Many obedient people have asked two questions:

One, who wrote the mythological story.

Second, who made the sand table car.

The people in the store all answered unanimously: my third uncle, my third uncle, and my third uncle.

It was Geng Liang who asked who made the cart.

The people in the store also answered him that it was Song Fusheng.

But instead of Junko asking these two questions, the people in the store will not hide it.

Who is Junko? He represents the little general.

Who is the little general? It's the people they are very close to, it's the people who think they can share chili peppers, cakes, and tell who wrote the book.

No need to hide.

Even if this book is written by a girl, with ambiguity, but everyone is sure that the little general will not be ambiguous.

So, Junzi came to see the excitement today, rested, and came out to play.

He didn't treat himself as an outsider, he helped Mrs. Ma collect money on the second floor, helped get a plate or something, knowing that Mrs. Ma didn't buy anything during the New Year, he said you go, I'm staring here, it's going to be fine.

Naturally, everyone didn't treat him as an outsider, and they were very kind.

Before the lunch break, I asked Junzi to eat with them, and I was afraid that I wouldn't have time to pad my stomach when I was busy, so I added rice to the spicy soup made by Junzi twice.

Junzi knows more than anyone else, and when he asks something, everyone will tell the truth and answer anything, and he will tell the family how much money he has saved.

Then, now that Lu Pan inquired, he knew that it was a book written by Song Fuling, a sand table car.

also knew why Song Fuling wanted to make a sand table car.

How to say the answer, Lu Pan had a strange feeling after hearing it.

At the beginning, it was to keep the second floor from being empty, so that the writing of this fantasy story began.

When the language is scarce and you can't understand the words, you just go to the sand table, and if you can't say it well, you will bring it to the show, so you have this big sand table table.

I heard that this sand table table can't earn a penny, it's just an auxiliary for everyone to see, but it costs a lot of money first.

Shunzi's gossip is not rich, and Lu Pan doesn't feel it.

But when he heard that it took almost half a month to complete, it was still with the help of dozens of smart babies like Mi Shou.

I do it when I have time, and I do it every day, which is very troublesome.

He had a feeling that he couldn't say anything.

Lu Pan couldn't tell clearly, Xiao Quanzi understood after listening to the master's lecture next to him, and thought:

Isn't this the same as our young master, a little tendon.

Look at it, the young master just said to the people in this shop: "Don't be busy, sit for a while and leave." ”

As a result, everyone else left, and only the young master of his family was left.

Pick out other people's sand tables, and I can't wait to cut them off to see what it's made of.

I guess I'm also waiting for the return of the shopkeeper in the store.,I want to talk about the book.。

Junko was also asking Baozhu downstairs, "Why hasn't the old lady come back yet?" How much is this going to buy? ”

Baozhu: Didn't you let grandma feel at ease to go shopping?

It's just two blocks away from the dim sum shop.

Just look at Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Tian, carrying a large furoshiki on their shoulders, and carrying their pockets in both hands.

A hand of baggage is filled with cotton, new cotton, full of Deng.

In the original words of Mrs. Tian: "When I buy cotton for the first time, I have to press it down with my hands, and I am afraid that I will not be able to put it down." ”

The other hand of the two old ladies was full of coarse cloth from the year-end sale.

It's cheap, the store says to buy more, and you can give another five cents cheaper.

Mrs. Ma waved her hand at the time: "Don't say anything, it's ten cents cheaper, I'll cover the rest of you." ”

What are you doing with these things, the two old ladies are all done.

There are many children in the family, and they use this coarse cloth to put some cotton in the winter, and they use this single cloth to sew gloves directly in the spring and wear them for work.

Otherwise, the boys in the family, carrying wood, transporting stones, carts, etc., and building houses in the spring, their hands will be worn out. Especially Fuxi, hand after mouth.

As for the ones on the back, they are really expensive.

The two old ladies sighed after buying themselves, "The cost of just such a moment is about to catch up with the previous ten or twenty years combined." ”

This is not an exaggeration at all.

