Early the next morning, Wu Ming carried the cargo box and took the little narcissus to the four major temples to start a new day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Ming was in charge of setting up a stall to sell goods, while Xiao Narcissus was carrying a small money bag, and his eyes were shining to collect money.

In the morning, many of the good men and women who came to incense noticed the cute little narcissus, which also made Wu Ming's business a little better.

At noon, when the accounts were settled, there was almost a profit of one or two silver, which made the two of them smile.

"Wow, I sold it for a lot of money, it's much better than I sold pigweed!" The little narcissus counted the copper plates, and a pair of eyes smiled into the shape of a crescent moon.

Hearing the little narcissus talking about pigweed, Wu Ming seemed to be full of care, but in fact, he knocked on the side and said: "Narcissus, you are so young, how did you think of selling pigweed?" ”

"This..."The little narcissus dodged his gaze and replied hesitantly: "My family is poor, so I want to earn some money to subsidize the family, so I found a way to sell pigweed." ”

What the little narcissus said was insincere, and Wu Ming smiled and didn't break it.

After all, the time we spend together is still short, and if the little narcissus tells the secret of the space she has, it will be a silly white sweet.

Therefore, even if Wu Ming knew that the little narcissus had farming space, he would pretend not to know in a short time.

When did the little narcissus be willing to share the secrets of the space with him. That means that the little girl really accepts him, rather than treating him as an outsider to watch out for.

As for snatching the space of the little narcissus and taking it for himself, such a thing is not reliable.

Wu Ming had seen it yesterday, and there were no beads, jade bottles or anything like that on the little narcissus. If nothing else, the space of the little narcissus should belong to the kind of farming that belongs to the kind of farming with you, existing between the real and the unreal, which is beyond the scope of Wu Ming's understanding, after all, Wu Ming is not a great power.

"Big brother, it's noon, what do you want to eat?" The little narcissus came to Wu Ming's side, and while asking, he clenched his little fist and slapped Wu Ming on the shoulder.

Wu Ming closed his eyes, quietly enjoyed it for a while, and said disapprerovitously: "You can eat anything, you can buy it with money, I'm looking at the stall here!" ”

Hearing this, the little narcissus knocked for a while before putting down his fist and counting with the money bag.

In the end, under Wu Ming's gaze, the little narcissus cautiously took out five cents from the money bag and left very shabby.

After a while, the little narcissus went and returned, with a few more things in his hands.

Wu Mingding looked at it and found that Xiao Shuixian had bought two meat buns, two steamed buns without filling, and a bowl of fragrant bone broth.

"Big brother, eat quickly." Handing the big bone broth and meat bun to Wu Ming, Xiao Narcissus took two steamed buns and ate them in small bites.

Wu Ming took a sip of soup, looked at the steamed buns in Xiao Shuixian's hand, looked at his meat buns again, and said, "Why don't you buy meat buns and ask for an extra bowl of bone broth?" ”

"One meat bun is one penny, two pennies without meat, and two pennies a bowl of bone broth." The little narcissus crossed his fingers to calculate the accounts, and said happily: "I'm young, and I don't have to work, just eat steamed buns." Big brother has to work, eat meat buns to have strength, and drink big bone broth to be nutritious..."

The little narcissus said it simply, but Wu Ming knew that this was a little girl who was poor and afraid, and she was reluctant to spend a penny. Even if I bought meat buns and bone broth, I was reluctant to eat a bite, and I really had the meaning of a good wife and mother.

Feeling the little narcissus's heart, Wu Ming's heart was full of sighs.

If the protagonist template in the world is also divided into three, six, nine, etc., the heroine of the space Narcissus must not be a paid VIP user.

At such a young age, I have suffered so much, but I am still optimistic.

Compared with the little narcissus, the heroines of those fairy templates lack such simplicity, and they seem to be a little unexpected.

"Big brother, what are you watching me do, the soup won't taste good when it's cold." Seeing Wu Ming staring at him, the little narcissus blushed with shame on his face, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Wu Ming came back to his senses, handed the meat bun in his hand to the little narcissus, and said, "Let's eat together, everyone shares joys and sorrows." ”

Not allowing Xiao Shuixian to argue, Wu Ming took one of the steamed buns and pushed the big bone broth out.

The little narcissus looked shy, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, and asked softly: "Big brother, will you ever be so good to me in the future, thinking about me forever?" ”

Wu Ming said that he regarded her as a sister, but the little narcissus obviously didn't think so.

Although she slept in her clothes last night, in Xiao Shuixian's heart, she was the child daughter-in-law bought by Wu Ming, not some brother and sister.

You know, because my father is a gambler, there are not many happy days from childhood to Daffodils, and even fewer down-to-earth days.

At this time, for some reason, the little narcissus felt warm in her heart, and felt that the future days were particularly promising, and for a while, distracting thoughts flew around.

The little narcissus was in tears and looked at Wu Ming beside him.

Wu Ming was a little inexplicable, he didn't know what the little narcissus was thinking, and said casually: "I don't even know what you're talking about!" ”

"Wood, stupid!" The little narcissus was a little annoyed and angry, and looked over her head sulkingly.

For an afternoon, the little narcissus didn't talk to Wu Ming, and her puffing appearance was very cute.

In the evening, after dinner, the two lay on the same bed again.

At this time, Wu Ming suddenly discovered that the little narcissus was actually wearing only a small coat, and was not lying on the bed without taking off a single piece of clothing like last night.

"I was scared and shivering last night, but I won't be afraid tonight?" As soon as Wu Ming had this thought, he noticed the villain next to him and hugged his arm.

In an instant, a cool touch followed, as if it was not a person holding his hand, but a delicate porcelain doll.

Subconsciously, Wu Ming's arm that was hugged couldn't help but move, and his fingertips ran over Xiao Shuixian's arm.

With this move, the little narcissus shook slightly, but instead of letting go of his hands, he hugged him tighter: "Big brother, do you have any dreams?" ”

Hearing this, Wu Ming thought for a while and replied truthfully: "Yes, I plan to scrape together enough thirty taels of silver, and then go to Qingcheng Mountain to learn the Tao." But with you, I estimate that it will be enough for fifty taels, and I estimate that I will save for a month! ”

"Learn the Tao, you want to become a Taoist priest? So, what do I do? At this moment, the little narcissus was really anxious, and the whole person sat up suddenly.

Seeing the little narcissus's reflection, Wu Ming asked a little strangely, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"You scumbag, I'm your wife, you're going to be a Taoist, what should I do..."

Wu Ming was stunned when he heard this, put the quilt on the little narcissus's body, and said, "No, you are my sister, why did you become my wife?" ”

"Nonsense, if I were your sister, how could I sleep in the same bed with you. Don't you think I'm small, and you don't want me anymore? ”

Halfway through the speech, the little narcissus began to cry: "I am a child that no one wants, and my father doesn't want me, he wants to sell me to others." My mother didn't want me and pushed me to the negative man. Now, you don't want me anymore, don't you want me to die? ”

Wu Ming looked at the little narcissus who was wearing a small coat under the moonlight, crying pear blossoms with rain, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

In his thoughts, since the little narcissus is the heroine of the space farming text, he should be very disgusted with arranged marriages.

But what's the situation, I don't treat her as a child daughter-in-law, but as a sister, why do I have to turn against her.