Hearing Fei Ran's question, Fei Hao felt uncomfortable for a moment.

But soon he returned to normal, and his voice sounded quite energetic, "There are not many people on the street in the afternoon, and there are not many things left in our stall. It's normal to sell less."

Fei Ran rolled his eyes at him without acknowledging himself, the little bastard who found an explanation for himself, "Did I say it's not normal?"

The flow of people in the market in the afternoon is usually less than one-third of that in the morning, and there are not many stalls left and not rich enough. Fei Hao's explanation is reasonable.

Fei Ran glanced over the stall, and at a glance he understood what was sold at the stall, and there were indeed very few of them.

Fei Hao stood with his hands on the spot, and his fingers twisted together uneasy.

He was afraid that Fei Ran would feel that he was useless...

He thought that even if the afternoon was not as popular as the morning, at least he could sell out the last few things left, but it turned out...

However, recalling the scene in the morning, he clenched his fists secretly again, and said in a vigorous voice, "There are fewer people in the afternoon and more people in the morning. It should be fine to come here in the morning."

"Oh." Fei Ran replied indifferently: "If you want to sell it, you sell it, I won't come anyway."

Fei Hao was stunned, and then his throat choked.

Sometimes he is really afraid that this person will starve to death because of laziness in the end.

Thinking that the money earned today may be the final savings of the family.

Fei Hao took a deep breath, then looked at Fei Ran: "Money can only be spent if you keep earning it."

With Fei Ran's big act of spending money, the money will probably be gone in his hands in a short time, Fei Hao frowned slightly when he thought of smelling the smelly clothes and seeing peanuts when he came back with Fei Ran.

"You can't stop working as soon as you have some money in your hand. What if something happens to you in the future? You have eaten like this for the last meal, and you haven't finished the next meal. If one day..."

Fei Ran walked away.

He doesn't listen.

The cub is too wordy.

Fei Hao followed indifferently, "...There are many places in life that need to spend money, just like that day..."

In the setting sun, beside the booth, Fei Ran walked to that and Fei Hao followed there, like a Tang monk reciting a magic spell to Monkey King.

Fei Ran: ...

No, he won't do it.

In the end, Fei Ran, who was being naughty, stopped suddenly, turned around, stretched out his hand to grab a leg from the roast chicken Fei Hao was holding, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Be hungry, eat something."

A big chicken leg instantly blocked Fei Hao's nagging mouth.

Caught off guard, Fei Hao stopped with his chicken leg in his mouth. He was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, and then he was so angry that his heart ached.

He gave Fei Ran a hard look, then stretched out his hand to hold the drumstick, opened his mouth and tore off a piece of meat from the upper leg, looking ferocious like a little monster.

In the sky, the red clouds are all over the sky, and the tractor DuangDuangDuang, which is half old and not new, is driving on the small road in the country.

Fei Hao was sitting in the back compartment of the tractor, concentrating on eating chicken. In the front, Fei Hao was wearing a straw hat and driving the tractor with a relaxed expression. From a distance, it looked like an oil painting of a busy farming season.

In the car, Fei Hao was eating chicken.

He didn't eat at noon, and he's really hungry now.

While eating, he thought of something, suddenly, his movements froze, and the chicken he was chewing on his mouth became a bit unpleasant. He glanced at the chicken in his hand, and then slowly turned his head to glance at Fei Ran in the driver's seat.

At this time, Fei Ran was wearing a lady's straw hat, turning the steering wheel with both hands, driving with an unexplainable calmness, like an old man fishing by the river.

Fei Hao stared at it for a while, then turned his eyes back to the chicken in his hand. The chicken in his hand was shiny with oil and the meat was still steaming, obviously it was specially prepared.

...He didn't care about who asked him to prepare it...

Looking at it, Fei Hao glared fiercely at the roast chicken in his hand, then opened his mouth to tear off a piece of meat from it, and swallowed it into his stomach.

In the mountains and fields, the snow everywhere has melted, and the mountains and forests seem to be covered with light gauze against the backdrop of the sky full of Yuxia, hazy and green.

When the tractor returned to Daganzi Village, the crimson sun behind the western mountain had completely disappeared and the sky was dark.

Fei Ran parked the tractor at the gate of the small courtyard, and together with Fei Hao took the remaining things back to the house.

Li Cuijuan from the west row room even poked her head out for a few glances, but was soon dragged in by her husband Liu Daniu.

The last time Li Cuijuan stole the stool from Fei's house, after Liu Daniu came back and found out, he scolded Li Cuijuan, and even Liu Xiaobao became more obedient.

The job of Liu Daniu's sports car was introduced by the original owner. He was already grateful to Fei Ran. After knowing that Li Cuijuan stole the stool, Liu Daniu took Li Cuijuan to Fei's house to make amends.

This made Li Cuijuan walk with her head down when she saw Fei Ran for a long time.

But everyone is in the same yard. She knows that Fei Ran has started to weave things recently, and today she heard from the villagers that they saw Fei Family's stall in the market, so she was curious.

