This stepmother is a bit crazy
Chapter 12 Wu Xin 1 sentence chapter
Chapter 12 An unintentional word
"Shulan, you're back." A hoarse voice came from the house.
"Yeah." Shulan panted.
Jiang Linran helped her up the steps, opened the door curtain and went in.
"Shulan, are you okay?"
The man in the room on the right probably heard the gasping sound of the woman named Shulan and asked worriedly.
Ding Shulan looked at Jiang Linran: "It's okay, I just accidentally fell."
A man's extremely anxious voice came from the room: "Shulan."
Jiang Linran helped Ding Shulan in.
On the bed in the bedroom, a man about forty years old was sitting leaning against the quilt, looking at the bedroom door with a worried look.
The wounds on the man's face had just scabbed over and the swelling had not subsided. There were also several wounds of varying lengths on his head, and the short stubble of his hair was shaved into a male and female head.
"Shulan."
Seeing Ding Shulan go in, the man struggled to sit up straight.
"Don't move, Lao Deng, your waist was only injured."
The man struggled twice but couldn't get up, so he lay back down with a painful expression.
"This is my lover, Deng Yukun."
"Uncle Deng."
Jiang Linran helped Ding Shulan sit down.
"Thank you for sending my Shulan back."
"It should be." Jiang Linran licked his lower lip and opened his mouth hesitantly: "Auntie, what are you and Uncle Deng..."
Ding Shulan and Deng Yukun looked at each other.
Finally, it was Ding Shulan who spoke: "Uncle Deng and I are now control elements. Those red and small soldiers will come to the door from time to time. Little girl, please leave quickly."
"Don't worry, aunt, I want to ask you, do you want flour, noodles or rice?" Ding Shulan's answer was similar to Jiang Linran's guess.
"You have?"
Ding Shulan's dull eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yeah." Jiang Linran nodded.
"How many can you get?"
How many?Isn't this determined by how much they need?
Anyway, she has as much as she wants.
Jiang Linran, who was silently cursing in his heart, said tentatively: "The rice is about twenty kilograms, five handfuls of dried noodles, two kilograms each, and the flour is about ten kilograms."
"Okay, I want both, how do you plan to sell them?"
Jiang Linran looked around and looked at the simple furnishings in the room: "The rice you need to vote for now is [-] cents. I only need [-] cents. If you don't have a ticket, I will add two cents, which is [-] cents. Noodles are [-] cents, no vote." Two points more, ten cents for flour, two points less if you have a ticket, do you think it’s appropriate? Auntie.”
Ding Shulan was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes were full of smiles.
"It's suitable, it's suitable, you can add more to it."
"No, aunt, wait for me. I'll be back in about 10 minutes."
Ding Shulan wanted to send Jiang Linran out, but Jiang Linran quickly said no and walked out of the bedroom quickly.
When she walked into the yard, the two people in the room looked at each other.
"Yukun, have you really decided?"
"Shulan, I'm sorry, life like this is too difficult, I... really can't hold on any longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, two lines of hot tears fell down the corners of his eyes.
"I know, Yukun. Let's have a good meal as husband and wife tonight and go together." Ding Shulan staggered over and held Deng Yukun's hand tightly with both hands. Her tears couldn't stop falling.
"Shulan."
Looking at his wife who was just forty and already gray-haired, Deng Yukun took out a hand, raised it with difficulty, and touched her face that no longer looked young: "Shulan, if people really can have a next life, I still want to follow her. You’re in this together.”
Ding Shulan, with tears in her eyes, held Deng Yukun's hand on her face with her backhand: "Okay, we will be together again by then. I just hope that it will not be like now."
"No, Shulan, if I hadn't been so talkative, those two little ones wouldn't have reported their parents in order to climb up the ladder."
"Don't talk about those two beasts. For the rest of your life, just pretend that our husband and wife have never given birth to them."
Speaking of her son and daughter, Ding Shulan gritted her teeth with hatred.
The couple were chatting here, while Jiang Linran walked out of the alley and exchanged ten white rabbits for a backpack with an old man on the street.
Go to a secluded place, put the food I just mentioned, cover it with some grass, cover it up, and carry it back to Ding Shulan's house.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw four or five more people in the room. After seeing her enter, they all looked at her with burning eyes. Jiang Linran looked at Ding Shulan dumbfounded.
"They are my friends and neighbors. Don't worry, they won't tell anyone."
Ding Shulan quickly stood up and greeted Jiang Linran.
Jiang Linran took off the backpack on his back with confidence this time.
"The total sum is four and seven dollars. We have rounded up the whole number and I will give you a total of five dollars."
