Tang Yourou turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was the owner of the bun stall.

It's still early, and the vegetable vendors on the long street haven't sold out of vegetables, so there are no empty seats for the time being. The three of them walked and walked, and before they knew it, they arrived at the bun stall.

Last time, she fooled the boss with her words, and the boss gave away three buns for nothing. At this time, I didn't wait for the nobles in the village to do a happy event, and I must have realized that something was wrong.

She secretly said that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled her younger brothers and sisters, pretended not to know, and walked forward quickly.

"Little cubs, trick me into eating buns, and lie to me about a banquet! I've milled a lot of flour and still haven't used it up! Lie little cubs, you wait for me, don't let me catch you again! The owner of the bun shop couldn't leave the stall, and his voice gradually fell behind.

It's finally safe!

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, stood on the side of the street and looked at each other, and couldn't help but laugh.

After wandering around the West Market for a long time, there were already many vendors who were ready to leave, but these stalls were too small. It takes a certain distance to throw the pot, but you can't let those tall people hit it all at once.

The size of her stall is the distance of the pot, which has been simulated in advance. Tang Dou'er has practiced like this for several days, and people who throw it ten times will make about one or two mistakes. This difficulty is just right for passers-by who have never played pot throwing before.

Finally waiting for a suitable stall, Tang Yourou hurriedly went up to spread the linen cloth and occupied the land. The young lady and Dou'er pulled up a line with hemp rope and found a stick to intercept it.

The show begins.

"Pitcher game! A handful of 100 articles! Cast 10 to get a bottle of honey, 7 to get a glazed clay pot, 5 to get a rattle, and 3 to get two grasshoppers! Tang and Rou yelled at the bustling passers-by.

People passing by looked at her suspiciously, not knowing what the three little ones were trying to do with the pot.

But if this honey is only 100 yuan, it is quite cheap, and it is almost the same price as caramel candy!

"I bought it!"

"I want honey!"

"I got it first!"

The eldest man and the eldest lady didn't hear the rules clearly, and came to the booth to fight.

The quarrel between the two quickly attracted the attention of the others, and soon the booth was full of passers-by who came to see the excitement.

It's good, this saves her from soliciting customers.

"Two, don't worry, this stall is a pot throwing game, and these are prizes. One hundred can vote for ten lots, and what you can get depends on how many you vote. Tang Yourou stood in front of the straw rope and pointed to the crockpot with a smile, "If you can put all ten sticks into the pot, this honey is yours." ”

She explained the rule again, causing many people to stop curiously.

"What's so difficult about putting a skewer in a pot? Lao Tzu, I have also shot eagle eagles on the mountain! One of the big men took out the money coolly, took the ten sticks handed by Tang Dou'er, stood outside the straw rope, and pulled out one of them.

It sounds easy, but when it's time to vote, you have to think about where you should hold the stick.

Moreover, the crockpot had a narrow mouth, and although it was not far away, it was in the shadows of the wall, and the sunlight was blocked. If those who have been embroidering for a long time have bad eyes, they are not tall enough, and they can't even see where the bottle mouth is.

The big man held the skewer for a while, but he didn't throw it out, his forehead was sweaty, and he was under a lot of pressure.

Others were coaxing.

"You vote, vote!"

"Isn't it easy? You vote! ”

A few people on the periphery were waiting impatiently and had already turned away.

If we continue to delay like this, more people will leave.

Seeing this, Tang and Rou grabbed the other ten wooden sticks and stepped forward to relieve the siege: "This eldest brother is the first to patronize the stall business. I'll give you an extra 10 sticks, and if you hit 10 of the 20 sticks, the bottle of honey will be given to you. ”

"Done!" When the big man heard that he had ten more chances, his psychological pressure plummeted, and he put the rest of the sticks at his feet and tried to throw the first one.

The skewer came out of his hand, did not hit the crockpot, and fell directly to the ground.

A bystander coaxed, "Okay?" ”

"Didn't get in so easily? I haven't even touched the edge of the crockpot! ”

The man was annoyed and angry, and shouted: "Shut up, it's noisy!" He picked up a second stick.

This time, there was finally a way, but the angle of the stick throwing was wrong, and it directly knocked over the crockpot.

Tang Dou'er, who was standing on the side, got in and helped the crockpot up.

Dahan continued to cast the lottery.

During this period, the apprehension in Tang and Rou's hearts gradually dissipated. Great, passers-by really haven't practiced casting lots, and the accuracy is terrible!

One thing and two familiar, this big man focused on the sign.

It's a bit addictive to cast and vote. missed once, wiped the edge once, and almost threw it into the crockpot but brought it over......

The twenty sticks were quickly finished, but only seven remained in the crockpot.

After throwing the pot, Dahan wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, not satisfied with his performance. But when Tang Youniang handed him the glazed clay pot, he was still quite happy.

A hundred dollars for a colored glazed clay pot, which is quite suitable. Go to the stall and buy it, it's not so cheap.

"It's just a broken crockpot, what is it used to take home? When the night pot? A young man with a scar on his face and a scarlet in his breath made a mockery outside, causing the others to laugh.

This big man was originally quite happy, but when he was said like this, he immediately pulled down his face, and even regretted a little for the recklessness of paying for the pot.

If you don't play this one, you wouldn't be said that.

This crockpot is cheap, but what's the use of taking it home?

Tang Yourou keenly captured the expression of this big man, and she didn't want these people to complain so that others didn't dare to come to the pot. She stared at the young man with a scar on his face and smiled, "It sounds like you must be very powerful this brother." Would you like to make a bet with me? ”

Scarface said very rampantly: "Hey, little girl, are you betting with me?" I've never lost in casinos! ”

Tang Yourou smiled and said: "You spend a hundred wen to throw the pot, if in the end there are more than seven in the clay pot, I will give you this bottle of honey and one hundred wen." If not, then this hundred wen and other prizes will not be given. ”

Onlookers are looking forward to Scarface, hoping that he will throw it all in and get the honey.

The big man who got the colored glazed crockpot just now didn't leave, and stood by holding the crockpot and watching. As soon as this Scarface misses, he will be the first to boo and smash the field.

"Sister, we only have three bottles of honey in total, what if we run out now?" The young lady was very worried and pulled the sleeves of Don and Rou.

"What's the hurry? This whole street is full of goods, and I'm afraid that there will be no prizes? Tang Yourou handed her a hundred dollars, "Collect it carefully, save a certain amount, go to the gouache shop to exchange for broken silver." Otherwise, it would be too heavy to earn so many copper plates today. ”

"Bell—"

As he spoke, as soon as he shot according to Scarface, he threw the first one in!

Tang and Rou raised their eyebrows, and their hearts were abrupt. Is this Scarface's accuracy exceptionally good?

Could he really have taken the first bottle of honey?