However, she was determined and courageous, now that Fei Ran stood up, and she was taught a lesson by her husband, she dared not do anything, even dared to look at it so sneakily.

Now after Liu Daniu found out, he didn't dare to say anything for an instant.

In the hall of Fei's house, Fei Hao was sorting out today's account book little by little.

However, no matter how he calculates, he is missing a fortune...

He frowned and went outside to count the remaining weaves, and finally squatted outside the door and started counting.

He counted and counted the money again, but it was still wrong...

No matter how he calculated, he lost the money for a toy and a hat. He had counted the things before taking them to the market, but now he lost a sum of money no matter what he calculated.

When Fei Ran came back after returning the tractor, he saw the cub sitting on the doorstep, looking at the wooden weaving and snapping his fingers, his brows were so frowning that he could catch flies.

"What is this for?"

Fei Hao regained his senses and looked up at Fei Ran.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and said, "Did you take a hat and a toy when you left?"

"Well, what?"

"What about things?"

"sold."

sold?

"That money—"

Fei Hao opened his mouth to ask about the price of the sale, but in an instant he thought of the roast chicken he was eating on the tractor. Finally, his lips moved, and he murmured softly: "Next time, don't spend money randomly."

Fei Ran: "..."

In the next few days, Fei Ran saw Fei Hao's stinginess. Since the money he earned was taken by Fei Hao to take care of it forcefully, the food of Fei's family changed from two meals a day to one meal every two days.

Fei Hao mended all the holes in Fei Ran's socks and asked him to continue wearing them.

In the afternoon, Fei Ran was lying under the wooden chair on the veranda, and squinted at a black and blue patch on the big toe sock. He moved his toes, and then pressed his toes against his head, and the sock patch also touched the top, like a black tabby cat.

ugly.

Suddenly, Fei Ran sat up from the wooden chair, crossed his legs, and turned to look at Fei Hao who was knitting with his head bowed.

"Hao, come on, let's discuss it."

Fei Hao was a little wary, "What do you want?"

In the past few days, Fei Hao has seen what it means to spend money in Fei Ran’s hands. He never asks the price when buying things. He only wants to buy things. It’s fine if it’s something he can use at home. .

A shiny stone that can be picked up everywhere by the river.

If he hadn't discovered it in time, this man would not have known how much he had spent on the stone.

Fei Hao felt that he might not be lying, and at the same time, he also felt that if the money was in his hands again, Fei Ran would return to a life of empty wine bottles and peanuts in a few days.

Then, Fei Hao stubbornly took the family's money into his hands.

He is afraid that if the money is in Feiran's hands again, Fei Ran is so easy to be deceived, spends money lavishly, and he will soon live a life full of wind and stomach.

Of course, he didn't care about him.

It was just because Fei Ran asked him to repay the debt, and he felt that this behavior of helping him save living expenses should also be regarded as part of the debt repayment.

The vigilant gaze of the little boy made Fei Ran a little uncomfortable, he rubbed his nose, feeling guilty.

But people inevitably have irresistible things. He just likes stones, shiny and beautifully shaped stones.

Unable to hold back for a while, he bought a piece from a child in the village. When the two were about to make a second transaction, they were caught by Fei Hao.

And then... now it's like this.

He coughed, intending to argue hard: "I think the money that should be spent should still be spent, and occasional extravagance is also allowed." As he spoke, Fei Ran stretched out the patched socks in front of Fei Hao, signaling with his eyes.

He can trade a hole in a sock for a rock.

Fei Hao looked down at his socks, thinking that he wanted to buy new socks, and said, "If you want to buy new socks, you can work."

Fei Hao didn't make it up as fast as Fei Ran. He was actually a little anxious when he saw that the family could only get out of the money.

But if he persuaded Fei Ran to work, Fei Ran would say that it was not worth it, and persuade him in turn. In the end, he had to do it alone. But because his weaving was not as good as Feiran's, his speed was much slower. He didn't save much wood weaving these days. Now that he finds some opportunities, he wants Fei Ran to continue to work hard and save some energy for his future life. Money for his squandering.

So buying socks is impossible to buy socks unless you work.

Fei Hao put his head down and continued to compose.

Fei Ran looked at him and ignored him, the more courageous cub took a deep breath, then kicked Fei Hao with his feet wearing patch socks, "Okay, I'll work."

Fei Hao raised his head fiercely, his eyes shining brightly.

Feiran's speed is much faster than him. If Fei Ran is willing to do it, they can make up a lot of things in a few days.

"But for every piece I make, you have to pay me." Fei Ran said quietly.

Fei Hao choked, but after thinking about it, he thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, but it will be lower than our selling price."

In this way, Fei Ran has money to spend, and the family can save more.

After all, what he made up is zero-cost, and he can save all the money he earns, and part of what Fei Ran made up will flow to him, so the savings will increase after calculation, yes.

Fei Ran raised an eyebrow.

Looking at the sinister little boy who doesn't know the world, he nodded slightly: "Yes"

but……

"By the way, I also got the materials you used in your hand. Do you want to pay for the materials?"

Fei Hao: ...