"Or I'll go to your house and I'll write it for you." Silly Spring proposed.

"Okay, that's interesting." Bogoro nodded hurriedly.

Silly Spring grabbed two meat buns and followed Hakugoro home.

As he walked, he asked Hakugoro if he wanted to eat.

Hakugoro swallowed his saliva and said no.

He also said that his little brother and sister also bought it for them when they went back to the county, which was bigger and more fragrant than his meat bun.

Silly Chuncai didn't believe it: "My father is the village head, and my family's talent is the biggest and most delicious." ”

Bogoro didn't bother to argue with him.

"Next time my little brother and sister buy it for me, I will definitely bring it back to you to see whose incense."

Silly Chun almost got angry and didn't go home with him and didn't help him keep accounts.

However, when I came to the old thin man's house, I saw a white and tender doll in the yard in a red coat and a little bamboo mouse baby in my hand.

"Little, little brother and sister?"

The bun in Silly Chun's mouth "snapped" off.

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In the hall.

Silly Chun laid out the paper, and under the eyes of the old thin man's family, especially Ah Chan's sparkling big eyes, he trembled and couldn't hold the pen.

Bo Wulang solemnly looked at the old Bo Tou and the Qin family.

"Dad, mother, I instigated Rokuro and my little siblings to make a mistake, causing the family to lose food, and I will definitely pay back this account to the family."

This is what the sister-in-law told him when she saw that he was still guilty when she was picking up ears of wheat in the afternoon.

A man has to be responsible, and if he makes a mistake, he will be beaten a few times and his palm will be revealed?

Do you have to pay for the loss by your family?

Bogoro couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

When Bo Liulang heard this, he immediately got up and stood beside his fifth brother, saying that he wanted to share the responsibility.

Ah Chan blinked, pulled and slid off the stool, and also went to stand in a row.

Qin looked at his teachable son and daughter-in-law with satisfaction.

Bogoro raised his chin towards Silly Chun: "Silly Chun, I said, you come and write." ”

A bucket of wheat is twelve and a half pounds, ten cents.

"Speak slowly." Silly Chun scratched his head while writing, "Wait, how do you write the word Mai?" ”

Hakugoro: ......

I saw that Silly Chun drew a lump of "wheat" where the word "wheat" should have been written: "This is wheat, just read it, hehehe." ”

Hakugoro: ......

What could he do, he could only continue to say: "I lost a total of fifty buckets, how much is it?" ”

Silly Chun: "Huh? How much? ”

Where does he know how to calculate, Mr. hasn't taught him how to do the math yet.

Hakugoro rolled his eyes.

"You've been studying for a few years, and my husband hasn't taught you yet? Such a big person is not as smart as my Qibao. ”

Bo Qibao is counted, five hundred wen.

Silly Spring was hit hard, but Bogoro and Bo Liulang were stunned.

Five hundred texts!

Bogoro felt that he would definitely not be able to eat dinner later.

Sister-in-law Bo looked at Bo Qibao with some worries.

At that time, Silly Chun glanced at Ah Chan quietly.

Seeing her staring curiously at the pen and paper in his hand, Silly Chun's half-black and half-white fat face was a little red.

"Little brother and sister, do you want to write?" He plucked up the courage to ask.

"Good~"

Ah Chan took the pen and grabbed the barrel with all his hands.

Silly Chun looked at her little hands that were whiter and tenderer than buns, well, her heart was about to melt.

He involuntarily leaned closer: "Little brother and sister, do you want to eat meat buns?" ”

I didn't see Bo Qibao on the side, staring at him with cool and cool eyes.

Bo Wulang pulled Silly Chun away: "Don't disturb my little brother and sister writing." ”

The family looked at Ah Chan with some curiosity.

Is the little goddess really a little goddess, and she can even write?

But see.

"Ahhh~"

The ink dripped on the paper, and Ah Chan grinned embarrassedly and wiped his little hands.

Suddenly, the black ink was all over the paper.

Hakugoro: ...... "I—my paper..."

But the little brother and sister were still very happy, threw the pen, and pressed it directly on the paper with the palm of their hand.

One by one, the small handprints are like cat's paws.

I saw her pick up the piece of paper and hold it in front of Bo Qibao like a treasure, looking forward to it.

"Little girl, look at what I painted, is it good?"