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Chapter 474: The hot beans are cold

Duan Wangfu.

Sheng Minglin went back with the sachet.

At this time, the seventh prince returned to the palace, Huo Chenzhao went to see his wife, and Shen Lingjue also went to the Honghu Guards. Neither of them were there. Sheng Minglin first hung the sachet for himself, and then knelt down to tie it with Zhuzhu.

Zhuzhuer had just woken up and was still a little lackluster. She put it on his shoulders like a small rag, with her two little arms still hanging down. Nunuu asked: "Where are the four pots?"

Sheng Minglin said: "For fourth brother, Uncle Huang will give it to him."

Tuanzi nodded and asked, "What about Sister Lychee's?"

Lychee hurriedly said: "How can a slave afford such a thing from the gods?"

"I can afford it!" Tuanzi said immediately, "Zhuzhu wants it from my mother!"

Lychee was given by the Queen, and her status is different from other servants, so she can indeed use it.

However, other servants generally cannot give it.

This circle has its own rules. For example, if all the servants of Prince Duan's Mansion had a precious thing, it would seem less precious. Then the emperor would give it to him, and the meaning of them giving it away would be meaningless.

Fortunately, Zhuzhu couldn't think of this, because she didn't have any awareness of who was her servant. In her heart, the servants belonged to the family, and the family affairs were not her responsibility.

Of course Sheng Minglin didn't mention it, he just smiled and said: "Zhuzhuer can give it to whomever she wants. Zhuzhu will think about it first, and then my brother and Zhuzhu will write a letter together. When mother helps us finish the box tomorrow, we will Send the letter and post together."

Zhuzhu nodded and held her little finger: "One for Qin Guoguo, one for Han Jiujiu, one for Han Wanwan, one for Lulu, one for Dayi Guoguo, one for Xiaoyi Jiji...one for Sister Dajing, and one for Xiaojing. A sister..."

Sheng Minglin nodded with a smile.

So after breakfast, Sheng Minglin took out a pen and paper and said to Zhuzhu: "Whatever Zhuzhu wants to write, just say it, and then my brother will help you write it. You can learn it again and you can write it well. Write it correctly." Yes, just write it on the post, okay?"

Tuanzi nodded, quite happy: "Okay."

Then she thought about it and said: "Four pots of pot..."

Sheng Minglin said: "Fourth brother doesn't need to write. Uncle Huang will give you the beans for fourth brother."

Tuanzi argued: "But, even if Uncle Huang gives him trouble, Zhuzhu can still give him in debt! Otherwise, how could Si Guo Guo Guo have Zhu Zhu love him?"

Okay, Sheng Minglin will start writing.

Zhuzhu said from the beginning: "Siguoguo, why didn't you come to play with Zhuzhu? Zhuzhu misses you... Siguoguo, you are a Doudou who is not afraid of the cold. Zhuzhu wants to give Siguoguo and Siguoguo Sister-in-law, one for each, we can go out and play even if it’s cold... Zhuzhu’s family has a new house. The new house is very nice and the windows are bright. I can send some flowers to Shanda..."

Zhu Zhu'er kept talking for a long time, and her kind brother reminded her again: "Zhu Zhu'er, there are too many words."

The dumpling cat tilted its head, with a cute little face: "It's been a long time since we last seen each other, but it's been a long time since we last saw each other. Of course, it's a lot of making! It's all the care that Tie Zhuzhu takes!"

Okay...it's been a long time since I haven't seen you for one night.

So Sheng Minglin smiled and continued writing.

Tuanzi's enthusiasm for the new house hasn't subsided yet. As he talked, he walked to the window to take a look, and rolled around in Shanda Huahua's nest. He talked about every place again, and then finally ran out of words. , turned around: "Zhuzhu is done!"

Sheng Minglin stopped writing, asked someone to move the table to the window, and then pasted the paper he wrote on the window: "Okay, Zhuzhu, let's start copying. When will you copy correctly and in order? Then you can write a post.”

Tuanzi nodded, came over with his short legs, happily sat in front of the window, took the pen and started writing.

Sheng Minglin smiled, walked to Shanda Huahua's mat, lay down, pillowed his hands, and even wanted to take a nap.

