When it comes to money, Ning's father has already frowned habitually. For his farmer, supporting his two children to go to school is undoubtedly a heavy burden. Although Ning Zhongping didn't know how to be funny when he was young, no one laughed at Lan Feng and his party.

Ning Xiang's eldest brother Ning Boping was much more introverted than Ning Zhongping. He greeted Lan Feng and his party in restraint, then turned to his sister and said, "Sister, when will he come back? Are you still leaving?"

Ning Xiang smiled and took Ning Boping's back and said, "I've just been back for a while and I'm going back in the afternoon. Boping, you're tired of going to school, don't be too bitter. Don't you have any sisters if you don't have money? Come into the house and have a drink of water."

Ning's father frowned and said, "Xiang'er, how can you touch your money? That's your dowry money. I'll sell those bamboo carvings tomorrow. I think the others are not worth a few dollars. The platter can be sold for two or three hundred yuan. In addition, there is still some money at home, which is enough. Keep your own money yourself. Dad doesn't have the ability to support you in school, so how can you get your money?"

When talking about the dowry, Ning Xiang immediately blushed and said angrily: "Dad, what are you talking nonsense? You can't even beat the eight poles."

Everyone was smiling at Ning Xiang, but Lan Feng looked at Ning's father with excitement and greedily said, "Uncle, what did you say just now? Do you want to sell that platter for two or three hundred yuan?"

Ning's father turned around with some concern and said, "Yes, I don't know how much these crafts can cost. Boss Lan feels that it can't afford this price?"

Lan Feng smiled and said, "No, I am a businessman. I am thinking that it is better to do a business with my uncle. If you sell this platter to me, I will sell it to the city. The consumption level in that place is higher and may be sold at a good price. I will give you a thousand yuan. What's the matter if I sell it? "

"One thousand yuan?" Ning's father looked at Lan Feng in surprise, stretched out a finger and stared at him in disbelief. Ning Xiang also looked at Lan Feng in surprise. Lan Feng smiled slightly and said, "Yes, one thousand yuan, uncle, how about it? If it is not enough, I will add it."

"Enough, of course enough, but... but can that thing be worth so much? Will you lose money if you take it?" Ning's father asked with some concern.

Lan Feng smiled and said, "I never do business at a loss, I can definitely sell it for a good price."

Ning's father thought about the 1,000 yuan, which was about three or four times as many as he had originally planned. If Lan Feng could really sell it at a price higher than 1,000, he would be happy to give Lan Feng this opportunity to make money. He immediately decided to sell it to Lan Feng and said, "Okay, I'll sell it to you. Boss Lan will try it first. If it's easy to sell, I'll make some more for you."

Lan Feng smiled and said, "Okay, that's it. I'll try the market first." Lan Feng was secretly happy. He used the excuse to sell it instead of buying it himself, and Ning's father would not refuse to charge him because of Ning Xiang's relationship. He not only helped Ning Xiang's father, but also got what he wanted, so why not do it?

Taking this opportunity, Lan Feng pointed to the little guy in Lan Ling's hand and said, "Uncle, is there anything you can use to keep this guy off?"

Ning's father looked at the squirrel in Lan Ling's hand, lowered his head and looked up and smiled, "Yes, I saw some rich families on TV some time ago to build a small family for pugs. When I got interested, I also made one with bamboo slices. But no one bought it in the county and kept it at home. Although it was a little bigger, it was quite spacious."

As Ning's father said, he turned into the house and took out a delicate and small bamboo house. Lan Feng had to sigh at Ning's father's craftsmanship. Even the doors and windows were really made into shaft-type doors and windows that could be opened and closed. The bricks and tiles made of bamboo are lifelike, and the bamboos seem to have been specially treated, and they are shiny, which makes everyone sigh. There was also a step at the door. After seeing this, Lan Ling immediately took it excitedly and asked, "Uncle, how much does it cost?"

Ning's father laughed and said, "I don't have money, I can't sell this thing even if I take it. I can't bear to throw it away. Instead, I block it at home and give it to you."

Lan Ling thanked Ning's father sweetly, but Lan Feng was not artificial. So Lan Ling took it away. Lan Ling happily stuffed the little guy into the small room, closed the door and opened the small window. The little guy stretched out his head at the window and looked back, and his funny look made everyone laugh. Lan Ling smiled and said, "This little guy seems to like it inside. It seems that it is his house."

Everyone joked for a while, because Lan Feng suddenly bought the platter for 1,000 yuan, Ning's father no longer worried about his son's college entrance examination registration fee and review materials fee, and talked and laughed with everyone until the old man named Ning's father, who appeared at the entrance of the Ning family's yard. He put away his laughter.

