Wang Changhai's words almost made Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan fall off her chin.

In the past, when the mother and the mother were discussing the Wang family business at home, they discussed countless possibilities.

Zhao Jun even suspected that his grandfather might have made the big smoke gourd. After all, the beards on the mountain planted big smoke gourds, and his grandfather probably had a crack in the middle.

But Wang Meilan said it was impossible because the beards on the mountain were planting two or three ridges of smoke gourds and boiling them into two big bowls. They didn't sell them at all, and they all shared them for everyone as a gift.

Use painkiller.

The most important thing is that Wang Meilan always believes that his father will never make that kind of money.

Today, Wang Changhai revealed the answer. It turned out that Wang Dazhang was the overlord of the underworld, and he also had more than a thousand beards under his command.

This answer was something Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan never expected.

At this time, Zhao Jun turned to look at Wang Meilan. Zhao Jun said nothing, but his eyes flashed, as if asking: "Mom, don't you say that my grandma is a serious businessman?"

Wang Meilan blinked her eyes twice, but she didn't expect that she was actually a gangster lady.

"Hey?" Zhao Jun suddenly remembered something and asked Wang Changhai, "Grandpa Six, how can my grandma support these bearded guys?"

If you don’t rob a house or resell “tobacco”, what business does the king slap in his hand support the number of people who are worth a thousand people?

The first grain was not good that year, and the corn planted at the foot of the mountain was only twelve or thirteen centimeters long.

Not to mention farming on the mountain, the more than a thousand people eat and wear clothes.

It is not easy to raise more than a thousand people.

"Selling tiger blood balls!" Wang Changhai said: "What are you selling horses? Fresh goods, but they are not worthy of chicken feathers compared to this."

"Ah?" Zhao Jun was shocked. He remembered the 4,000 yuan Wang Changhai had taken out before. He hurriedly asked Wang Changhai: "Grandpa Sixth, how much could a tiger blood ball be sold in that era?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Changhai raised his hands, crossed his index fingers, gestured to Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan, and said, "Ten small yellow croakers!"

"What?" Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan's bloodline burst out with wealth-minded attributes. The big eyes of the mother and the two of them shone, and they said in unison: "Ten little yellow croakers!"

In the early years, the old government had units specializing in making gold bars. They cut gold bricks and pressed them into gold bars of different specifications, including ten taels, five taels and one taels.

These gold bars are common among the people. Gradually, ten taels of gold bars are called big yellow croakers, while one tael of gold bars are called small yellow croakers.

This ten tael, one tael is not the metric fifty grams, but the old system is based on sixteen taels per pound.

In other words, that small yellow croaker is equivalent to the current 31 grams of gold. According to Wang Meilan's consumption in the mountains, if a small yellow croaker is sold in gold at this time, it is no problem for 1,500 yuan.

How much does it cost for ten small yellow croakers?

"Uncle Six." Wang Meilan asked Wang Changhai anxiously, saying, "That little yellow croaker... no, how did you make that tiger blood ball?"

"This..." Wang Changhai smiled bitterly when asked by Wang Meilan, and said, "Lanzi, you ask Uncle Six, don't know if you don't know."

Zhao Jun, Wang Meilan: “…”

I don’t know... You said that Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan were a little disappointed for a while.

"Grandpa Six." Zhao Jun asked, "Then no one knows?"

"Yes, can it not be?" Wang Changhai said this. When Wang Meilan heard Zhao Jun, he immediately felt energetic. The mother and the two of them asked in unison: "Who? Who knows?"

"My elder brother!" I don't know why Wang Changhai said so naturally and was justified.

Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan both curled their lips, and Wang Yanshuang also reached out and pulled his father.

"Uncle Six." Wang Meilan smiled and said, "Why don't you say that the old immortals know?"

Wang Changhai was stunned, and at this time Wang Yanshuang was already laughing out loud.

"You little boy!" Wang Changhai raised his hand and pointed at Wang Meilan, and smiled: "This mouth is still so black!"

"Haha..." Wang Meilan smiled, picked up the cigarette box on the table, took out the Shilin cigarette, and distributed it to Wang Changhai and Wang Yanshuang.

This is also Wang Changhai. Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan didn't mention it anymore. He muttered to Wang Meilan, "The little grandson of your fourth brother and third family..."

"Ouch!" Wang Meilan looked at Wang Yanshuang in surprise and said, "Fourth brother, how many children are you?"

"Three! They are all boys!" Wang Yanshuang raised his hand and gestured, and smiled, "We are living with the third child now. His little bump has been born, and he has been sick and sick. He has to be given injections and medicine.

It's always shameless."

Faceless is a Northeast dialect, which means something unclean.

A child’s shamelessness is that he cries for no reason at night and does not sleep well.

"How old is the child!" Wang Meilan asked, and Wang Yanshuang said, "You're five years old during the Chinese New Year."

"That's not good." Wang Meilan said so. Wang Changhai sighed: "Like Qingming Festival, July 15th, October 1st, we dare not let him go out. Without saying anything else, we just stepped on someone's burning paper.

I got down there and I had to make trouble at night when I got home, and I would make trouble for several nights."

"Oh my god!" Wang Meilan frowned and said, "This is not OK."

As he said that, Wang Meilan looked at Wang Yanshuang and asked, "Fourth Brother, have you taken the child to see it?"

