"Auntie, shall we buy some meat to eat?" Zhihua shook A-Niang's hand pitifully.

Zhishu secretly swallowed their saliva. Looking at the children's gluttony, Fang Aniang's nose was sour. "Let's go, my mother will take you to buy meat."

"Yay! Buy meat and eat it. Zhishu and Zhihua cheered together and ran forward, and Zhiqin hurried to catch up with them. Zhiqi and A-Niang followed with their things.

"Uncle Abel, do you still have meat?" Zhishu rushed to the pork shop and asked nervously.

The bazaar has already begun to disperse. The butcher kills only one pig a day. If today's meat is sold out, you will have to wait for tomorrow.

Pork Rong heard someone call him, looked around, and found a child by the counter. The child was not yet high on the counter, his face was yellow, but his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Yes. There's one last piece left. Pork Rong replied good-naturedly.

"Huh~, huh~, can't you run slower if you know the book?" Zhihua gasped and complained. He's not as tall as her, how did he run so fast?

"Hey, hey, hey." Zhishu scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Little baby, did you want to buy meat just now?" Pork Rong asked Zhishu.

Pork Rong kills pigs all year round, and the person is tall and fat, and he looks very fierce. No, Zhishu was so scared that he almost cried.

"Abel, we're going to buy meat." Zhihua pulled Zhishu behind him and replied.

Pork Rong saw that this little girl was not afraid of herself, and she couldn't help but be a little curious. You must know that when children see him, they cry endlessly.

"Just the two of you buying meat?"

"My family is behind. Let's just take a look. Abel, what meat do you have here? Zhihua glanced around the stall and didn't see any meat.

"I have three layers of last manure left. I was going to eat it at home. Let it be left to you. Pork Rong raised the hanging meat from under the stall.

When I saw the painting, it turned out to be a fat five flower.

Braised pork, ah, it feels like the saliva will burst.

"Abel, how do you sell this meat?"

"My fat is fifteen wen a catty, and my thin one is twelve wen a catty. Fat eighteen wen a pound. Pork Rong patiently explained.

After listening to the offer, Zhihua knew that this uncle did not cheat her.

"Uncle, please weigh the hanging meat and see how many catties there are."

"Okay!" Pork Rong picked up the scale, "Hey! Little girl, it's just 3 catties and a tael, so I'll count 3 catties for you. ”

"Thank you, uncle. I'll pay you when my aunt comes. Zhihua smiled sweetly and thanked the uncle.

"That's a good feeling. Little girl, you can wait with your brother first. Don't let people run into you. ”

"Hey, I'll just get out of the way." Zhihua agreed, but I didn't expect this uncle to be a cold-hearted and kind-hearted person.

Fang A-Niang rushed to pay the money, and Zhihua bought a pair of pigs with three pennies, plus three big stick bones.

The mothers thanked Pork Rong and hurriedly walked out of town, they still had to catch the car.

When they arrived outside the town, the second master hadn't left yet, so everyone changed their tone and stepped forward.

"Youwei daughter-in-law, I thought you were going back?" The second uncle saw that it was Fang Aniang and them, and greeted.

"You're waiting. Let's go. Fang A-Niang hurriedly put the things in the car, and the mother hurriedly got into the car. The second master shook his whip and shouted, and the ox cart slowly drove out of the town.

By the time we reached the entrance of the village, it was almost completely dark.

"Auntie! Do you think that's my dad? Zhiqi vaguely saw a person standing under the big locust tree, a bit like Daddy Fang.

"Daddy, aren't you?" Fang A-Niang asked out loud.

"Yes. I saw that it was late and you hadn't come back yet, so you came out to greet you. ”