The family respected the village chief and the elderly who came with the same village chief. These people came to help recite the difficult sutra of the Ning family. Lan Feng felt that he and others were not suitable for being present, so he stood up and said, "Uncle, you talk slowly, let's go to the surrounding bamboo forest to take a look around the scenery."

The village chief looked at Lan Feng and his party curiously and said, "Young man, wait, you should be Ning Xiang's boss. You have become a boss at a young age. I believe there is something extraordinary about us. We rural people have little knowledge. If you don't mind, sit down and give some advice. What about being a witness?"

Ji Ningjie said at this time: "Village Chief, it's not appropriate for us to participate."

The village chief smiled and said, "This lady, there is no secret in the village. If it weren't for the busy farming season, maybe everyone would have sat together to discuss it, and there was nothing inappropriate."

Ji Ningjie and Lan Feng looked at each other, and finally decided to sit down. After all, Ning Xiang was also Lan Feng's employee. However, Ji Ningjie spent all Li Yiran, Lan Ling and others to see the bamboo forest. Only he and Lan Feng and Xueying, who always followed Lan Feng, stayed.

Soon the village chief called out Ning Xiang's uncle and aunt and opened the court like a judge's case. Lan Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, and he became a member of the jury.

After the village chief began to "examine the case", Lan Feng understood what the Ning family's difficult scripture was. It turned out that it was because of property problems. Ning Xiang's grandfather left the house left by his brothers, and half of the houses were divided by his brothers. The land was also divided equally, but the problem was in the bamboo forest around the house. Ning Xiang's grandfather did not expect that this bamboo forest would become Ning Xiang's father's main economic income, so he did not divide the bamboo forest into two parts, but asked the two brothers to cut down whoever they needed to use. But in this way, seeing Ning Xiang's father making so much money from the bamboo forest, Ning Xiang's aunt looked at him, but Ning Xiang's uncle did not have the skills of his elder brother, so he could only watch Ning Xiang's father cut the bamboo forest every day to make money. His heart gradually became unbalanced, and the conflict arose, and finally developed to the point where the two brothers broke up.

Lan Feng sighed in his heart, whether in the city or in the countryside, whether it is a brother or a stranger, as long as it is involved in conflicts of interests, the conflict will be involved, and feelings will always be greatly reduced in the face of interests, even for brothers. The invisible hand of interests always tear the feelings between people.

Ning Xiang's uncle sat down in a depressed manner, but his wife first made a request that Ning's father should earn a share of his family's crafts, because Ning Xiang's father used bamboo that belonged to everyone. Lan Feng almost laughed after hearing this. This woman was really unreasonable and wanted to get something for nothing. Ning Xiang didn't say anything, and at this time she finally couldn't help saying, "Grandpa once said who can use it, don't you know how to use it yourself? You want to collect money with your legs raised at home. Don't you think that the money is too easy and worthless?"

Ning's father hurriedly stopped Ning Xiang and said, "Xiang'er, it's not your turn to talk, so stay with me."

But Ning Xiang's aunt started her strength again and cursed: "Damn girl, it will be amazing if she comes back after selling it for a few days? Who do you think you are? You will not be from the Ning family sooner or later, so it's not your turn to speak!"

The saying "selling people" made almost everyone angry, and even Ning Xiang's uncle was angry. He shook his hand and slapped the woman angrily: "Xiang'er is your niece. Is this what you said? Shut up."

Ning Xiang was so angry that her whole body was trembling. Feeling the anger on Lan Feng, Xueying, who was standing next to Lan Feng, suddenly flashed out and attacked the woman. Lan Feng was startled. Although this woman was really hateful, Xueying would either beat her to death or get rid of her. At that time, she would inevitably get into trouble. He hurriedly shouted: "Xue'er is back!"

Xueying had already arrived in front of the woman. The murderous aura in her body changed the face of everyone in the audience, and the woman was even more scared. Xueying held back when she heard Lan Feng's voice. She was almost pinching the woman's neck and quickly retreated. But his ghostly body movements made Ji Ningjie's face change, let alone these ordinary people. Lan Feng was extremely frightened when he saw everyone's faces and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the village chief, Xue'er also heard someone insulting Sister Ning, and couldn't help it. I'm so sorry."

Almost everyone looked at Xueying like a monster. Ji Ningjie said to the frightened woman: "This big girl, the village chief has come to negotiate and resolve the problem between you adults. You can't argue if you scold your niece like this. How can you say that she is also your niece? Maybe many years later, she will have to call you grandma when she comes back with her children. Wouldn't you feel ashamed if you scold like this? If Ning Xiang ignores family affection and sues you with a document, then
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