Mu Qi chased after him, stood opposite him, stretched out his right hand, and said seriously:
"I see you in the guard room every morning, but I never know your name."
"I hope to be with you now. Let's get acquainted formally."
"I, Mu Qi, am sixteen years old and will be a sophomore in high school next year."
The uncle looked at him for a while, then raised his arm and shook hands with him.
"Zhang Jun, fifty-eight years old, never went to school."
Mu Qi smiled:
"Grandpa Zhang, nice to meet you."
...
on the way back to the village.
Mu Jianfeng covered his pocket with money, and did not forget to tease Mu Qi:
"My parents say I am smart, I think you are not bad either."
Knowing that Zhang Jun is not simple, he seized the opportunity to make a friend, and we will do it again in the future. Private sales are also convenient.
Fortunately, he used to worry that the fourth child would turn himself into a nerd by studying.
Mu Qi did not deny it.
Uncle Zhang also said that people should seize the opportunity to climb up.
But he was also respectful and polite enough to Uncle Zhang.
Both parties are interested in making friends, so it can be considered the best of both worlds.
Night falls.
The bells on the cow's neck jingled.
Mu Nannan heard the noise and hurriedly ran out to greet it.
"Dad!"
"Uncle!"
"Second uncle!"
"Fourth uncle!"
She called everyone with a loud voice, waving her meat paws.
"Hey!"
Mu Jianfeng saw his frightened daughter resurrected with full blood, and held her in his arms with relief and curiosity.
He gently pinched her face with his rough fingers and said,
"Have you missed Dad?"
Mu Nannan said sweetly,
"Yes!"
"I still miss uncle and the others!"
Boss Mu and others felt soft in their hearts.
They all began to envy the third child.
To have such a well-behaved and caring daughter like Nan Bao.
Boss Mu's eyes moved to the door. When he saw Mu Sheng trotting over, imitating Nan Bao's example, he immediately squatted down and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.
Although his son was not as soft as Nan Bao in his arms, he still liked it when his children were close to him.
As a result,
the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.
"Dad, have you bought something delicious?"
Mu Sheng followed his petrified posture and rummaged around in his pocket.
At the end, it was empty.
"Not even a candy,"
he complained quietly.
His father is too poor.
Is it possible that the pork was not sold?
Boss Mu's eyebrows jumped.
I kept brainwashing myself:
This is my biological son, I can't beat him, I can't hit him.
"Dad, I left you the chicken cake that my little brother gave me. It's sweet, soft and delicious."
Mu Nannan's sweet milky voice floated from the main room.
"My daughter is so considerate."
This was Mu Laosan's proud and showy voice.
Boss Mu: "..."
Why is there such a big difference between my son and my daughter?
No matter how resentful he was, he still got a piece of chicken cake in the end.
never mind!
My son has a leak, but my niece is keeping warm.
The adults who came home late played closely with the children, and then the family discussed money matters.
There was a pile of bills and change on the table.
From one cent, two cents, fifty cents to ten dollars, Mu Qi and Xu Lanxin clicked for five or six minutes.
Mu Nannan sat side by side with his brothers, listening to the money counting with bated breath.
"The total is seven hundred and ninety-nine yuan and seventy-three cents."
"The bills include: one bicycle ticket, eighty catties of meat tickets, one hundred catties of cotton tickets, three industrial coupons, and two foreign exchange coupons."
Xu Lanxin was organized. After clearly reporting the accounts.
Everyone in the room gasped in unison.
A total of more than seven hundred yuan, nearly eight hundred!
The dozen or so of them saved less than 400 yuan for several years.
Unexpectedly, he sold two wild boars and earned twice his family's savings in one day.