But Wen Qing knew what he was going to say next.

At the age of sixteen, she became pregnant.

In ancient times, sixteen years old was already considered an old girl, she already had a family, and it was normal to have children. However, modern medical knowledge tells us that before the age of eighteen, the human body structure is not fully formed, and pregnancy and childbirth will cause serious harm to women.

"Grandpa, what happened to my mother when she was sixteen? Can you resist two little piglets? ”

Wen Sheng was speechless, how could he answer in order to satisfy Wen Yun's doubts and take Wen Qing's face into account?

Wen Qing said: "When I was sixteen years old, I had you, I could throw you high into the sky and catch you." ”

Wen Yun's eyes were shining, "Can that mother do it now?" ”

"I'll talk about it when I have the strength." Wen Qing was silent for a few seconds before he said this.

Wenyun was still happy to jump up.

Wen Sheng smiled slowly, these two living treasures made his life extremely gorgeous.

After they were gone, a beautiful white and elegant hand reached out and gently closed the carved hollow wooden window, which also blocked the sight of the two explorations.

In the middle of the city, the sound of their conversation was faintly heard.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"Look at what? It's all over, he's coming too early. ”

"Huh."

Walking through the bustling bazaar, Wen Qing remembered the matter of the wonton proprietress and mentioned it to Wen Sheng, he waved his hand casually, and said very casually: "That lady entrusted me to make a wooden flute for her little daughter, but coincidentally, I did it, but I didn't bring the wooden flute today." ”

Wen Qing said again: "The wontons we ate didn't give money." ”

"It's okay, I'll finish it next time."

"Haven't arrived in the West Market yet?"

Wen Sheng sighed and said, "How can it be so fast?" At least one more cup of tea. Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something before leaving? ”

Wen Qing didn't feel anything, she looked at Wen Yun, he didn't show his hungry expression, but Wen Qing understood him, so he told Wen Sheng to leave after eating. Sure enough, as soon as Wen Yun sat down, his little stomach gurgled and screamed, and he couldn't describe his stomach as hungry anymore.

Wen Qing was afraid that he would have too much gastric juice in his stomach and had no way to neutralize it, so he ordered a plate of sugar cake first. It is estimated that the sugar cake is sold in the morning, and after being heated on the pot again, it is steaming hot again.

"Dad, Wenyun, you eat some first." She pushed the dishes over.

Wen Yun looked at Wen Qing stunned, "Mother, don't you eat?" ”

Wen Qing touched his head, smiled rarely, and said, "You eat first, I'll eat noodles later." ”

Wen Sheng asked for three bowls of Yangchun noodles, the taste was so-so, and it was cheaper. People like them, don't they have to save some money?

Wen Yun swallowed her throat and refused very righteously: "My mother doesn't eat it, and I don't eat it either." ”

Wen Qing curled his fingers and flicked his little head, and said lightly: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"Alright, alright, don't keep forcing him to do things he doesn't like. Xiao Yunyun, you eat with your mother, I don't eat. ”

Gotta let it go, really think this is Kong Rong let the pear?

Wen Qing picked up a piece without any expression, the taste was sweet in his mouth, but the glutinous rice was a little hard, and he needed to chew it to eat it.

Seeing that she moved, Wen Yun also moved, but seeing that Wen Sheng hadn't eaten yet, he put down the sugar cake again and looked at Wen Sheng with blank eyes. Wen Sheng touched his face, he had a big pie on his face?

Wen Qing gently touched Wen Sheng under the table, and said with a sugar cake: "Dad, you can eat it too." ”

Wen Sheng can't help it, this kind of thing still forces him to be an old man, is there any heavenly reason?

There were only five pieces of sugar cake in total, Wen Qing only ate one piece and didn't eat it, and Wen Sheng only ate one piece. When Wen Yun ate the second piece, Wen Qing poured Wen Sheng a glass of water and pushed it in front of Wen Sheng along with the dishes containing the sugar cake.