In the package on the back of Tian Pozi's shoulder, there are several large pieces of fabric on the body.

There is a whole piece of dark gray for her son-in-law Tian Xifa, her daughter-in-law is white blue gray, her eldest grandson Huzi is dressed in dark blue, and the granddaughter Peach Blossom is a skirt material that reaches the ankle.

Mrs. Tian pulled a large piece of grass-green material for her granddaughter, but she didn't buy clothes.

In the last few bags of clothes given by Shunzi, there was the kind of satin jacket given by the little maid, which was worn over the cotton jacket. The swash buckle, lotus pink, very energetic, the peach blossom has not been willing to get a piece, just to wear it for the New Year.

Mrs. Tian is happy that the girl's skirt is pleated to the ankle and looks good, but our family used to be difficult, and what are the pleats, it doesn't cost fabric. This time, it's okay, I can finally do that for my granddaughter, it's very good-looking.

Then he bought two pieces of cloth for herself, one for the undergarment and one for the sauce-colored outerwear.

Originally, she didn't want to buy it for herself, so she thought about her age, this old face and old caliper-eyed, what to wear or not, let Mrs. Ma tell her.

"You don't buy it for yourself, do you want my eldest daughter's quick material?"

"Then how can I buy it for Yinfeng."

"I think you are. Your elders haven't worn anything new, so she can't leave the material for you to make? Do you want my eldest daughter to wear a new dress? ”

"I'll buy it."

"That's right, don't do those things that make your children embarrassed, you just have good intentions, you want to save money to supplement the family, but you also have to think about it, you are like this, how can your children be embarrassed to wear new clothes, and there is no money in your pocket. You see, I'm different. ”

Mrs. Ma pulled a set of semi-new materials for herself in the big burden on her shoulders. One piece of material is for long clothes, and two pieces, one dark color is kept for pants, and it is convenient to drive an ox cart back and forth to get on and off the car, and one is for skirts.

She thought about it, she didn't wear it for the New Year, and when it was done, she opened the door on the second day of the Lunar New Year and took the skirt with her. Wear it in town.

When I got to the store, I changed into a skirt and put on a small pink scarf, you see, the designation can be more appealing.

She bought it in her own rare color, and the skirt was made of earthy yellow material.

As for the children and grandchildren of the family, there are even more.

Each of the three sons has a piece of cloth, which is quite thick, and he works to make it.

She likes to see her sons wear the same, stand in front of her, belch, how capable she is, she pulls herself, and she actually raises so tall for her cubs, and even the cloth seller says that her sons are tall.

For the grandchildren, for Da Lang and Erlang to pull two pieces of outer clothing.

Because the two grandsons are tall and long, and the trouser legs are covered with fabric, and they are sewn one after another, and the trouser legs are connected up, which is too ugly.

If it weren't for the clothes given by Shunzi, Fuguiyun gave Da Lang a set, and he wouldn't have a decent plate when he came to the city this time.

Especially when she has eaten well recently, Mrs. Ma simply gave Da Lang Erlang two bodies.

I didn't buy it for Jinbao, Jinbao is not big, I don't know how beautiful and ugly I am, and no one laughs at wearing ugly.

Picking up the old clothes of adults during the New Year, cutting them is a new one, but pulling a large piece of muslin cloth, Mrs. Ma thought that when the time comes, she can give Zhu a piece and let Jinbao make underwear. Although the underwear is not worn facelessly, but the children are exposed to the buttocks, let's make a body, fine cotton, children wear it, and they have to be close.

Speaking of this fine cotton, Mrs. Ma was also ready to give Mi Shou two pieces, and also made a lining to wear.

In Mrs. Ma's eyes, Mi Shou is worse than Jinbao.

Jinbao doesn't show his buttocks, and there is still a piece of cloth on his body.

Last time Deputy Lieutenant Geng went to them, didn't she go to San'er's house to stay for a few nights?

I found that Mi Shou only had a piece of cloth to hold the calf cow, which was still triangular, and he slept bare. No matter how warm the house is, but the windows don't leak? How to pee on the ground and get the wind chill.