"Look." Wang Yanshuang sighed, "Is it a doctor or a surgeon? I have taken him to see it, how many times have you seen it?"

Seeing a doctor includes internal medicine and surgery. Here, Wang Yanshuang took out the surgery separately, which clearly stated that this is a special surgery.

Here, it is called surgery to find someone like Old Han.

"The sixth uncle and fourth brother." At this time, Wang Meilan guessed the purpose of the two of them and immediately asked the Wang family's father and son: "Then come here to find tiger blood meatballs to cure my little grandson's illness?"

"Yeah, Lanzi." Wang Changhai nodded heavily and said, "If you eat Huzi meatballs, you will not only be sick, you will be shameless and you will not dare to go to him at all."

"Then our family doesn't have it, Uncle Six." Wang Meilan sighed and said, "If I have it in my family, I can give it to my little grandson any."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Tsk!" Hearing Wang Meilan's words, Wang Changhai, who was smoking a cigarette, squeaked his mouth and said, "It's okay, Uncle Lanzi. Come back and take a look.

Isn't this good, you?"

"Sixth Grandpa, fourth uncle." At this time, Zhao Jun stood up and said to the Wang family father and son: "You guys sit down."

"What are you doing, son?" Wang Meilan asked, and saw Zhao Jun pointing to the west room. Wang Meilan didn't understand what Zhao Jun meant, but she didn't ask again.

At this time, Zhao Jun said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, please recognize the needle and sew the clothes for my sixth grandpa and my fourth uncle."

"Oh, it's not that good." Wang Meilan quickly got up when she heard this. The Wang family's father and son were also busy stuffing money into their cotton jackets, while Zhao Jun walked towards the west room.

After a while, Zhao Jun came back with something in his arms. When he entered the house, he heard Wang Changhai say to Wang Meilan: "These 4,000 yuan is not enough. But your sixth uncle really has no choice."

"It's okay, Uncle Six." Wang Meilan said: "Just this relationship between our two families. If there is really a relationship, what else can I do if I give you one?"

They are all relatives, and they are far and near.

Just like Wang Changyou, the old man slapped Wang in Changling that day, and Wang Changhai was also a uncle-in-law brother. But when Zhao Jun came back that day, he mentioned that person, Wang Meilan immediately shook his head and signaled him not to mention that person.

"Grandpa Six, do you think this thing is OK?" Zhao Jun walked to Wang Yanshuang and Wang Changhai was sitting inside. Zhao Jun placed the things in his hand on the kang table, located between Wang Yanshuang and Wang Changhai.

"Yo!" When Wang Changhai and Wang Yanshuang looked up at Zhao Jun, both of them were surprised in their eyes when they saw Zhao Jun.

"What about this thing?" Wang Changhai held Huya in his hand, and Zhao Jun had already sat opposite him.

"Grandpa Six." Zhao Jun pointed to the tiger teeth in Wang Changhai's hand and said, "This thing cannot be cured, but if you go home, you can get a hole in it and put a rope on the child's neck. You don't dare to be shameless.

We're calling us."

"Oh!" Wang Changhai was extremely excited and clasped his fists at Zhao Jun and said, "Big grandson smashed..."

"Okay! OK!" Seeing this, Zhao Jun quickly stood up and held Wang Changhai's hand and said, "Grandpa Six, I'm a junior, how can you do this?"

"Big nephew!" Wang Yanshuang also looked excited and said, "You don't know, the child at home has been worried about us."

"I won't have any worries this time, my fourth uncle." Zhao Jun sat back and told Wang Changhai: "Sixth Grandpa, you have put your teeth away. After you get home, you can burn the kang at home and you can eat some meat oil.

Ah, badger oil, apply it and rub it to save it from cracking.”

"Well, yes, I understand, my grandson smashed it." Wang Changhai held the tiger's teeth in his hand as he spoke, and then looked at the cotton jacket on Wang Meilan's hand.

This tiger's teeth will be put into the inner pocket of the cotton jacket in a while.

"Big nephew!" At this time, Wang Yanshuang, who was grateful to Zhao Jun, couldn't help but praise Zhao Jun, "No wonder they call you Fuhu General? Are you really evil? He broke off his big claws?"

"No, fourth uncle, haha." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "This teeth have been for many years."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jun paused for a moment before looking at Wang Changhai and said, "Grandpa Sixth, this tooth was given to me by Shao Tu's claws."

"What?" Wang Changhai was shocked when he heard this and said, "Is that old beard still alive?"

"Yeah!" Zhao Jun nodded and said, "I am in my 90s."

"Come on!" Wang Changhai said: "Before I knew him, he was not young."

"Sixth Grandpa." Zhao Jun recalled the conversation with Shao Tuzhu that day, and said to Wang Changhai: "When he gave me these teeth that day, he said that he knew the tiger-killing general before, and said that these teeth were given by the tiger-killing general.

.”

"Then he knows it." Wang Changhai smiled and said, "I know it too."

"Ah..." Zhao Jun said in surprise: "That tiger-killing general is in the same group as my boss?"

"It should be." Wang Changhai knocked out the cigarette butts and said, "That's not my control. I don't know what's going on, but they always fight."

Hearing Wang Changhai's words, Wang Yanshuang asked, "Dad, where did you tell me?"

Wang Changhai turned his hand back and smiled and said, "I'm in charge of allocating supplies."
To be continued...