Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

In the small flat house, only a chandelier on the roof exudes a dim light.Three adults sat around the square table, and two other people stood behind Fang's father and mother. A place was reserved on the table for Fang Xiaobao.

Fang Xiaobao put down his schoolbag, but did not sit down in that position. Instead, he ran to the bed next to him, brought his small bench, and lay down on the bed to do his homework.

The homework for the fourth grade is not difficult, but the teachers here are not good at teaching. In order to finish those homework, Fang Xiaobao has to work a little bit.

While he was working on his homework, the conversation over there began to continue.

Fang Honghua said first: "I have raised Xiaobao for so many years. Although he is not my own, I have also put a lot of effort into it. You have also seen that the conditions here are not good, but Xiaobao is my son. If there is anything good, I will use it first. If there is one egg, I will give him all. If there are two eggs, I will also give him one and a half. I treat Xiaobao as a son, and he will pay it back later. If you want to give me retirement, you say take it away, then I don’t have a son?"

"The inkstone was originally my son!" Mother Fang said excitedly: "If he hadn't been abducted, he should be in the capital with us now. How could he be your son!?"

Fang's father quickly hugged her shoulders and patted comfortingly.

Fang's mother also noticed that her emotions were too agitated. She took a deep breath and then calmed down and said: "I know that you can't bear to let the inkstone leave you. You are all mothers. I understand your feelings. It’s just that the inkstone is my son after all. I finally found my son. There is no reason why I should not take him home."

The room became quiet for a while.

Fang Xiaobao, who was lying on the bed doing homework, quietly raised his head.

He is ten years old and can already hear what the adults are saying.

He always knew that he was not the biological son of Hua's mother.From the time he remembered, the villagers began to tell him that he bought it from his mother Hua, and that he would care for his mother in the future. For this reason, mother Hua ran to the village and had a big quarrel with the villagers. After returning home I told him about his life experience.

Regardless of whether or not Hua's mother was born, Hua's mother treated him better than others. Others admired his Hua's mother. Fang Xiaobao didn't think it would be a problem if he was not biological.

But now his biological parents are here.

That should be his biological parents, right?Fang Xiaobao secretly looked at those people.

The clothes they wear are so beautiful.

Fang Xiaobao has never worn such good clothes.The richest person in their village is the head of the village. Da Zhuang can wear several sets of new clothes every year, but those new clothes are not as good-looking as those of the people in front of him.

His biological parents are outsiders, right?Fang Xiaobao knew that people in the big city outside were wearing beautiful clothes and driving beautiful cars. Even the house they lived in was tall and beautiful.University students from outside often come to support teaching. Those teachers are good-looking and wear such beautiful clothes. Fang Xiaobao knows about the outside world from them.

His biological parents are here, are they going to take him to the big city outside?

As soon as this thought came out, Fang Xiaobao shook his head immediately.He clenched the pen in his hand, and the nib firmly made a heavy mark on the paper.

He will not leave Mama Hua!

Where is Hua's mother, he is there!

He thought so, but the few negotiators didn't think so.

Fang's father and mother were determined to take him back. Fang Honghua bit her to death and didn't let go. The two sides held a stalemate for a long time, but the housekeeper took the lead in breaking the deadlock.I saw him walk out, and when he came back, he already had a paper bag in his hand.

He put the heavy paper bag in front of Fang Honghua.

"what is this?"

The butler smiled and said: "This is for you, as a reward for raising the young master for so many years."

Fang Honghua fell silent immediately.

Fang Xiaobao couldn't help but raised his head, and secretly looked over there.The paper bag is very big and it seems to contain a lot of things.

The most money he ever got was to spend the New Year's money his mother gave him. Not much, only five yuan, but it is a snack that allows him to eat for a long time. The pocket money he took last year for the New Year has not been spent yet. !

Before Fang Xiaobao finished thinking about it, he saw Mom Hua suddenly stretched out her hand, hugged the paper bag in front of him, and opened it in front of everyone.Fang Xiaobao's heart suddenly lifted. On the contrary, Fang's father breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"It's only one hundred thousand." Fang Honghua swallowed, and pretended to be calm: "Too little. I raised Little Treasure to such a large size, and all good things are for him. It took me a lot of effort. It also cost me two thousand yuan, how can it be one hundred thousand... one hundred thousand is just so much, how can my little treasure be only worth one hundred thousand yuan?"

There was a look of contempt in the butler's eyes, he didn't speak, and looked at Father Fang.

Father Fang nodded, and then he said again: "So in your opinion, how much fit should it be? Don't worry, our master really wants to take the young master back, as long as you are willing to return the young master, it is up to you For the hard work of the past few years, no matter how much we are willing to do." He emphasized the word'hard work'.

In fact, everyone present knows that in such an environment, it doesn't cost much to raise a child to such an age. One hundred thousand is already a huge sum of money for this family.

Fang Honghua hesitated for a moment. She glanced at Fang Xiaobao and noticed her son's gaze. Her heart trembled. She gritted her teeth and said, "One million!"

"one million?"

"What? Can't it?" The woman seemed to have the confidence, and immediately straightened her back, and looked at them confidently: "If you can't get a million, no one can snatch Little Treasure from my hand. "

For this impoverished mountain village, one million is an unimaginable number for ordinary people. Everyone can't even think about it. Fang Honghua dared to say this number, and he was sure that these people would not be able to.

Since it can't be taken out, then no one wants to take her son away!

The housekeeper chuckled, "Ms. Fang, if you only have one million, our Fang family can't afford it."

She stagnates.

"It's just... Did you know that selling children is illegal?"

"Illegal!?"

"Our master is kind and decided to let you go. In fact, as long as we call the police, the police will arrest you immediately. Then we won't need to spend a penny. You have to think carefully." "Our master is kind, but he's not a great person."

The woman's aura suddenly withered.

Fang Xiaobao finished writing the last number, closed the workbook, and carefully retracted it into the schoolbag together with the blunt pencil. He drew the zipper of the schoolbag and stood up holding the schoolbag.

Then he heard Hua's mother say: "The two hundred thousand, one point can't be less!"

"no problem."

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Fang Xiaobao turned his head in panic. All the adults looked at him because of the sound just now. Mother Fang burst into tears, but Mother Hua turned her head.

Fang Xiaobao doesn't know how much two hundred thousand is.

But he probably understands that for this two hundred thousand, Hua's mother doesn't want him.