Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 290: Is Porridge a little magic stick?

Congee suddenly felt that her butt was cold. She had no idea that her own father was walking further and further on the road to death. She blinked blankly, without thinking much, and trotted up to Qin Er, pulling him with her. Off to do the mission.

Today's tasks are similar to yesterday's. They still have to spend the day with their meager living expenses.

Porridge first ran to the river and caught a few fish. This time, they were looking for the fish they saw from the fish stall owner yesterday.

Looking at the goldfish in his hand, Zorridge put it back.

For the first time, I was a little bit disgusted with gold. Hmm, it looks good but not useful, but gold is still reliable.

As soon as the goldfish entered the water, it swam leisurely away with its tail wagging, a bubble spitting out of its mouth, and its swollen eyes full of innocence.

Blame it?
It's easy. The ones that are used in Chinese medicine have already been put into the pot. It's safe to grow like this.

He took the fish to the vegetable market and sold it quickly. Porridge happily took the money and smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.

Seeing this, Qin Yan rubbed her little head in amusement, "How will you make money today? Or sell wool?"

Hearing this, Qi Zhou glanced at him, hummed softly, and said with his hands on his chubby waist: "Who said that, Brother Dafu knows a lot of things, he doesn't just know how to make wool."

While he was talking, he saw Qin Er walking over with a bunch of colorful ropes and waving to Congee.

Porridge immediately ran over and sat on the side of the road skillfully.

Qin Er handed her the extra colored ropes, leaving only one in his hand. With his fingers flying, he quickly tied a small braid on Zou Pou's head.

The hair and colorful ropes are intertwined, looking cute and cute.

Porridge shook his little head, touched it with his little fat paw, and said with some regret: "It's not as good-looking as mine."

Qin Er's hands were quietly behind her back, hiding her hairband.

Although he thinks Cai Cai looks good no matter what, his hairstyle is a bit careless and affects his business.

But she didn't expect it, but she clearly remembered her lucky charm in her little head. She spread her hands and said, "Brother Dafu, where is my lucky charm? Put it on me quickly."

Qin Er shook his head, "You have to highlight the hairstyle I made. If you wear it, you won't be able to see it. That way, you won't be able to make money."

After hearing the last sentence, Porridge stopped insisting.

"Okay then, Brother Dafu, you have to distribute my fortune and don't lose it."

"Yeah." Qin Er nodded.

Seeing Lu Zhaozhao looking at her eagerly, Qin Er pulled her to sit down. Qin Er tied up her hair without saying anything.

After he finished, he looked at their hair and couldn't help but touch his chin. His brows were slightly furrowed. They were both thick, but too short, so they couldn't take advantage of them.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Lan came over and said, "Dafu, please get one for me too."

She has long hair.

Qin Dun's eyes suddenly lit up, "Okay, Aunt Three, take a seat."

Porridge immediately made room for her.

Xiao Lan's hair was of good quality and smooth, and Qin Er's hands were skillful. It didn't take long to braid it for her.

The colorful rope makes her look a little more youthful and energetic, making her look better.

Porridge said "Wow" and circled around her several times like a puppy, wagging her tail vigorously, "Third Aunt, you look so good!"

Xiao Lan smiled and raised her chin slightly, "Let's go."

Congee nodded vigorously and pulled Lu Zhaozhao to follow her. Huo Jian, the tool man, also followed.

Huo Jian: "Wow, Aunt Xiao, fat girl, your hair is so beautiful. Who braided it for you?"

Porridge: "Brother Dafu made it."

Huo Jian: "Where is Brother Dafu?"

Congee: "It's at the intersection over there, right in front of the supermarket. He can also do many hairstyles. They're all very beautiful." The little drama queen read the advertisement loudly, attracting passers-by to look over.

Xiao Lan is good-looking, and she stands out among the crowd. Each of her little carrot heads is cuter than the last. Together, they have a [-]% chance of turning heads.

Following her words, I looked at the hairstyle. It was really good.

It happened that they were passing by there, and not long after, many people gathered in front of Qin Er's stall.

Lu Yanyu was so amazed that he couldn't help but give Qin Yan a thumbs up, "Brother Qin, your tutoring of children is so down-to-earth."

He is already the richest man, yet he still works so hard.

This skill cannot be acquired without working for eight years.

Qin Yan raised his eyebrows. He was embarrassed to say that the whole family only had these two money-crazed people. They didn't need any teaching at all, they were already very good at making money.

Xiao Lan took a few children around and solicited business.

When Congee returned, she saw many people standing there waiting. She rolled her big black eyes and immediately took out the talisman from her bag. She opened her little mouth and shouted: "Fortune teller." Here, the peace amulet, the marriage amulet, the fortune teller, the fortune teller, the fortune teller, it’s two yuan a time, if you can’t buy it, you’ll suffer a loss, and you won’t be fooled, so come and do the math.”

The voice was milky, but extremely penetrating.

The director's foot slipped and he almost fell down. He was dumbfounded as he watched Congee turn into a little magician on the spot. He was a little dumbfounded. This operation was really unexpected.

Lu Yanyu looked at Qin Yan with a somewhat speechless expression. He wanted to ask but didn't dare.

Does his family still teach their children this?

Noticing his gaze, Qin Yan raised his chin proudly. Yes, his porridge was amazing!

The cameraman was also a little hesitant and whispered: "Director, can this be broadcast?"

Propaganda of feudal superstition will be banned, right?
The director wiped his face, looked at the barrage, and said "Huh".

[Hahahahaha, my porridge treasure is actually still a little magic stick, very powerful, come and do the math for my sister. 】

[I heard that Qi Zhou grew up in a Taoist temple, maybe he really knows how to do it. 】

[Don’t tell me, she folds the talisman very well. 】

I saw Qi Zhou taking out a piece of yellow paper and a cinnabar pen and started drawing on the spot. He finished it in one go and looked decent.

But no one believed that she would really do it.

But it doesn't affect anything, just treat it like a child playing house.

Looking at the netizens who were making fun of me, the director breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, keep going."

Anyway, the Qin family will take care of everything, so he has nothing to be afraid of.

I have to say, it’s cool to have a backer.

At that moment, many people were attracted by the porridge.

Anyway, I was quite anxious while waiting, and a round-faced girl came towards Congee and asked with a smile: "Kid, please help me do the math."

"Okay." Seeing a guest coming to the door, Chuzhou quickly gave her a small stool to sit on. He sat cross-legged on the ground, holding three copper plates in his little chubby hands, winking and saying the sutra and asked: "Sister, what do you want? What kind of?"

The girl thought for a moment and said, "Just do the math and figure out what it is."

Anyway, it was originally meant to coax children to play.

Congee nodded, looked at her face carefully, and said, "Sister's face is very good. Her face is plump and her complexion is rosy. It is a sign of family harmony. She is also very safe and smooth. She has not encountered any major disasters."

The girl nodded, this is indeed the case.

"However." Congee's voice changed, and Xiao Naifa became more serious. "Sister, the position of the sun angle is a bit dim. The sun angle is the father and the moon angle is the mother. This means that your father is sick."

As she said that, she took out a porcelain bottle from her bag and poured out a red pill. "This medicine can cure it. Sister, do you want it?"

(End of this chapter)