Zhou Xiaoxiao just smiled and didn't speak, just think she was crazy, but in fact, she did fall from the sky.

No one would have guessed this, and it was reasonable not to believe her, and don't blame her for not saying it in the future, she told them very frankly that they had always refused to believe it.

Alas...... Mo Sanhong sighed in her heart, what a good child, she was sick again, fortunately she didn't go crazy, otherwise she wouldn't be able to catch up with her footsteps with her broken body.

I wanted to help Mo Sanhong back to the house, but somehow she didn't want to go back, so she brought a stool, and she was half-lying there against the wall, saying that she wanted to bask in the sun here, and by the way looked at the tractor in the yard, so as not to be stolen.

couldn't resist her, Zhou Xiaoxiao followed her wishes.

The sound of the horn resounded in every corner of the neighborhood, someone came over to take a look, and came in to ask the price, Zhou Xiaoxiao said that dry firewood is a dime a pound, and the raw five cents, no matter what it is, as long as it is firewood, it is scrapped, and it is all purchased!

Aunt Huang wanted to pick a fresh one, and brought a few bundles of dry firewood from the house with her grandson, but Zhou Xiaoxiao remembered that there was no weighing at home, so she went to the village office to borrow a weighing back.

Last time, the village chief was reluctant to borrow the horn, but this time she borrowed that he was much easier to say, and asked her if there was anything else that needed help, just look for him, and she was so arrogant that she couldn't talk.

Aunt Huang was afraid that she would be illiterate, and said that she didn't know if she was accurate, so she simply asked her to return the scale back to the village office, she would rather suffer a little loss, pick the firewood to the village office, and then pick it to her yard.

Zhou Xiaoxiao just wanted personal convincing, she first weighed it, recorded the number, and then went to the village office with them, and the number reported by Village Chief Liu was exactly the same as what she wrote, proving that she was not cheating.

Handed over the ten yuan and six cents that Aunt Huang deserved to her, her hands trembled, and she felt that it was a dream, but she didn't expect Chai Gan to be so valuable!

"Xiaoxiao, where did you get the money for this transaction?" Village Chief Liu forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart, the Chen family has been a star household in the village these days, who doesn't mention their family's affairs, good or bad, in short, people talk about it.

Zhou Xiaoxiao stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky: "In the sky, it fell." ”

Village Chief Liu rolled his eyes, isn't this talking to an idiot, the sky is going to drop a pie, and it will also fall to someone else's house, how can the Chen family still patronize them if they have been unlucky?

His expression was exactly the same as Mo Sanhong's, and Aunt Huang on the side also looked at her like a fool, if she didn't want to say anything, there was no need to talk about God.

It's just that she is so slippery in arithmetic, there is no mistake, Village Chief Liu secretly pays attention to her, and feels that Zhou Xiaoxiao is different.

Aunt Huang's mouth is even more powerful than her family's horn, and after selling dry firewood to get money, she immediately went back to publicize it, and in half a day, hundreds of catties of dry firewood were piled up in the courtyard of the Chen family.

Zhou Xiaoxiao happily loaded the car, planning to send it to the town with Chen Minghai when he came back in the evening.

Mo Sanhong stared at the side, puzzled, as soon as she asked where the money came from, Xiaoxiao pointed to the sky, and there was no way to communicate at all, but seeing that she was so capable, no matter how tired she was, she didn't say a word, she always couldn't help it.

Zhou Xiaoxiao used up the money left yesterday, and paid others even the thirty yuan he received for the first time.

The pocket is empty, looking forward to Chen Minghai's return, and then let him open Chrysostom to pay her some money.

"Xiaoxiao, Minghai is not driving steadily, otherwise these dry firewood will be left at home first, and Gai Ming'er will find a skilled master to send it to the town?" Mo Sanhong saw that she had loaded all the firewood into the car, and she couldn't help at all while lying on her stomach, so she was anxious and helpless.