"Okay." Jiang Linran received the money in his hand, took out a white rabbit and handed it to them.
"Everything is here. You can share it quickly. If you still need it in the future, on market day, just go to the alley where my aunt met me just now and wait for me."
"Row."
Looking at the white rice and fine white flour, a man in his early thirties wearing glasses said with red eyes: "If I had met you earlier, my second daughter would not have left hungry. She is only that old. ,"
"Okay, Xiao Song, take good care of the eldest and the third child from now on, and the second child will not leave in vain."
"Yes, you all must believe this. No matter how dark the night is, it cannot cover the sun. Therefore, as long as you live hard, you will be able to wait until dawn and see the sun rise."
Jiang Linran said casually.
This unintentional sentence was like a drop of water dripping into a frying pan, causing oil stars to splash out.
It's not that they didn't know such words, but they heard it with their own ears, and at such a difficult time, they felt different, especially Ding Shulan and his wife who had already planned to give up on living.
For some reason, looking at Jiang Linran's vibrant face and her shining eyes, a slight hope vaguely rose in the couple's once-dead eyes.
Hearing that they had a child, Jiang Linran's thoughts changed: "By the way, do you want milk powder?"
Jiang Linran took out two small cans of milk powder from the satchel he was carrying.
"Yes, how to sell it?"
the man with glasses asked.
"One can for five dollars. I will only sell this one today and leave the remaining one to Uncle Deng. If the rest of you want it, I will bring more cans next time I come."
"Then give it to Xiao Song. He also has a baby at home."
Everyone said in unison.
"No, leave a can for Lao Deng."
The man with glasses gratefully took out a dollar and a half from his jacket pocket and handed it to Jiang Linran.
Ding Shulan looked at her husband lying there and took out a dollar and a half and handed it to Jiang Linran.
Jiang Linran collected the money, picked up the backpack, walked to the bed, took out a pack of plaster without packaging from his pocket, and handed it to Ding Shulan.
(End of this chapter)
"Shulan, you're back." A hoarse voice came from the house.
"Yeah." Shulan panted.
Jiang Linran helped her up the steps, opened the door curtain and went in.
"Shulan, are you okay?"
The man in the room on the right probably heard the gasping sound of the woman named Shulan and asked worriedly.
Ding Shulan looked at Jiang Linran: "It's okay, I just accidentally fell."
A man's extremely anxious voice came from the room: "Shulan."
Jiang Linran helped Ding Shulan in.
On the bed in the bedroom, a man about forty years old was sitting leaning against the quilt, looking at the bedroom door with a worried look.
The wounds on the man's face had just scabbed over and the swelling had not subsided. There were also several wounds of varying lengths on his head, and the short stubble of his hair was shaved into a male and female head.
"Shulan."
Seeing Ding Shulan go in, the man struggled to sit up straight.
"Don't move, Lao Deng, your waist was only injured."
The man struggled twice but couldn't get up, so he lay back down with a painful expression.
"This is my lover, Deng Yukun."
"Uncle Deng."
Jiang Linran helped Ding Shulan sit down.
"Thank you for sending my Shulan back."
"It should be." Jiang Linran licked his lower lip and opened his mouth hesitantly: "Auntie, what are you and Uncle Deng..."
Ding Shulan and Deng Yukun looked at each other.
Finally, it was Ding Shulan who spoke: "Uncle Deng and I are now control elements. Those red and small soldiers will come to the door from time to time. Little girl, please leave quickly."
"Don't worry, aunt, I want to ask you, do you want flour, noodles or rice?" Ding Shulan's answer was similar to Jiang Linran's guess.
"You have?"
Ding Shulan's dull eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yeah." Jiang Linran nodded.
"How many can you get?"
How many?Isn't this determined by how much they need?
Anyway, she has as much as she wants.
Jiang Linran, who was silently cursing in his heart, said tentatively: "The rice is about twenty kilograms, five handfuls of dried noodles, two kilograms each, and the flour is about ten kilograms."
"Okay, I want both, how do you plan to sell them?"
Jiang Linran looked around and looked at the simple furnishings in the room: "The rice you need to vote for now is [-] cents. I only need [-] cents. If you don't have a ticket, I will add two cents, which is [-] cents. Noodles are [-] cents, no vote." Two points more, ten cents for flour, two points less if you have a ticket, do you think it’s appropriate? Auntie.”
Ding Shulan was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes were full of smiles.
"It's suitable, it's suitable, you can add more to it."
"No, aunt, wait for me. I'll be back in about 10 minutes."
Ding Shulan wanted to send Jiang Linran out, but Jiang Linran quickly said no and walked out of the bedroom quickly.