Zhuzhu wrote and wrote seriously, wrote and wrote, wrote and wrote...

After a quarter of an hour, she said: "Pot, pot, pot, pot!"

Sheng Minglin said lazily, "Huh?"

Tuanzi squeaked and said: "Zhuzhu thinks that there is no need to call Si Guo Guo Guo Guo. You can also call it Si Guo. That's what dad calls it. You call it Si Guo Guo... no, Si Guo, It's also called four pots, right?" Sheng Minglin said sincerely: "Yes, that's right."

After a while, Tuanzi said again: "Pot!"

Sheng Minglin was very happy: "What's wrong, sister?"

Tuanzi said: "Zhuzhu and Siguoguo are of the same mind. Zhuzhu doesn't say he misses Siguoguo... Siguoguo, Siguoguo must also miss him a lot! So there is no need to write a debt letter!"

Sheng Minglin: "Zhuzhu is right!"

Tuanzi said again: "Zhuzhu's house, wait and see when Siguoguo comes to mess with it, won't it just have a few words? In fact, it doesn't matter if Zhuzhu doesn't need to write it down, is it OK?"

Sheng Minglin: "Yes, yes!"

After a while, Zhu Zhu'er threw the pen away and came over to scratch his leg: "Pot, pot, pot, pot! Zhu Zhu wants to write a new letter."

Sheng Minglin stood up with a smile: "What to write?"

Tuanzi had a serious face, thought for a while, and said: "Si Guo, give me Doudou... no no, Si Guo, give me Doudou, you're not afraid of the cold! Well, that's not right!"

Tuanzi shook his little hands wildly and thought blankly for a long time. After exhausting all the wisdom of three and a half years old, he finally said firmly: "Pot, sister-in-law, beans, hot!"

Sheng Minglin burst out laughing at that time and was shaking with laughter.

It's so concise. The key is, it really summarizes all the key points. Even if he wrote it, that would be it.

Sheng Minglin laughed so hard that his stomach ached, and he wrote it again for her. He only wrote these four words.

Zhuzhu practiced it several times with great effort, then solemnly wrote it on the post, put it aside, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sheng Minglin smiled and said, "Who should I write to next?"

Tuanzi said: "Qin Guoguo!"

She started to wring her fingers: "Qin Guoguo has a lot of dads. Let's get one for each person. How many...how many should we tie?"

Sheng Minglin smiled and pressed her head: "Seven."

He didn't expect that she still remembered several of Qin Jiangbai's fathers. Those seven old people suffered too much and were not in good health. They could indeed give one to each of them.

Plus Qin Jiangbai will give you eight first?
After all the calculations are done, if there are enough, you can give him a few more coins to hang in the house. After all, he is one of your own.

So it was really difficult to go from extravagant to simple. At that time, I smoked a bag of cold ice stones, and there were always thousands of pills. I had few friends at that time, and I had no place to give them to. When I divided them, I didn’t feel that they were not enough, unlike now. Gotta count the points.

But speaking of it, many people were given the Ice Stone at that time. You can take advantage of this time to give some to your close friends, but you can't tell Zhuzhu about this, otherwise Xiaotuanzi will be very worried. How to write such a long letter?
Brother, sister-in-law, beans, hot, beans, cold?

He snickered for a while, then looked down and saw Xiaotuanzi with his head lowered and still wringing his fingers.

Sheng Minglin smiled and said: "Including Qin Guoguo, there are eight people."

Zhuzhu: "Oh!"

He suddenly realized that Tuanzi was counting the number of words in the letter, so he smiled and waited.

Tuanzi pushed back and forth for a long time, then raised his head and said: "Pot, Dad, you, beans, hot!"

Her little voice jumped out word by word like this, it was so fun, Sheng Minglin almost couldn't write with laughter.

Tuanzi’s sleeves were all covered with ink, and he wrote and wrote with great effort, and finally finished it.

The next one is Korean wine.

Zhuzhu was already experienced and immediately said: "Hanjiujiu, bean, hot!" "Han Wanwan, bean, hot!"

(End of this chapter)