Maybe, there are too many, and Wang Xiulan will never believe it.

Then where does the money for selling piglets come from? My wife, don’t be kidding me, she is a delicious owner who wants to spend two yuan if she has one piece in her hand. It’s even more impossible to be happy.

"What's going on?"

Li Ermao looked through the cloth bag. "If you don't hurry up and cook, people are still waiting. What are you doing?"

"Old man, Xiao Ju just came back and said that the fourth child bought two little piglets."

"What, Fourth Brother, Guoxi is buying a piglet?"

The pipe rod in Li Ermao's hand almost fell to the ground. "Took the family's money?"

"Where is this bastard boy? Do you think I won't slap him?"

"How much less?"

"No less."

"Ah?"

Li Ermao wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
Chapter completed!