Wen Ruwan suppressed a trace of anger in her eyes, and secretly roared: All the way with your father, they are all things that don't know how to lift!

If it weren't for the fact that Qiao's family lived a wealthy life and had no worries about food and clothing, she would have been too lazy to please their family with her little daughter-in-law.

She just doesn't want to go back to that shabby place in Xicheng to suffer!

Qiao Mu walked in front with Xiao Lin'er in his arms, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked carelessly.

As the sun rises, the flow of people on the main street begins to increase, and many people are bustling towards Wanhua Square.

"I see that Li Yuanwai's flowers participating in the competition can come out on top. ”

"Yes, now those high-ranking families are also rushing to participate in this Ten Thousand Flowers Festival. We, the poor people, have no way to live. ”

"That 100 catties of rice, I don't think we can even think about it. ”

The crowd whispered, and many sighed.

"Don't worry, I heard that there are still 200 participating encouragement awards, each of whom can get a pound of beans. ”

"But you have to rely on the brand number in your hand to draw a lottery, and you can only have it if you draw it. We've got to get the right cards in a hurry. ”

"Oh, that's a good feeling. ”

"Yes, yes, hurry up and get the sign. It's just that why did the city lord let those dirty guys in the East and West Cities in, and he still rushed with us to get the number plate. ”

Qiao Mu walked towards the stewardship that issued the number at the entrance of the square.

Since you came out to play, you naturally want to play out.

The number plate is a pair of thin, specially made small pieces of bamboo, with numbers engraved on the back with a knife.

The queue was long, but it was distributed quite quickly, and it didn't take long for them to get to them.

Qiao Mu and several children each took a pair of fun, and when they opened it, they were all lined up to more than 5,000.

"Sister, do you think I can smoke a pound of beans?" Qiao Hu couldn't help but sneer as he spoke.

"Little brother, it all depends on luck. You said that the whole city participated in this event, not to mention that it is estimated that there will be 10,000 people, it sounds like there are 200 participation awards quite a lot, in fact, compared with the whole number of people, this award ratio is really not high. ”

Qiao Hu nodded, "Uncle, you're right, it all depends on your face." If only I could get that pound of beans!"

"Hey, kid, who doesn't want a pound of beans? I want to take that pound of beans!"

"Maybe I'll be lucky enough to get it!

Arbor:...... Big brother, you don't lack that pound of beans, you said it so expectantly, and you got into a relationship with a stranger...... Seeing that she inexplicably felt that she might be so poor.

Really, it feels so disturbing to take a group of teases to the streets!

All kinds of flowers are placed along the street, and there is a large circle around the main street to the square, and the crowd is extremely lively.

As the day is close to noon, people who watch the flowers, all begin to cast cards, vote a piece to keep a piece, it is said that this night the city lord's mansion has a special person overnight statistics, the next day to announce the list of winners number plates.

At that time, as long as it is award-winning, with the number plate left, you can go to the city lord's mansion to line up to receive food.

Qiao Mu hugged Xiao Lin'er all the way to watch, and from time to time took down his sister's little hand that stretched out to "want a second flower".

Suddenly, the arbor stopped in front of a flower pot shaped like a begonia and blinked.

The old man who placed the flower pot was so happy that he almost jumped out, "Child, do you like to cast cards?"

It's a pity that it has been sitting for an afternoon, and only a few signs have been voted for, and the old man is about to cry, how can he win the award like this?

The whole family is waiting for the rice to boil at home.

"Grandpa, you pot of flowers...... What are you selling?" Qiao Mu's little face was expressionless, but his dark eyes were brighter than ever.