The children rejoiced, and ran in one after the other, and stood in a neat row in front of him, and they looked very experienced.

Rong Yi glanced at the seven little radish heads standing in line in front of him, and said with a smile, "Well, singing well, this is a reward." ”

He took the small bowls and lined them up, leaving two empty small bowls, and put four pieces of braised pork in each of the seven small bowls that were lined up, and then handed the bowls to them one by one, "Take it, remember to return the bowl when you are done." ”

The little radish heads happily held the small bowl, "Thank you, uncle." ”

"Thank you, uncle."

The other little turnip heads had gone out happily with their bowls in their hands, and had gone out happily to eat the meat, except for the thin little girl who was still standing in place.

Rong Yi recognized this little girl as a neighbor.

His left neighbor is Zhuang Dazhu's family, and the right house is a family surnamed Hao, and there are two people in the family, a seven-year-old girl and a half-year-old boy, who is her brother.

"Beibei, are you okay?" asked Rong Yi with a smile.

The little girl raised her head, looked up at her little face, and her round and lovely eyes were shining, "Uncle, can you send the bowl over again in the evening, my brother will come back today, I want to leave the meat for my brother to eat, and return the bowl after eating." ”

Rong Yi raised his hand and gently rubbed her little head, "Okay, when your brother comes back in the evening, let him bring it after eating." ”

When the little girl heard this, she smiled happily, "Thank you, uncle." The words fell, and he happily ran away with a small bowl.

The meat of this braised pork is cut relatively large, this silk is a small bowl full of silk, after fishing these seven games, only about one-third of the meat in the big bowl is left, Rong Yi went to take out the warm wine, and sat in the courtyard to drink.

Men drink and spend a lot of time.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

Rong Yi finished eating the meat, and he leaned on the wooden bed in the courtyard and drank it silently.

"Uncle."

"Uncle Rong Yi." A voice came from outside.

Rong Yi raised his eyes slightly, raised his hand and poked at the table in the courtyard, where the candle was lit.

A young man in a green shirt walked in, saw him get off the bed with a wine jar, and put a small bowl on the table with a smile, "I'll return the bowl, you still drink."

"Sit down and let's talk for a while." Rong Yi sat down on the wooden chair, looked at the young man, and asked with a smile, "Your business in the town is okay"

This kid is a fortune teller.

When he came to Lotus Village, the Hao family lady had just passed away, and it is said that the Hao family could live in a tiled house, or because in the early years, Hao's father was the only talent in the village, and he had been a private school teacher in the town for many years, so the Hao sisters were also rare literate children in the village.

Six years ago, the Hao family's wife passed away, and the family was a six-year-old and a one-year-old, very pitiful, and Rong Yi later built a house here, and took care of the two brothers and sisters.

Today, Hao Dabao is twelve years old and often goes to the town to set up a stall to tell fortunes

Not to mention anything else, he is literate, and he has a clever mouth, and the dead can be said to live whichever kind of life, the ability to talk nonsense casually is simply simple

The reason why Rong Yi knew was that when he went to the town once, he happened to see him witnessing the whole process when he was telling a fortune to an eldest lady, and he couldn't cry or laugh.

However, it is also because of Hao Dabao, a charlatan, that the brother and sister are living a good life.

"In this world, it's not easy to make money, uncle, forget it, I still don't call you uncle, you look so young, you shouldn't be twenty-five, I'll call you brother in the future."

When Rong Yi heard this, he chuckled, "It's okay, even if you call me an ancestor, I can afford it." ”