Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 82 Ferrules
I think she didn't start reading until she was four or five years old, but Fu Bao has already started writing story books.

"It's okay, maybe God likes me more, so he made me so smart." Fu Bao looked smug.

Then she is not smart, after all, she has lived two lives.

During this meal, only Shen Yan'er was talking, asking Fu Bao a few questions from time to time, while the others buried their heads in eating.

After eating, Shen Yan'er greeted her and left impatiently.

She was going to borrow the script from Shopkeeper Yang.

Until Shen Yan'er left, Wen Heng stood beside Fu Bao and whispered, "Do you want to tell shopkeeper Yang not to let him reveal the author of this script?"

Fu Bao was stunned, "Why?"

Wen Heng took a look at Fu Bao, he was usually so smart, how could he be so stupid in this matter, "What if everyone comes to you to borrow books and copy books? If they all give you money, do you want to borrow it or not?"

"You're right, if someone gets angry because of this, it will be troublesome." Fu Bao said thoughtfully.

"Fifth Brother, you and Shopkeeper Yang..." Just as Fu Bao was about to explain, Zhang Xiaowu nodded repeatedly and stuffed a lion's head in his mouth.

After swallowing the lion's head, "I know what to say. I'm full. Fourth brother, clean up the table and take home the leftovers. I'll go now."

After Zhang Xiaowu left, Zhang Laosi cleaned up the table and watched the people coming and going on the street.

Fubao wants to go shopping.

"Fourth brother, I went out for a walk with Cousin Heng, and I'll be back in a while."

"Wait for your fifth brother to come back, let him take you there." Zhang Laosi said while tidying up, "Be careful that someone will take the two of you away."

"It's okay, it's okay, I won't go far, besides, I'm so smart, it's okay." After Fu Bao finished speaking, he dragged Wen Heng away.

When Zhang Laosi came back to his senses, the two had already run to the entrance of the alley, "Fu Bao, come back..."

Zhang Laosi stomped his feet anxiously, but there was no one guarding the shop, and he could not leave.

"Fourth brother, you go back, we'll be back in a while, and I'll buy you delicious food." Fu Bao made a funny face after speaking and dragged Wen Heng to the main street in one breath.

There are many people coming and going.

The sound of hawking on the street is endless.

The last time I was in Fucheng, it was the first time I found sweet potatoes and came to sell sweet potatoes.

It's been almost a year, and the Chinese New Year is less than two months away, which is pretty fast.

"Fu Bao." Wen Heng held Fu Bao's hand and stood there, without moving.

Only then did Fu Bao realize that Wen Heng seemed to be in a bit of a mood.

"what happened?"

"You can't do this anymore."

"Ah..." Fu Bao was confused, what happened to her.

"You can't be disobedient, you can run out if you say so." Wen Heng added.

"I'm not alone, it's because of you, hehe, I promise, it will be next time." Fu Bao raised his hand and swears with a smile.

"You..." Wen Heng was stroked by Fu Bao, and he was wearing a tall hat again. He was in a good mood instantly, and his tense face was a little moved.

"Okay, okay, I have money with me, let's go buy something delicious." After Fu Bao finished speaking, he dragged Wen Heng to start the shopping mode.

"Two rings for one penny, whichever one is in the bag will be taken away." Many people gathered in front of a small stall, and the shouts of the stall owner were endless.

Fu Bao pulled Wen Heng and squeezed in.

I saw a middle-aged man yelling, and there were a lot of things on the ground, including brushes, inkstones, food, a small bag of rice, a small bag of noodles and so on.

"I want to play too." Fu Bao whispered, although he knew that this penny must be a waste, because he couldn't win at all.

"Then buy one that costs two cents." Wen Heng looked at Fu Bao's eager but frowning expression, and he knew that she cared about money.

After finishing speaking, he took out two coins from his pocket, "Boss, come four times."

"Okay, take it, young master, this is yours." The boss smiled even brighter when he saw that it was two children. It seemed that they were here to give money.

"Here is Fubao." Wen Heng handed Fubao a circle.

Fu Bao, who got the circle, looked around the things on the ground, and his eyes stopped on a table, which was in the third row.

I saw Fu Bao squatting down slightly, lowering his center of gravity, and then throwing the circle in his hand with a swish.

As expected, nothing hit.

"Brother, brother, come quickly, that flour is still there." Suddenly, two small carrot heads squeezed in from the other side of Wen Heng.

The younger one looks about the same size as Fu Bao, and the other one is a bit taller than Wen Heng, and looks like he is seven or eight years old.

It's late autumn now, but the two of them are still wearing single clothes, which are torn in some places.

Fu Bao couldn't help but take another look.

"It's okay, come again." Wen Heng withdrew his gaze, and handed Fu Bao another circle. The latter took the circle and took a deep breath.

Adjusted the strength of his hand and threw it out.

This time the force was too small, and the circle fell on the open space in the second row.

"If you keep working hard, little lady, you will get the bracelet soon." The owner of the booth said with a smile.

The onlookers also followed suit.

"It's okay, there are two more." Wen Heng comforted in a low voice.

Fu Bao threw it again, it was over, it was thrown too far, and the circle was all except the boundary.

Fu Bao sighed, "Hey, it seems I can't do it, so come on."

Fu Bao gave up the last circle to Wen Heng. Wen Heng took a look and threw the circle out of his hand.

Missed.

"Boss, how many catties are flour and white rice?" asked the boy among the two children who had just entered.

"It's two catties, and it costs a lot of money in the shop." The boss introduced proudly, "Why do you want to come to two laps?"

Seeing that the two children were dressed in tatters, the boss didn't feel disgusted, and asked with a smile. After all, a penny is not expensive.

If you can make a lot of money, you can make a lot of money.

"Give me two." After thinking about it, the little boy took out a penny from his pocket and handed it over.

"Okay." The boss handed over two circles.

"Okay, I contributed two pennies, let's go." After Fu Bao finished speaking, he pulled Wen Heng to leave, but when he saw the boy's posture, he stopped in his tracks.

"Wait, let's go after watching." The boy squatted down, held the circle in front of his face, gestured, and then made a few more throwing movements.

I circled around the line that the boss had drawn before, and finally stopped on the other side.

"Brother, come on, it's okay if you don't hit." The little girl beside him comforted in a soft voice, her dark eyes sparkling.

While speaking, the little boy threw it out, and it was firmly placed on the flour cloth bag.

The smile on the boss's face disappeared instantly.

"I hit it, brother, you are so good." The little girl jumped three feet high, extremely excited.

The boy blushed slightly, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Boss, please bring me that flour."

The boss looked gloomy.

(End of this chapter)