Mi Shou: Grandma, let my sister take away my little flowery pajamas.

Song Fuling: Deputy Lieutenant Geng is here, and there are so many borrowed people at home, can't you put away your T-shirts? I can't let Mi Shou wear it, and I can only be naked for a few days.

So Mrs. Ma misunderstood, and deliberately pulled more muslin to give Mi Shou.

In addition, the old lady has really changed, and she actually pulled the skirt material for the eldest girl and the second girl, which is the one that Mrs. Tian pulled for the peach blossom.

To the fat girl, her sweetheart and little granddaughter, she was ruthless, and she gritted her teeth in the silk village and pulled a piece of pink satin.

The color is transparent and pink, with a little flower on the satin, the old lady fell in love at a glance, and her mind was full of the little granddaughter's extraordinarily white little face, thinking that she would be old and energetic when she wore it, but she didn't match the price.

How much do you know? I know someone who is cheap, and I need one or two or four dollars and fifty-eight copper plates, just one piece, almost one or two halves of silver.

She left the silk village, and then walked a few steps, asked Mrs. Tian to wait, and returned with a big burden to let the shopkeeper cut the materials.

The proprietress can speak: "Auntie, make so much money, the guest in your dim sum shop has gone to the sea, all year round, I think you should wear satin and wear the gold wire I sell here." ”

Mrs. Ma waved her hand: "Pull it down, just my hand, it is as rough as a branch, and the gold threads have to be scraped out." ”

The two old ladies were supposed to go back to the store, but they stopped on the street.

Mrs. Ma looked up at "Xie Fuchun" and didn't know how to read, but she had heard customers mention that it was good to sell face oil here.

"Let's go."

Tian Pozi looked at all kinds of small porcelain vases, and heard that all of them were wiped by women, "Oh, my mother, what are you doing in this store." ”

Mrs. Ma ignored her, and listened attentively to the little maid who sold the goods to introduce the woman beside her, saying that the beautiful small porcelain bottle in her hand was Angelica angelica paste, and the upper and lower buttons were closed to the open bottle body, and after opening it again, it was smelled, and the woman said that it was good, and it seemed that she could get rid of wrinkles when she listened.

Wrinkled, too expensive, 280 Wen, almost three coins of silver, finally heard the two people say the price, Mrs. Ma turned her head lonely.

Bring her eight shells.

It is a kind of flour oil made of shells, which is made of lard, and the common people also call her parsnip oil, and some of the family conditions are not bad, and people don't need to wipe their faces, they all buy it to wipe their heels.

Okay, that's not bad, I couldn't even wipe the shells before.

Looking at Mrs. Tian, she knew that when she heard that she was going to give it to a few old women, she stopped: "What are you buying it for, don't spend money." If you have to buy it, I'll pay for it myself. ”

Mrs. Ma snorted at her. Say it before you go out, don't tear it back and forth when you spend money outside.

At the same time, Lu Pan had already moved downstairs, and for the first time he had waited for someone for more than a quarter of an hour, waiting for a woman, and the woman was still an old lady.

"Hey, Master Lu, when did you come, you saw that I just came back."

After a while, the old lady turned over the cabinet in the bar and handed over the "original book" and a few books written by her little granddaughter to Lu Pan.

Although Mr. Storyteller has a set there, that set was copied by Song Fusheng, and Mr. Storyteller has several games a day, so it is impossible to lend it to Lu Pan. No one will lend it, this has been said for a long time.

In the teahouse, if there is something to ask for, the storyteller will tell you that the book is from a dim sum shop, and you can't afford to offend. When you get to the dim sum shop, you are even more afraid, Mrs. Ma will tell you no.

Of course, Song Fuling's should not be given, but who to give it to, Lu Gongzi has no problem.

Mrs. Ma also said: "It's also a coincidence, yesterday my granddaughter asked me why I didn't take it back." Before, these books,My three children were copying in the store while talking about the book.。 You can take it and see it, don't worry. ”