Wen Sheng silently picked up the last piece of sugar cake, the taste in his mouth was too sweet, but why was his heart also sweet?

Yangchun noodles also came up, and the three of them lowered their heads at the same time with a tacit understanding, snoring and eating noodles, and no one said a word.

After lunch, Wen Sheng took them to make two sets of clothes, and said that they would come back to get them in three days. When it was time to pay, Wen Qing found out that the price of this shop was very expensive, for this dilapidated town, five taels of silver meant too many things, and Yangchun noodles alone could buy hundreds of bowls.

"Shopkeeper, is your business good here?"

Wen Qing suddenly asked about this, which made the shopkeeper stunned, and then said: "Yes, our craftsmanship here is good, and a piece of clothing can be worn for several years." ”

No wonder, if you want quality, the price is high, and if you want to be cheap, the quality is not high. Everything always goes one way or the other, and always obeys the law of conservation of energy.

Wen Qing began to feel that making money was a very urgent matter, Wen Sheng could get five taels of silver today, and could he get it tomorrow? Will you be able to get it the day after tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Money will be used less and less, and if they don't make money, they will have to wait to starve to death.

It's just that after walking around the street today, Wen Qing didn't find any special money-making opportunities.

Everyone was dressed poorly, and most of the things on the streets were sold that ordinary people could afford. True or false, you can't see it clearly with these eyes.

Wen Qing fell silent.

Wen Sheng thought she was worried about money, and hurriedly comforted her: "It's okay, I'll do more, there is still hope for this winter." ”

Wen Qing answered, and suddenly walked outside.

It was useless to wait where she was, she had to get out, after all, pie would not fall from the sky.

Wen Sheng shouted at her, and Wen Qing waved behind his back, "I'll go out to breathe." ”

"Yun'er."

He just wanted to ask Wen Yun if he wanted to go out together to breathe, but unexpectedly, Wen Yun hugged his thigh and whispered, "Ah Gong is injured, I want to accompany Ah Gong." ”

Wen Sheng smiled, raised his head and saw the shopkeeper's somewhat indifferent face.

For businessmen, their primary concern is profit. The interests of the superior are often more than the benefits brought to them by the inferior, and it is normal to look down on people. Wen Sheng got used to it and didn't feel inappropriate.

No matter how tattered they are, as long as they have a good heart, they are stronger than anything else.

After paying the money, Wen Sheng came out with Wen Yun, but Wen Qing could not be seen left and right.

Wen Sheng muttered, "Strange, where did Wen Qing go?" ”

"Grandpa, my mother is there!"

It turned out that only from the perspective of Wenyun could you see Wenqing squatting.

Wen Qing was studying the colored sculpture made by the man. Although there was a prototype of colored sculpture in the Neolithic Age-painted pottery, from ancient times to the present, it is the aristocratic kings who really master the color sculpture technology. Even if there are people who are proficient in colored sculpture, the methods are different.

The stall owner saw that she had been there for so long, and he didn't ask, nor did he express his intention to buy it, so he went with Wenqing.

"Wen Qing, do you like this?"

Wen Qing raised his head, "I don't like it." ”

She was just thinking, how does the colored sculpture dye the real thing? Where does the pigment come from?

The stall owner is so angry, I don't like you to squat here for so long?!

Wen Sheng took advantage of the stall owner's time to get angry, pulled Wen Qing and Wen Yun and ran, and when he got to the place where he put his things, Wen Sheng told them to wait outside, and he went inside to get his things.

Wen Qing looked at those words, she had learned a little calligraphy, she was not proficient, she just happened to be able to read. And she also recognizes these three words, which are - strange, goods, and residence.

Wen Sheng has acquaintances in such a place? Otherwise, how can you store things?

When Wen Sheng came out, Wen Qing helped him lift half of the things, and the rest of Wen Sheng refused to give it to her, saying that it was heavy, and let her only mention those.

"Dad, do you have friends here?"

Wen Sheng smiled, "Yes, he and I have been old friends for many years. ”