"You know her family's situation, and Liu Yang can't make a fuss. After the family is separated, the family will not care about it unless she agrees to give birth to children for the other brothers..." Yang Cuihua said this in Liu Chunlai's ear.

But no one around misunderstood what shameful things did Liu Chunlai and Yang Cuihua have.

Liu Chunlai sighed.

I was so calm that when Tian Li got up, she said firmly, "It will get better and better in the future."

The last time I went to Shancheng, Liu Chunlai knew about Tian Li's situation.

If she had no family separation, she could not stay in this family, and would either give birth to children for several other brothers or run away.

But Tian Li has an 11-year-old son.

This woman can't see on the surface that she has reached such a desperate situation.

He is a worthy person to be trained.

"Mom, will you really cut your flesh tomorrow?"

At this time, a boy about 1.5 meters tall came from outside. This was the few boys in the team who were relatively strong and tall.

I had a washed faded floral schoolbag with few books in it.

Liu Chunlai couldn't help but sigh that children's study pressure these days.

He used to have no children, but everyone around him has them.

Especially his senior official, whose daughter is only 9 years old, starts from 6 am to 10 pm. Except for school time, the other time is in every ten minutes.

The child's annual training fee is as high as 600,000.

My wife couldn't go to work at all.

That's the one around you

Tian Li's son, Liu Dongwang.

"Dongwang, come and kowtow to you Grandpa Chunlai! From now on, mom will cut you every time you eat! My son will study hard and follow you Grandpa Chunlai in the future..."

"It's not possible, it's not possible. Boy, if you kneel down again, I'll fire your mother, don't think about eating meat." Liu Chunlai saw that Liu Dongwang was about to kneel down, and he was anxious and threatened.

Liu Dongwang looked at Liu Chunlai and then at his mother.

"Get off work today. Tomorrow morning, if you are willing to hand over the land at home, the factory will announce a new salary system and management system..." Liu Chunlai said to the employees of the garment factory who were excited to receive the money.

As soon as these words were said, many young girls suddenly became frowning.

The land collection matter has been spread for a long time.

Most people know what attitude they are at home.

Especially some girls in other teams have no say at home.

"Sister-in-law Cuihua, you and Tian Li are waiting here. Liu Xue and He Lishuang will come to ask you for help with something..." Liu Chunlai said to Yang Cuihua.

Then he walked towards Mr. Liu Ba’s house.

"Spring comes, when will the team pay?" Finally, someone couldn't help asking.

The people in the garment factory are very interested in changing.

There are still millions in Liu Ba’s family.

"What did you do? Why do you share the money now?" Yang Cuihua immediately shouted at the person who spoke, "This is the salary paid! Salary! Understand? If you don't pay the land, why do you share the money? If there is such a good thing, everyone will not have to do anything, just wait to share the money!"

Liu Chunlai ignored them.

He went straight to Master Liu Ba’s house.

The old man's yard was filled with a faint smell of bitter artemisia.

He was sitting under the eaves of the main hall, with a long black table placed on it with a purple clay teapot and a set of blue and white porcelain cups.

In front of the teapot, there is a clay pot with a lid.

To his right hand, there was a stove with a head about the same size.

In the pot on the stove, the water was boiling, and water vapor continued to rise out.

This little day is so moist!

It doesn't matter that the stove next to it is hot.

"Sit down, my ancestor will give you a 100-year-old Pu'er today. This is left by my father." Master Liu Ba seemed to know what Liu Chunlai was coming to ask.

There was no one in the yard.

"Eighth Patriarchs, you are so leisurely and leisurely." Liu Chunlai smiled bitterly.

Pu'er for more than half a century!

This old guy probably has more than those gold bars in his hands.

Back then, he divided the property, and all he divided was land and gold and silver. It seemed that he didn't share anything else?

These things should have been hidden.

"If there are successors, they will be more comfortable. I can live for at least ten years." Mr. Liu said happily.

While saying that, he lifted up the black pot next to him and washed the tea set with boiling water.

"This thing can still be drunk?"

Although I know that Pu'er is getting better as the years go by, even though he was a big boss, he has been a good person and has made a lot of good tea at home.

Even several major tea mountains are known as the tea king, and they sell a lot of things for hundreds of thousands of yuan per pound of fresh leaves.

However, Liu Chunlai felt that it was not as refreshing as coffee.

As for the taste, he can only tell whether it tastes good or not.

I am busy starting a business every day, where can I have leisure and elegance?

"Don't see it! Pu'er is the more fragrant it is, the more it is, the more charming it is. This is not the stuffed materials sold to the Tibetan manzi... When it was first made, it had a green taste, and as time settled, the taste began to slowly change..."

"Master Eighth Master, what you said is a bit unfavorable to national unity. The fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers, and fifty-six brothers and sisters are a family." Liu Chunlai could only sigh.

Mr. Liu Ba no longer said this.

When I opened the lid on the clay pot, a smell of old drifted into Liu Chunlai's nose.

Master Liu Ba did not explain, and used a bamboo tea spoon to take out some black tea leaves from the jar, and put them next to him, three fingers wide, and handed them to Liu Chunlai in the curved curved tea.

"Look, smell." The old man said very little now.

Liu Chunlai took it. The thing was dark and some were sticky together, and it had nothing to do with the tea. When you smell it, you only felt a sense of old smell coming to your nose. Then you smell it again, but it didn't have much smell.

Can this really be drunk?

I'm afraid the old man has any dissatisfaction with him and wants to poison himself to death?

I scalded the pot with boiling water, washed the tea set, poured the tea into the pot, and then rushed directly into the teapot with boiling water, covered the lid, and soon held the handle of the pot with one hand and pressed the lid with the other, pouring out the tea soup inside.

The tea soup is so red that it turns black.

Can this tea really be drunk?

When I poured boiled water in again, the tea soup that came out was even darker.

The old man poured 7 minutes into the cup, clamped the edge of the cup with bamboo tea clips, and handed it to Liu Chunlai.

A faint sweet smell penetrated into Liu Chunlai's nose.

It made him unexpected.

Seeing that the old man was drinking, he pretended to pick it up and smelled it, and the smell became even worse.

When you enter the mouth again, don’t rush to swallow, and stir the tea in your mouth with your tongue.

slip!

Glutinous!

Sweet!

From the tip of the tongue to the throat, all kinds of flavors surge.

As soon as it entered the abdomen, it was like a burst of heat exploding on the body, just like in martial arts, it opened the Ren and Du meridians.

In fact, it was just a fucking sweat on my back.

The pores are all open.

Cool!
Chapter completed!