Before dawn, Mo stopped when his mother woke him up.

"Xiao Stop, are you going to catch the market?"

"Go!"

Mo stopped replying in a daze.

"Then you get up quickly!"

"Good!"

Mo stopped learning from his mother that today is July 7, 1997, the third day of the sixth lunar month, which means that Mo stopped being more than three years old this year, and after September 11th, he will be four years old.

The temperature in the morning was still a little cool, and Mo stopped being put on a small thin cotton jacket, coupled with a meaty little face bag, which looked very cute.

Mo Zhu's mother was wearing a two-red coat, and she simply cleaned herself up in the morning and set off.

Mo stopped following his mother closely and saw him carrying half a bag of grain, Mo stopped knowing that this half bag of grain was used to exchange for money.

"Mom, what are you doing with this half bag of wheat?"

Don't stop pretending not to know.

"I'll give you something delicious!"

She said without looking back.

"Medium!"

The two of them walked on the grassy path, and their shoes were wet with dew in a short time, but they couldn't care so much.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the sun gradually rose, revealing half of its fiery red head.

Along the way, I occasionally met a few acquaintances, but Mo Zhu didn't recognize them for most of them.

The two of them walked for about forty minutes, and finally arrived at the market, where there were not many people.

Many stall owners were busy setting up stalls, and Mo Zhu's mother put half a bag of wheat on the side of the road, then found two bricks and sat down with Mo Zhu.

After a while, it became lively.

There was a constant stream of people coming and going, and the wheat was sold out in less than half an hour.

Mo Zhu's mother shook the plastic bag of wheat and folded it.

This will already be a sea of people, Mo Zhu's mother held Mo Zhu's little hand, the two walked and stopped, and finally came to the location of the baked cake stall for more than ten minutes.

Mo Zhi's mother turned out the money from the wheat sale just now and bought Mo Zhu a baked cake.

Mo stopped grabbing the baked cake with both hands, the baked cake was still very hot, Mo stopped quickly returned the baked cake to his mother, and then pinched his ears with both hands.

It took a while to recover.

"Come, I'll blow it for you!"

Saying that, Mo Stop's mother put the baked cake to her mouth and blew it lightly a few times, and then handed it to Mo Stop, and the baked cake was really not hot.

This biscuit is much bigger than the biscuit in Mo Zhu's impression, probably because he is still young!

"Mom! You eat. ”

"Eat, I'm not hungry!"

Mo stopped not letting it go, because Mo stopped knowing that she wouldn't eat it.

Mo stopped taking a bite of the steaming pancake, and a thick smell of thirteen incense came into his mind, and Mo stopped but took another bite.

"That's what it smells like!"

Don't stop thinking.

"Rock sugar gourd!"

A shout came into Mo Zhu's ears, although Mo Zhu wanted to eat it very much, but when he saw the mother in his early twenties in front of him, he lowered his head and took a bite of the baked cake, and did not look at the old man who sold rock sugar gourds again.

I didn't understand my parents before, but now standing in front of her, I naturally won't make them angry.

Mo Zhu's mother took Mo Zhu to buy some broken corn and a bag of eggs, and the two prepared to go home.

Mo Stop's mother also seems to realize the difference of Mo Stop today.

"Stop, do you want anything else?"

She asked tentatively.

"Don't!"

Don't stop answering directly.

"Really, don't you?"

She said with a smile.

"Don't!"

Don't stop to reconfirm.

The two walked in the direction of home, passing by a toy stall, and Mo Stop's mother's eyes lit up. Then he felt in his pocket, hesitated, and walked straight to the toy stand.

"Buy ten glass bullets."

"Medium!"

The owner of the toy stall counted ten glass bullets and handed them to Mo Zhu's mother, who took the glass bullets and looked at them twice, took out the money from her pocket and handed it to the toy stall owner.

The reason why Mo stopped not stopping was because he didn't want to destroy his mother's kindness.

After the two returned home, Mo Zhu's mother handed Mo the glass bullet.

Looking at the ten crystal clear glass bullets, Mo Zhu suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Mo stopped and began to practice the glass bullet skills, there are many ways to play the glass bullet, but there are three ways to play the game often played by the children in the village where Mo stop lives.

One is to knock on the root of the wall, a person puts his glass bullet on the root of the courtyard wall, and then draws a line, a person stands outside the line and throws another glass bullet, if it hits the glass bullet at the root of the wall, the glass bullet at the root of the wall belongs to the person who hits it.

The other is to play in the pit, first dig a small pit in the ground, and then draw a line not far from the pit, two or three people stand outside the line and throw the glass bullet, who throws the glass bullet in the pit close, who is the first to play the glass bullet, take turns to play it.

If you bounce into the pit and then take it out, you only need to play someone else's glass bullet once, and the other person's glass bullet will belong to the person in the bullet.

If you don't bounce into the pit, you need to bounce three times to someone else's glass bullet to win a glass bullet.

The last one is simpler and suitable for multiple people to play.

First of all, one person uses the glass bullet to swing an inverted triangle, a total of ten glass bullets, and then draw a line far away from the glass bullet, and everyone stands outside the line to throw the glass bullet.

When the glass bullet hits the outermost glass bullet, the placer returns two to the hitter, four for the second layer, six for the third layer, and eight for the fourth layer.

At this time, the glass bullet is the child's baby, and the corners of his mouth are raised.

In the past few days, Mo Zhu has only done one thing every day, that is, to practice the glass bullet skills, from knocking on the wall to the crater, Mo Zhu has practiced one by one.

Mo Zhu's mother thought that Mo Zhu was fascinated by playing glass bullets, and hid Mo Zhu's glass bullets several times, but they were all found by Mo Zhu.

Time is five days in a flash, these five days of practice, so that Mo Zhu's glass bullet level has been greatly improved, and now Mo Zhu can easily hit the glass bullet at the root of the wall two meters away.

With the glass bullet technique, Mo Stop will soon be able to harvest the wealth of the surrounding children and thus subdue them. The corners of Mo Zhi's mouth rose, and his heart blossomed.

The reason why Mo Zhu was able to practice the glass bullet skills in five days was inseparable from Mo Zhu's mind and experience.

On this day, Mo Stop deliberately put his three most beautiful glass bullets at the gate of the courtyard.

Mo Stop's mother was no longer obsessed with Mo Stop's playing glass bullets, and thought that Mo Stop had played enough.

I saw her angrily running to the door and picking up the three glass bullets that Mo stopped arriving.

"You can't throw it away when you've had enough! It's all money to buy! ”

Mo stopped seeing that this trick was not good, so he thought of another trick.

Mo stopped and started playing glass bullets at the door, attracting the children around to come and watch, but when he saw that Mo Zhu's skills were not good, he always couldn't hit, and they laughed.

"Don't stop, let's play with the crater!"

One of the children suggested.