Ninety-nine group pet, I raised a little native dog into a big wolf dog

The money was hidden under the ashes in the stove pit. Unfortunately, Stone had the habit of scooping out the ashes before lighting a fire, otherwise the money would have been burned with a handful of firewood.

Shitou discovered the money on the day Wu Fangfang went to the market. He heard that everyone else had come back from the market but Wu Fangfang didn't, so he guessed what was going on.

Therefore, he stuffed the money in advance into the cotton-padded bag that Moran made for him and placed it casually in her room without anyone noticing.

How much exactly?
There are countless stones.

"How did you hold back from counting?" she was curious.

Anyway, she couldn't help it. She would definitely count the money as soon as she found it.

After the stones were almost cleared, they returned to Chang's home together, got into her small house and locked the door from the inside. She even turned on the lights and closed the curtains.

"Count it." She rubbed her hands and said excitedly.

Shitou smiled and handed her the cotton handbag: "You count."

Then she's welcome!

The money was wrapped in a piece of paper. When the paper was shaken off, a lot of small-denomination notes were scattered, with a lot of steel coins sandwiched in between.

The largest denomination is five yuan a piece, which is the most gross, and there are also many one-cent, two-cent and five-cent bills.

I counted it four times before I figured it out, a total of 69 yuan and [-] cents.

This is probably all the private money that Wu Fangfang carefully saved.

She secretly took away the Ding family's money and left her own money with Shitou, probably because she was afraid that Shitou would not be happy to spend the Ding family's money.

"Maybe not," Shitou had a different idea: "She probably took away big tickets from the Ding family. One ticket was worth a bunch, so she gave me the change that took up a lot of space."

It's also possible that, after all, the Ding family was so angry that they ran to Shitou's house and rummaged around without caring about anything. What was taken away must not be small money.

But no matter how Wu Fangfang could leave money to Shitou before leaving, it shows that she still has a little affection for Shitou.

She lay on the kang with her chin in her hands, looked at the stone, and asked hesitantly: "You know it was her who poisoned your mother, so what about you?"

Shitou stuffed the wrapped money back into his cotton-padded hands and said expressionlessly, "I've seen my mother help her father hold her down."

Glancing up at her, Shitou continued, "I was afraid of being beaten and didn't save her. She was trying to save herself. I have nothing to say. My mother has been dead a long time ago."

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

When Shitou said this, his mood was stable, as if he was gossiping about someone else's family, which was a bit strange.

The strange stone pushed the cotton hand to her: "Here you go, take it."

"What should I use your money for? Aren't you afraid that I will use it to buy delicious food and not give it to you to eat?" she teased deliberately.

Not only was Shi Shi not nervous, he also laughed.

He grinned, showing his white teeth, and smiled brightly.

"You can spend whatever you want, buy delicious food and eat it yourself." Shitou said naively.

Really childish.

She gave him a blank look and stopped teasing him.

"Okay, I'll keep the money for you. If you need anything you want to buy, just tell me and I'll give you the money."

She put the cotton glove into the cabinet, took out a pair of woolen gloves from the drawer of the kang cabinet and threw them to the stone.

"My mother has cleaned up so many times and still forgot to put these gloves on my third brother. Now my hands are freezing when I go out without gloves. I'll give you these gloves."

Stone has a temper!

He picked up the wool glove, looked at it and threw it back.

"I don't want it," he said.

"Hey, why not?" There's nothing wrong with the gloves, they were knitted by Moran himself.

She guessed: "You think the color doesn't look good? What's wrong with the red? This was knitted by taking apart my sweater!"

Hearing this, Shitou climbed onto the kang and picked up the gloves and put them on directly.

"I think the color looks pretty good, so just wear it." Shitou said.

This person... has an idea for a while.

Shi Shitou seems to really like those red woolen gloves. He puts them on as soon as he goes out, and rolls them up and puts them in his pocket after wearing them. He looks after them even more carefully than his books.

But even if he likes it no matter how much he likes it, he won't take off his autumn clothes and long trousers and still wear them all day long!
"Stone, do you like red?" This was the only reason she could think of.

Shitou looked at her strangely, hesitated to speak, and then said: "Yes, I especially like red."

Remember, stones especially like the color red.

So, after summer, Shitou got a pair of red sandals...

Shitou looked at her with a speechless expression, and after holding it in for a long time, he said, "Is it really for me?"

What, you don’t like it?

The style everyone wears, Shi Shi’s favorite color, how could he not like it!
"If I don't give them to you, who will give them to you! These are exchanged for the rags my father kept in the shed. My mother needs to change the pots. I think these sandals look good, so I gave them a new pair for you."

"Would it look ugly if a man wears red sandals?" Shitou was a little shaken.

She quickly said: "It's not ugly! A good-looking person will look good even if he wears a sack on his body and wears straw sandals on his feet."

"You think I'm good-looking?"

Stones will focus on the key points.

She was also very down-to-earth, nodding her head sincerely and saying, "You're so beautiful. You're the prettiest kid I know."

"What about Li Xueyang?" Shitou asked.

"You two are different." She Beier replied seriously: "You are not as fair as him, but you are better looking than him. And you have grown taller recently and are taller than him!"

"Then do you think it's better to be fair or like me?"

……

How big is the stone? Why do you always want to compare your beauty with others?

"Everyone is fine, you're all fine."

"Oh!" Shitou replied dully.

He stuffed his red sandals into his bag and ran away without saying a word.

What do you mean?
Why are you still angry when you talk so nicely?

The heart of a stone is like a needle in the sea, and it is impossible to fathom it.

The impenetrable stone ranked No. 1 in the final exam, but there was no tie for No. 1.

She took second place and Chang Wendong took third place.

She didn't do well when her results came out, but Shitou was not happy at first.

"The teacher must have made a mistake. I'll go find Teacher Zhao." Shitou said solemnly.

As soon as she finished the exam, she realized that she had made a mistake in writing a question carelessly. Teacher Zhao had calculated correctly, but she just didn't get a perfect score.

After explaining to Shitou, he still didn't believe it. He asked Teacher Zhao for the paper and read it himself. After reading it, he asked her: "How can I get this question wrong?"

"I know this question well, but I was careless. It's okay. Just be more careful next time."

She can do it, but the stone can't.

Shitou has been depressed since the results came out. Even when Teacher Zhao handed out the No. 1 reward, he looked depressed.

"What's going on? You have to be happy if I get the same test result as you?" When she got home, she said helplessly to Shi Shi.

Shitou lowered his head and picked at his fingers, and said dullly: "You shouldn't be wrong on that question!"

She didn't want to make a mistake, wasn't she careless?

It doesn't make sense, Shitou is just unhappy.

Little Shitou hadn't been coaxed yet, but when Chang Wenxi took Li Xueyang home, Shitou was even more unhappy to the naked eye.

Thank you all for your support, thank you for voting and collecting, thank you. I have a surgery tomorrow and may not update.