After a pause, Chen Wu finally gritted his teeth and asked, "How much for one string?"
Baldy Zhang stretched out his hand.
"Five hundred coins? Why don't you go and rob?" Chen Wu was so angry that his saliva sprayed on Chang'an's face.
Baldy Zhang was also sprayed, he wiped it with his hand, turned his face away and ignored him.
Chen Wu stood for a moment, took out two strings of copper coins from his arms and threw them to Baldy Zhang, took a string of beads directly from Chang'an's neck, and ran away quickly.
Chang'an tilted his head to watch Uncle Baldy count the money slowly, and finally he threw a string over and said, "Here, eighty coins."
Chang'an:
It turns out that Uncle Baldy is a big liar.
Baldy Zhang put 120 coins into his arms and said with a smile, "The little kid is really a little god of wealth. Uncle will follow you from now on."
Just like that, in less than an hour, Baldy Zhang fooled all the remaining beads to his acquaintances, including the ones in Qian's hand and sold them.
Qian held more than 400 coins, plus the ones her son had sold before, a total of more than 600 coins, and she smiled from ear to ear.
"Chang'an is really my aunt's little god of wealth. Come here, I'll buy you some plum cakes."
Qian bought five pieces of plum cakes, one for each of her children and two for Chang'an.
Chang'an was not polite. He thanked her and took them. He stuffed one for his aunt and ate the other.
Wu carried a backpack and picked up Chang'an: "Let's go home."
At this time, Song Laoliu and his wife also came back. They each carried a large basket of food. Song Sanshun also bought a large bag of paint and several brushes.
"Let's hire an ox cart." Song Sanshun said.
Song Laoliu: "We really need to hire an ox cart. There is one at the intersection. Let's go and have a look."
The crowd left the market and walked back to the intersection.
Chang'an lay on her aunt's shoulder and saw the little black dog stumbling after her. It stumbled every time it took a step. It was very pitiful.
"Dog." Chang'an couldn't bear it, so he whispered to her aunt: "Put me down."
Wu put her niece down and looked around again.
Most of the people in the market had already left, and even if there were a few stalls, no one was looking over here.
Chang'an squatted in front of the puppy, touched it with his little hand, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you following me?"
The puppy whimpered pitifully, stretched out its tongue and licked Chang'an's little hand.
Chang'an sighed, and a light flashed in the palm of his hand, and half a leaf disappeared.
The puppy paused for a while, slowly stood up, and its tail shook like a propeller.
"Chang'an, let's go." Wu picked up Chang'an and whispered: "People say that this dog belongs to the little bully. We can't afford to offend it and can't take it."
Although the little bully is not here, there is no guarantee that someone will not tell him that the puppy was taken away by someone.
Chang'an nodded, lying on her aunt's shoulder and looking at the puppy, feeling very uncomfortable.
She thought that if the puppy followed them out of the market, she would take it home.
The group of people walked farther and farther, and the puppy became anxious and stumbled after them.
When the ox cart was hired, Chang'an saw that the dog had followed them out.
She smiled as she sat on the ox cart.
The oxcart was moving very slowly,
and the puppy could barely keep up. The dog had been carefully raised, so it had good physical strength. After its leg injury healed, it could run for a while.
The oxcart left the market and soon got on the official road.
The puppy was covered in mud and looked very embarrassed, but it still managed to keep up.
There were no pedestrians on the road, so Song Sanshun stopped the oxcart and got off to carry the dog onto the cart. "Here, you can feed it from now on." Song Sanshun put the dog next to his niece.
Chang'an smiled and hugged the dog in her arms.
The dog also licked her face desperately, obviously very excited.
Goudan touched the dog with envy and said, "Let's feed it together from now on."
"Yeah."
In the evening, the few people finally returned home
. When Wu pushed open the firewood courtyard door, she saw that the lock of the main room had been pried open.
Wu was shocked and ran into the house. She saw that the house was turned upside down, bedding and clothes were thrown on the ground, and the box was opened.
"Sanshun, there is a thief in the house!" Wu was so scared that she hurried to check where she hid the money. Fortunately, the ground was fine and there was no sign of digging.
Song Sanshun put down the backpack with a gloomy face and went to check his own food.
Sure enough, the food rations when the family was divided were gone.
Song Sanshun ran to the kitchen again. The two large iron pots in the kitchen were gone, revealing two black stove mouths.
The water tank was also smashed, and the water in the tank spilled all over the floor, soaking the firewood beside the stove.
The pots and bowls in the cupboard were all broken, which was obviously someone's deliberate mischief.
Song Sanshun's face turned pale, and he immediately understood who had done it.
He walked out of the door quickly and strode towards the new house.
Wu was afraid that her husband would suffer, so she took Chang'an to Qian's house and hurried after him.
The door of the new house was ajar, and a person was secretly looking out.
Song Sanshun kicked the door and kicked the person who was hiding behind the door and peeping.
It was Xiao Zhao who fell to the ground. Seeing Song Sanshun coming in murderously, she couldn't help but screamed: "What are you doing?"
Song Sanshun ignored her and rushed directly to the kitchen, where he saw two iron pots in his family placed in the corner, covered with a wicker basket.
He was so angry that he kicked the wicker basket away, rushed to the main room with an iron pot, and found his father Song Baqi who was sitting cross-legged on the kang picking his teeth.
"Dad, what did my son do wrong that you treat me like this?" Song Sanshun threw the iron pot to the ground and asked harshly.
Song Baqi was frightened by his son's harsh words. He sat up straight, pointed at Song Sanshun and cursed: "How dare you talk to me like this? You are a rebel!"
Song Sanshun: "Dad, I ask again, why did you pry open the door of my house? Why did you steal the food and break the food in my house? Dad, are you my real dad? What do you want to do?"
Song Baqi looked a little ugly and didn't know what to say for a while.
Jizu said he wanted to take back the iron pot, and he didn't object. After all, the two pots were bought by his wife.
But he didn't agree with Jizu prying open the house to look for money.
But things have already happened. It's too much for Sanshun, a child, to yell at his father like this!
"Rebellious son! How dare you talk to me?" Song Baqi slammed the table, pointed at Song Sanshun and shouted, "Get out! Don't step into this place again!"
Song Sanshun looked at his father, then suddenly smiled, picked up the iron pot and turned to leave the room.
Seeing her stepson leave, Lao Zhao showed a mocking expression on her face, and quickly stroked Song Baqi's chest: "Hey, Baqi, don't get angry, our family is all counting on you. Alas, Sanshun is too outrageous. Which son is as rebellious and unfilial as him? How dare he yell at his father? Even if our step-grandfather had a hundred leopard courage, he wouldn't say a word to you."
Song Baqi became even more angry, slamming the table and saying, "I should have strangled this rebellious son to death, so that he wouldn't be angry with me now!" Lao
Zhao was about to say something, but suddenly heard a series of ping-pong sounds outside, accompanied by the screams of Xiao Zhao and Yufeng.
She frowned and hurriedly got off the kang to put on her shoes.
Before he even left the room, he saw Song Yufeng running in like the wind, panicking, "Dad! Mom! It's bad! Third brother is smashing our things." (End of this chapter)