Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

The string of sugar gourd in her hand has eaten three, and the remaining two are saccharified and pasted on her little hand.

Nangong Beibei and Lengfeng quickly walk to their daughter and look at her excited expression. Only when they come in can they know what she is looking at.

Today, there are a lot of people in the street. People come and go. It's like holding a festival. You can see people coming and going, hawkers shouting, and jugglers everywhere.

Leng Nianqing stops in front of a small stall, which has been surrounded by many people.

It's almost three inside and three outside.

Nangong Beibei saw that he was playing a game.

This game is similar to the game in modern ferrule.

But now the game is to put things on the ground, three yuan or five yuan a few circles, let you set, set which prize, which prize is yours.

Those prizes are mostly cheap things. The more expensive things are put in the back. Unless they are lucky, they are almost useless gadgets in the front.

A lot of people like this kind of small game, just play, don't cost much money.

There are also things here, but they don't use ferrules. They shoot arrows.

In the distance, there is a special board with big and small rings on it. If you shoot the corresponding ring, you will get the corresponding prize.

Nangong Beibei has a look. The biggest circle is about the size of an ordinary washbasin. Almost everyone who comes to play the game hits that circle, but the smallest circle is only the size of the fingernail cap of the thumb. That is to say, to hit the smallest circle, you have to shoot the whole arrow straight into the circle.

It can be said that the person who can shoot in that circle must have the strength to walk through a hundred steps.

The boss also paid a lot of money for the prize that hit the smallest circle.

It's a pure white fox skin, without any mottle.

Fox fur is expensive, so a pure white fox fur, let the onlookers all rub their hands, want to go up and have a try, although serious archery may not be able to hit the nail cap earth circle, but the game itself is a fun, and archery deviation, in case of hit, can get that fox fur, earn more.

At the moment, the archer is a fierce looking man with a body of flesh. He has shot five arrows in a row. Except for the first arrow that hit the biggest circle, the back four arrows all fell into the air.

"Take aim at this arrow."

"To fox fur, fox fur, if you win, you will be developed."

Some people are not optimistic about lowering the voice: "all four arrows did not hit, this person can not do it, that is to say, grow big, not in use."

The onlookers whispered. The big man was disturbed by the noise. He yelled angrily, "shut up."

Just standing there, he felt very oppressive. With a loud drink, the crowd around him immediately calmed down.

The big man raised his bow and arrow again, drew the string and took aim with great momentum. His rough finger belly loosened, and the arrow left the string and flew out

Lost!

"Well, I didn't win again."

"I said he couldn't do it."

"What's the best prize I've won since then?"

"Let's see, the best is to shoot to the fifth circle. Fox fur is in the Ninth Circle. No one can shoot it."

The crowd around whispered, and the man didn't shoot, looking frustrated.

The stall owner was a smart looking middle-aged man. Looking at the six arrows of the big man, he only hit one arrow and showed a shrewd and philistine smile: "Oh, it's a pity that he didn't hit. This hero, do you want to play again? Maybe he will hit the next arrow."

"No more, no more." The big man missed a few arrows, broke his fortune and made a fool of himself. He rudely pushed away the boss, turned around and left.

The boss is not angry, bowing to send people away, and began to yell: "ten money three arrows, ten money three arrows, hit the thing is your, good fox fur, good fox fur!"

During this period, several people moved their hearts and tried, but failed.

Leng Nianqing looks at the present on one side and suddenly reaches out his little hand and pulls a corner of Lengfeng's clothes: "Dad, Qing'er wants it."

Leng Feng asked, "what does Qing'er want?"

"Dad, Qing'er wants to drum up." Then he stretched out his chubby little hand.

Leng Feng looks along Leng Nianqing's eyes. Her little hand refers to a rattle drum. On both sides of the drum is a lovely Fuwa. Children of this age are easily attracted by some food and gadgets.

That rattle is the simplest one. Just hit the biggest ring.

Leng Feng touched Leng Nianqing's little head and said in a warm voice, "if Qing'er wants it, his parents will win it back for you."

"All right." Cold read count a little head, "Dad, come on!"

"What Qing'er wants, his parents will win it back for you." Cold wind said, strode to the boss.

As soon as the boss saw someone coming, he was stunned by the cold wind.

The man in front of him was tall and handsome, with extraordinary bearing. He didn't look like an ordinary person.

The smile on the boss's face immediately piled up like a blooming chrysanthemum: "this hero, do you want to play?"

"Well." Cold breeze light ground should, threw a piece of silver to the boss casually, "nine arrows!"

The boss took the piece of silver, first a Leng, looking for the copper to cold wind, cold wind said: "you keep the money."

He had made up his mind to take the pure white fur, which matched the color of Beibei's hair.

He didn't care a little bit of silver.

The boss just as a rich injustice big head, happily to accept the money, quickly and respectfully handed cold wind nine arrows.

Lengfeng took the bow and one arrow. Nangong Beibei took the other eight arrows.

He stood outside the line, slender as a bamboo, squinting at the circle in the distance.

I don't know why, as soon as he stood there, the people around him were all quiet for a moment, as if they were shocked by his momentum for a moment.

Slowly the cold wind raises the bow, takes the arrow, pulls the bow, whew

The first arrow, flying out.

Hit the biggest circle.

Some of the onlookers applauded, but that's all. There's nothing to praise for winning the biggest circle.

At first, the boss thought that Lengfeng might have some strength. He secretly pinched his own sweat. Seeing that he shot an arrow and only hit the biggest circle, he was immediately relieved. He went over with a smile, took the rattle and handed it to Nangong Beibei.

Leng Nianqing had already run past and stood in front of Nangong Beibei. He stretched out his fat hand: "drum, drum! Qing'er wants to drum up. "

The boss hands the rattle to Leng Nianqing, and Leng Nianqing shakes the rattle happily.