her hands.
"Use a little harder. How long will my knee get better like this?" Hu Lin did not comfort Li Aihua. Such trivial matters were not within her scope of teaching.
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