Houmen's concubine

Chapter 31

The well water in this era is naturally sweet and tastes better than brown sugar water.

When Wang Zhong and his son heard this, hey!She couldn't bear to drink brown sugar water!

Wang Tong'er didn't know that the father and son would get the wrong idea again, she really didn't like to drink this sweet syrup.

When Wang Jiahui brought over a bowl of brown sugar water, he had no choice but to drink the brown sugar water that he kindly poured over, and then carried the heavy wooden box with both hands and handed it to his brother. Xiao Zui did not forget to explain further that they would accept the money: "Brother, my sister will rely on you in the future only if you are promising. What is the use of this little money? It can make my sister live a good life for the rest of my life?"

Although Wang Zhong is an honest person, he is not the kind of elm-headed person. He is a smart and transparent person. After Wang Tong'er cried so eloquently, why can't he understand his daughter's painstaking efforts?
At my age, I haven't thought far ahead of my daughter.

Only when the son is successful can he give his daughter a good life and not teach others to bully him.

After figuring this out, Wang Zhong said happily in a loud voice: "Okay! Huier, you can take over my sister's money, and you can't disappoint Tonger's kindness. From now on, our family will have an extra income. From this year At first, Huier went to the academy to bring lunch."

Only then did Wang Tong'er burst into tears and smiled: "Then Tong'er is going to make lunch, and after eating, I will help my brother go to the street to buy two sets of thick new clothes."

"Okay, listen to Tong'er!" The father and son agreed in unison with the corners of their mouths bent.

Seeing that they agreed, Wang Tong'er was relieved, and walked briskly to the kitchen to cook. Today is the first day of the new year, but there are no other dishes in the kitchen except dumplings, Chinese cabbage and a few coarse grain pancakes.

The dumplings were also divided into two types, one was more gray and black mixed grain dumplings, and on the other side were more than a dozen white flour dumplings.

Wang Tong'er couldn't help being moved, and used chopsticks to pick apart a rough girl dumpling, only to find that it was filled with cabbage and tofu cores.

Open the white noodle dumplings again, and there are indeed pork vermicelli dumplings inside.

Needless to say, the pork vermicelli dumplings are definitely reserved for her.

The original owner loves dumplings made of pork vermicelli. Every time she comes back, Mrs. Zhao will make a few dumplings and put them aside for her to eat alone.

Ugh!
So touched...

She was even more moved than the villa, jewelry and limited-edition designer bags that her parents gave her in her previous life!

This is like the kindness of parents who only have a bowl of porridge left to drink, but also leave the rice grains in the porridge for you to eat.

How can you not be moved?
"Ahem! Why is Tong'er so sad again?" Wang Jiahui, who came in behind her, asked distressedly.

"No!" Wang Tong'er blinked her eyes and smiled back at him.

"Brother is here to cook the stove, you sit there and wait for a while for the dumplings to be cooked, and the meal will be served right away."

"Oh, okay, let me peel the garlic and seasoning."

Wang Tonger continued to talk to her brother while poking the garlic cloves: "Brother, no matter when you have to wear warm clothes and eat enough to eat, do you know that? You must also buy good pens and inks, and don't save money. How can you do it without good pens and inks?" Can you write beautifully?"

"I understand, Master Wang Tong'er!" Wang Jiahui said while bowing to her.

"Puchi!" Wang Tong'er laughed happily.

"Hehe! What did the brothers and sisters say they were so happy?" Wang Zhong also grabbed the small stool with both hands and came to the kitchen with a "clack clatter".

"I'm so happy to go to the street with my brother after lunch!" Wang Tong'er instantly turned into a little girl who just wanted to play with the troubled world.

After a simple lunch, Wang Tong'er pulled her brother's sleeves and was about to go shopping. Before leaving, she went to the toilet first.

Huh?
This toilet seat is more perfect and firm than what I drew on the drawings, and it is quite comfortable to sit on.

She couldn't help but paraphrase a slogan: Dad no longer has to worry about going to the toilet...

"Brother, bring enough money, don't come back to get it if you don't have enough money." Wang Tong'er reminded her before leaving.

She touched her small bag, and there were more than a dozen silver coins sent by Huang Yu from the son of the world, which seemed to be worth a lot of money!

"There are a lot of people on Hui'er Street, so be careful to protect Tong'er so that you don't get crowded." Wang Zhong told his son.

"Daddy, I know."

The brothers and sisters went out and walked through a few large courtyards of other people's houses to the street. The street is very lively today. Both sides of the street are mostly selling snacks, as well as pearl flowers and rouge pollen that the big girls and young wives love to buy.

"Yellow oranges, red pomegranates, red persimmons and prickly pears, sweet and sour!"

"Osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root and candied sweet potato are glutinous and sweet, come and buy them and try them!"

"Flavoured earrings, red velvet flower bracelets, pearl hairpins and sweet-scented osmanthus oil, take a look, little girl!"

Wang Tong'er just finished eating a bowl of dumplings from home, and she's still not hungry.

She only wanted to help her brother buy a set of the Four Treasures of the Study, famous copybooks, and of course clothes, so she was not greedy.

It's just that the larger shops on the street are basically closed for rest, leaving only the festive couplets on the gate facing you.

However, there were also a few small shops that opened their doors halfway to greet customers.

Because the merchants know that if they want to buy clothes and jewelry, they have already bought them years ago, so the business must be slow.

This year is so busy, it is only natural to take this day off.

Today, all the shoppers come out to play, besides buying food and gadgets, there are also jugglers.

The most lively thing on the streets during the Spring Festival is juggling. All kinds of skills, such as pole climbing, rope jumping, drum board singing, etc., are all folk skills, but it’s rare to see these outside of festivals?

Wang Tong'er didn't pay attention to these fun and delicious things. She looked around intently to see if any bookstores and clothing stores were open for business.

"Tong'er, are you thirsty? Is there someone selling horseshoe sugar water here and want a bowl?"

"Tong'er, are you hungry, how about some fine flower cakes and money flower cakes?"

Wang Jiahui was asking his sister for advice, and stopped at a pastry stand to buy these pastries. The merchant wrapped them in dried lotus leaves and tied them with coir raincoats for him to carry in his hand.

He knows that his sister loves pastries, and she is usually not at home.

I don't have any spare money, so I'm using her money to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.

Amid the crowds, Wang Jiahui was afraid that his sister would be squeezed, so he leaned sideways and carefully shielded her from other people's collisions with his arm that was not holding anything.

"Selling sugar man, selling sweet sugar man..."

Wang Tong'er looked at the yelling of the sugar seller, and saw that the yelling was a young craftsman in his 30s and [-]s. There was a smooth stone on the simple long table in front of him, and a stone on the left side of the stone. There is a pot full of syrup, and to the right of the stone stands a shelf tied with straw.

　If you encounter parents who favor sons over daughters, they will only squeeze their daughters to subsidize their sons.

　　Wang Tong'er was very lucky. Although she didn't dress up in a wealthy family to be the eldest lady, she did dress up in a family that loves her children. Even if she is a servant girl, if she is poor, she will be poor, and a family with love will suffer.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)