When she walked into the yard, the two people in the room looked at each other.
"Yukun, have you really decided?"
"Shulan, I'm sorry, life like this is too difficult, I... really can't hold on any longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, two lines of hot tears fell down the corners of his eyes.
"I know, Yukun. Let's have a good meal as husband and wife tonight and go together." Ding Shulan staggered over and held Deng Yukun's hand tightly with both hands. Her tears couldn't stop falling.
"Shulan."
Looking at his wife who was just forty and already gray-haired, Deng Yukun took out a hand, raised it with difficulty, and touched her face that no longer looked young: "Shulan, if people really can have a next life, I still want to follow her. You’re in this together.”
Ding Shulan, with tears in her eyes, held Deng Yukun's hand on her face with her backhand: "Okay, we will be together again by then. I just hope that it will not be like now."
"No, Shulan, if I hadn't been so talkative, those two little ones wouldn't have reported their parents in order to climb up the ladder."
"Don't talk about those two beasts. For the rest of your life, just pretend that our husband and wife have never given birth to them."
Speaking of her son and daughter, Ding Shulan gritted her teeth with hatred.
The couple were chatting here, while Jiang Linran walked out of the alley and exchanged ten white rabbits for a backpack with an old man on the street.
Go to a secluded place, put the food I just mentioned, cover it with some grass, cover it up, and carry it back to Ding Shulan's house.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw four or five more people in the room. After seeing her enter, they all looked at her with burning eyes. Jiang Linran looked at Ding Shulan dumbfounded.
"They are my friends and neighbors. Don't worry, they won't tell anyone."
Ding Shulan quickly stood up and greeted Jiang Linran.
Jiang Linran took off the backpack on his back with confidence this time.
"The total sum is four and seven dollars. We have rounded up the whole number and I will give you a total of five dollars."
"Okay." Jiang Linran received the money in his hand, took out a white rabbit and handed it to them.
"Everything is here. You can share it quickly. If you still need it in the future, on market day, just go to the alley where my aunt met me just now and wait for me."
"Row."
Looking at the white rice and fine white flour, a man in his early thirties wearing glasses said with red eyes: "If I had met you earlier, my second daughter would not have left hungry. She is only that old. ,"
"Okay, Xiao Song, take good care of the eldest and the third child from now on, and the second child will not leave in vain."
"Yes, you all must believe this. No matter how dark the night is, it cannot cover the sun. Therefore, as long as you live hard, you will be able to wait until dawn and see the sun rise."
Jiang Linran said casually.
This unintentional sentence was like a drop of water dripping into a frying pan, causing oil stars to splash out.
It's not that they didn't know such words, but they heard it with their own ears, and at such a difficult time, they felt different, especially Ding Shulan and his wife who had already planned to give up on living.
For some reason, looking at Jiang Linran's vibrant face and her shining eyes, a slight hope vaguely rose in the couple's once-dead eyes.
Hearing that they had a child, Jiang Linran's thoughts changed: "By the way, do you want milk powder?"
Jiang Linran took out two small cans of milk powder from the satchel he was carrying.
"Yes, how to sell it?"
the man with glasses asked.
"One can for five dollars. I will only sell this one today and leave the remaining one to Uncle Deng. If the rest of you want it, I will bring more cans next time I come."
"Then give it to Xiao Song. He also has a baby at home."
Everyone said in unison.
"No, leave a can for Lao Deng."
The man with glasses gratefully took out a dollar and a half from his jacket pocket and handed it to Jiang Linran.
Ding Shulan looked at her husband lying there and took out a dollar and a half and handed it to Jiang Linran.
Jiang Linran collected the money, picked up the backpack, walked to the bed, took out a pack of plaster without packaging from his pocket, and handed it to Ding Shulan.
(End of this chapter)
You'll Also Like
-
Pokemon, a genius scientist who traveled from one piece
Chapter 263 11 hours ago -
Mortal Alchemy
Chapter 383 11 hours ago -
The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low profile
Chapter 119 11 hours ago -
Elf, a genius scientist who traveled from one piece
Chapter 262 17 hours ago -
Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman
Chapter 2269 17 hours ago -
Wasteland Development Diary
Chapter 448 17 hours ago -
In the Apocalypse, Hoarding Supplies with the System's Hundredfold Critical Hits
Chapter 157 22 hours ago -
On the day of the genocide, the parents of the Supreme Divine Dynasty came to
Chapter 536 22 hours ago -
Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts
Chapter 111 22 hours ago -
After deciding to give up, I became popular
Chapter 169 22 hours ago