There are still a lot of radishes in the warehouse, but the difficulty is how to take it out and hand it to Wang Fatzi without knowing it.

The little ghost is a space elf, as long as Wang Jiao doesn't defend it, her thoughts can be clearly felt by the little ghost.

As the master's space elf, the master's problem is his own problem.

Its two piercing eyes, with a flickering glow, immediately had an idea.

"Master, as long as the space spirit spring is opened, even after the plants outside are irrigated by the spirit spring water, they will not be much worse than those in the space."

When Wang Jiao heard the little ghost's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then immediately surprised.

If she could take the spiritual spring water and secretly go to the radish field in the suburbs to irrigate, Zhoucheng would be full of sweet radishes.

"How many points do you need to open the Spirit Spring?" Wang Jiao asked, her eyes were already looking for it on the light curtain panel.

Before she could find it, the little ghost had already reported it: "Ten thousand points." ”

Wang Jiao immediately went to see her points, five thousand one hundred.

What if it's still halfway there?

"Master, I can open the spiritual spring on Monday."

But it won't be until Monday.

Wang Jiao is really going to die of sorrow.

Seeing Wang Jiao worried like this, the little ghost also became worried.

It's a pity that the space level is too low now, and it can't get out of the space, if it can get out of the space, such a small thing still needs to worry, it can do things beautifully with a few brushes.

Wang Jiao thought about it for a while, but she didn't think of any way, so she could only get out of the space again.

The time of the day flies, and when school is about to be released in the afternoon, the test papers are sent out as scheduled, Wang Jiao only glanced at it, and received it in the schoolbag.

It was almost no different from what she had estimated.

The head teacher, Mr. Ma, was obviously very satisfied with Wang Jiao's rapid progress, and praised her in the class.

is still the third in the class, which is enough to overwhelm Wang Le a lot.

After school, Wang Jiao still walked with Wang Fatzi, and when she arrived at the gate of the compound, a middle-aged woman on the side of the road was guarding two boxes of radishes to sell.

Wang Jiao only glanced at it, and immediately had an idea in her heart, she pulled Wang Fatzi and asked, "Did your mother say how many radishes to buy?" ”

Wang Fatzi soon understood, and looked at the two boxes of radishes on the ground on the side, "My mother didn't say anything." ”

"Then you go back and ask, and by the way, take the money over, my mother bought her turnips."

Wang Jiao pointed to the radish on the ground.

When Wang Fatzi heard that it was a sweet radish seller, he immediately nodded and ran to the compound.

Wang Jiao hurriedly ran over and picked radishes decently.

The middle-aged woman who sold radishes was very enthusiastic and wanted to help her pick it up, Wang Jiao waved her hand, but she still picked it herself.

She slowly picked up the radish from the box to the bag one by one, and when the radish entered the bag, Wang Jiao asked the little ghost to suck the radish into the space, and then released a sweet radish from the space in the palm of her hand.

When she picked out a big bag, Wang Fatzi led his mother here.

Wang Jiao hurriedly stopped what she was doing, and greeted his mother with a smile: "Hello Aunt Wang." ”

In fact, Wang Fatzi's mother is not surnamed Wang, but surnamed Li, called Li Xue.

At the age of about forty, she has fair skin, a delicate face, and a light purple woolen coat, which perfectly sets off her slender figure, and she is completely capable and soft in the appearance of an intellectual woman.

The temperament of a body gives people a feeling of not daring to climb high.

Of course, this is just what outsiders think of her, in Wang Jiao's heart, Li Xue is a woman who is warmer than her mother.

It's just that except when she cuts the king fat man to death.

Wang Jiao liked Li Xue very much when she was a child, so she teased Wang Jiao and called her mother, although Wang Jiao was young at that time, she still knew the difference between her mother and her aunt.

So Li Xue asked Wang Jiao what kind of aunt she was.

Wang Jiao thought about it and felt that Wang Fatzi's surname was Wang, so his mother should be Aunt Wang.

At that time, Wang Jiao's answer made Li Xue laugh.

So later, Wang Jiao called Wang Fatzi's mother, Aunt Wang.

Li Xue is usually busy with work, and she is a person who doesn't like to socialize, since Wang Jiao didn't go to Wang Fatzi's house, it was difficult for Li Xue to see Wang Jiao a few times, let alone a few words between the two.

Li Xue understands Wang Jiao's stubbornness.

This time, Wang Jiao was willing to help pick radishes, and Li Xue was quite surprised.

A big smile appeared on her face and she waved at Wang Jiao.

It's been a long time since I've greeted Li Xue like this, and Wang Jiao's face is a little embarrassed.

"Aunt Wang, I've already picked it all for you, that's all."

Wang Jiao handed the bag to Li Xue, and Li Xue hurriedly reached out to pick it up, "Jiaojiao put it down, how can you lift it so heavy." ”

Still feeling sorry for herself as always, Wang Jiao felt a little sour in her heart.

Li Xue took the radishes, glanced at the bag of about ten radishes, frowned slightly with her good-looking eyebrows, turned her head and said to Wang Jiao with a smile:

"It's a little less, add a few more, this is to be sent to his grandfather, and he can eat a few more days if he sends a few more."

Li Xue said and reached out to pick up the radish in the frame.

Wang Fatzi smirked on the side.

Wang Jiao wanted to say that there was no sweet radish in the frame, but she couldn't say it.

Hey, forget it, let her pick up a few more, so as not to be discovered by her when she gets it, there are good and bad turnips, so that it is easier for her to clear her suspicion.

Li Xue picked another full bag, and Wang Jiao took advantage of her inattention to evenly distribute the radishes in the two bags to ensure that there were sweet radishes in both bags.

Li Xue was about to go to the compound with a bag in one hand, and Wang Fatzi hurriedly reached out to help.

Wang Jiao also wanted to help, but Li Xue disagreed, how could a girl carry such a heavy thing?

In the end, at Wang Jiao's insistence, Li Xue carried a bag alone, and Wang Jiao and Wang Fatzi carried a bag together.

The three of them were tired and panting before they brought the two big bags of radishes to Wang Fatzi's house on the fourth floor, and the three of them sat down to drink a cup of tea, and Wang Fatzi's father came back.

Wang Fatzi's father is called Wang Xu, in his forties, Danfeng's eyes are thin, his lips are thin, and his bright eyes are flashing with wisdom.

If you think he's a wise scholar, you're wrong.

Because when Wang Xu was young, he was a soldier and was also subordinate to the special forces.

It is said that when Li Xue gave birth to Wang Fatzi, he was still on a mission outside, but Li Xue had a difficult birth, and when Wang Xu rushed back, Li Xue was still rescuing, and later the adults and children were finally saved, but Li Xue was injured and could no longer have children.

Wang Xu blamed himself for this, and went home to accompany his wife and children directly, Wang Fatzi's grandfather was angry at the time, and he made trouble for a while, which is why the Wang family moved from the capital to Zhoucheng and became a teacher.

Wang Xu looked at the two big bags on the ground, and then saw that the three people in the room were still panting, and when his eyes fell on Wang Jiao, he was a little surprised.

But he didn't say anything.