After the Lantern Festival, Zhang Yimei was also taken by Lu Qiang to the shop pù in the market to help clean up.

Lu Qinghe sat obediently at the table, biting a pencil of three dimes, and staring at the textbook in a daze.

"Little four, you and Meizhi are at home, your second sister and I will go get some firewood and come back, remember to write today's ten Chinese characters." walked away, Lu Baozhi was still not at ease and explained again and again, and asked the third sister to watch more, on such a cold day, don't let Xiaosi run out to play.

Lu Qinghe stood up, watched the eldest sister and second sister leave, and took the pencil from his mouth with a smile: "Third sister, hehe, let's go out to play?" ”

Obviously he is only five years old, why should he be locked up at home every day for Mao?

"No, don't look at me, don't try to buy me with money again." Lu Meizhi has long known that the pocket money in Xiao Si's hand should be the most among the four sisters. Many people say that in the future, the whole family's things, even the parents' money, will be given to the little four.

Dad's attitude towards Xiaosi, Lu Meizhi really believes Lu Yuanfang's words now.

"Third sister, I'll give you five yuan, how about you take me out for a spin?" I haven't been out for many days, and I haven't even heard a little of the gossip in the village, Lu Qinghe.

Aunt Ling that Pork Yuan asked his mother about before, and Pork Yuan deliberately said that his brother and sister were going out to work or something, Lu Qinghe was wondering if Pork Yuan wanted to express some information to himself?

"No, but I can sell you all kinds of gossip that has been rumored in the village recently, Xiaosi, do you want to buy it?" I don't study well at a young age, I love to be lazy, and I love to gossip. When I was young, I was so cute and smart, why did I grow up and become more and more stupid?

Lu Meizhi did start to dislike such a little four, why should such a little four be loved by his father?

However, for the sake of money, Lu Meizhi decided to do some things that Xiao Si liked, such as exchanging candy for gossip when the time came.

Lu Qinghe was amused by the third sister's bargaining and confident little appearance, the third sister in her previous life was quiet, so she would not be as obsessed with money as she is now.

"Okay, third sister, you say I'll give you a dime, see how much money you can make from me today." Now Lu Qinghe understands, as soon as he sees the eldest sister and the second sister at home in the past few days, the third sister immediately has no figure, dare to love, this goods have become a money fan, to collect gossip to make money for themselves?

This idea can't be Lu Wenhang's idea again, right?

Actually, this time Lu Qinghe thought badly, and it was not the third brother of the fourth child who came up with the idea, but Lu Yuanfang, who had fought with her.

"Lu Yuanfang and Lu Jiaqiu, the two of them quarreled/broke up, and the reason for the quarrel was that Lu Jiaqiu accidentally told Lu Yuanfang about copying her answers in the exam, and Lu Yuanfang was beaten by her mother."

What happened last year only broke out this year; However, Lu Jiaqiu and Lu Yuanfang, who were such good friends, actually quarreled over this kind of thing, Lu Qinghe was surprised, nodded, and let the third sister continue.

"Lu Laifeng went up the mountain to get firewood and caught a pheasant, I heard that it can be sold for a lot of money."

Lu Laifeng? The youngest daughter of the village shop owner?

If Lu Qinghe remembers correctly, this product is still in the same class as the third sister, and you can catch pheasants when you go up the mountain to get firewood. It's a stroke of luck.

"Teacher Xiaolu is pregnant, and I heard that they are twins."

"I heard that Mr. Lu's house is going to be sold, and it costs about 50,000 yuan." Lu Meizhi said, and compared with a hand stretched.

Lu Qinghe was a little surprised when he heard this news, in the entire Lingu Village, only Mr. Lu's house was made of blue bricks and red tiles, and I heard that it was handed down during the Republic of China. Could it be that Mr. Lu's condition has worsened to the point where he needs to sell his house to make money?

"The fifth child confessed to Li Fangfang, but he was beaten."

Hahaha, when Lu Qinghe heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "And then? ”

"What's the matter, the fifth child was beaten by Li Fangfang and couldn't fight back, but I heard that Li Fangfang said at the time that he didn't like boys younger than him, and then the fifth child was so angry that he almost cried, so he ran away."

Lu Qinghe couldn't stop laughing, but he got a pair of white eyes from the third sister: "Okay, I don't laugh, you continue." ”

Li Fangfang is four years older than him, and he dares to confess, which is really precocious.

"Lu Xuelei and Lu Xueming's father started a pig business together, and I heard that they cooperated with people from outside, and they made a lot of money in just one week."

These two names seem to be familiar, they should be children of the ancient village, they must be older than themselves.

Lu Meizhi saw Xiao Si's troubles, so he kindly explained two sentences: "They are all from the ancient village, and it is normal for the children of rich families to not be able to play with us." ”

"Pork Yuan is on a blind date every day, and I heard that all the blind dates are good-looking aunts."

Sure enough, Lu Qinghe nodded.

"On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Lu Xiaoqing's house in Shanggu Village was stolen, and I heard that a pressure cooker was dropped."

Well, another name that Lu Qinghe has never heard of, rich people, even a pressure cooker can afford it.

"Some people bet on how long it will take for our family's steamed bun shop to close."

Crackling, Lu Meizhi really took more than an hour, and the events that happened in the entire Lin Gu Village were as big as what was said at a meeting in the village, and as small as how many puppies were born to whose dog.

Lu Qinghe willingly and with admiring star eyes, he took out six pieces of three cents and gave them to the third sister: "Now after talking about the gossip, the third sister might as well tell me, how did you collect these?" If you tell me the truth, I'll give you two more cents. ”

Lu Qinghe is really curious, this gossip is not something that ordinary people can collect so completely, so much, so miscellaneous. With what she knew about the third sister in her two lives, she couldn't do it at all.

Lu Meizhi snatched the extra two cents given by Xiao Si, counted them carefully, and carefully received a total of six yuan and five in his pocket, and patted it to feel at ease.

It seems that he has long seen that Xiao Si will have this problem, so he took out a small textbook with a small Tian character grid and handed it to Xiao Si: "This is a diary written by Xiao Si, which records a lot of big and small things found in the village. Of course, there are many more that I exchanged for candy. Regarding Lu Yuanfang's private relationship with himself, Lu Meizhi finally decided not to tell Sù Xiaosi.

Lu Qinghe opened the fourth child's diary and saw that the handwriting of this product was really good, not at all like the words written by a first-grade elementary school student. The diary recorded in it is very short, and sure enough, it is similar to what the third sister said.

The third sister really knows how to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, this wisdom makes Lu Qinghe feel that the third sister in his previous life was the happiest among the five sisters, is there also this reason?

Seeing his father come back with two bags of flour in the evening, Lu Qinghe knew that he didn't have to worry about the problem of steamed buns at all, and wanted to see how those who bet that their steamed bun shop was closed were slapped in the face.

Sure enough, I saw that my father first took out a pound of flour, and after adding water and combining, he packed it in a bag and put it tightly under the quilt to prevent it from leaking in.

Lu Qinghe couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what are you doing here?" ”