My family was so poor that we ate wild vegetable pancakes every day and couldn't afford any meat.
If you put all this stuff in town, it would cost at least twenty or thirty coins.
He took out a dozen or so copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the table in the room.
"Thank you, Qingshan and Uncle Gui. I'll be going now."
Chen Qingshan shouted, "Brother Xian, are you treating me like an outsider? Take it away!"
Chen Xian waved his hand, "One thing at a time, thank you."
The figure continued to walk through the mist, getting further and further away, and its originally hunched body seemed to gradually grow taller.
Chen Qingshan sighed and said, "Wife, I know what you meant just now?"
Mrs. Wu complained, "Why did you still take it out?"
"I just think it's too hard on Brother Xian. When the whole family is eating together, he finally gets to do something serious, but if his enthusiasm is dampened, he'll probably just lie in bed and live a life of debauchery again."
Zhou pouted, "Alright. I know you and Xian-ge are classmates, but nobody's money comes from thin air."
Chen Gui made the final decision.
"Alright, didn't Brother Xian give you the money?"
It was only because she had paid that Zhou muttered a few words; otherwise, she might not have been able to finish the meal.
Xiwa tilted his head back and poked at the hornet's nest under the roof beam. After getting tired, he ran to the kitchen and asked in confusion, "Dad, I heard a few of what Uncle Xian said earlier, but there were a few words I didn't understand. What does 'linger' mean?"
Chen Qingshan looked proud, finally able to show off in front of his son. Seeing the sparkling eyes of his whole family, he became smug.
"This lingering..."
Frowning and grinning, seeing his son's expectation and everyone's curiosity, he could only bite the bullet and explain.
Lingering, with a fondness for literary and elegant words.
He coughed lightly a few times. "Hmm, this is about returning the money. It's like someone going on a long trip and having no money, so they have to go pick up someone, and once they earn some coins, they ask someone to return it to them."
The more I explained, the more sense it made; I really am a genius.
Xiwa smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Dad is really amazing."
She skipped and hopped outside to cause a ruckus.
"Is that so?" Chen Gui sighed softly.
Chen Qingshan: "Dad, are you questioning me?"
“Never. Your father has never believed in your knowledge, let alone questioned it.”
Chen Qingshan: "..."
Chen Qingshan: "I hope Brother Xian can make money."
Chen Gui: "Perhaps. Once farmers lose all hope in their lives, it's a disaster for someone with a family."
Although they were unwilling to admit it, neither of them had any feelings about Chen Xian writing stories. What kind of writing could you expect from someone who had only attended school for a year and a half?
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