When the peddler saw a few children running out, he happily lifted the gauze covering the cart, revealing all kinds of sugar gourds inside.

"Sister, I want to eat bean paste."

"I want to eat bean paste and citrus."

Doubao and Sanya looked at the sugar gourd and swallowed.

Douding smiled milkily: "I want to eat it." ”

"Hahaha, little glutton."

The three siblings were amused by Douding's stupid little expression, and they laughed apart.

The peddler glanced at the clothes of the four children, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The common people who grew up under the roots of the imperial city know that Longhu Street is a rich area, and the people who live here are either rich or expensive.

These children, coarse cloth jackets, are dressed quite shabby, not like the young master and young lady of a big family.

"The original sugar gourd is sour and sweet, it's delicious, do you want to try it?"

Thinking to himself, he couldn't help but show it, and picked the cheapest original sugar gourd and handed it to the bean cube.

"How many sugar gourds are there in your cart?"

Ye Xiuyan is incomparably smart, and she can see his vague careful thoughts at a glance, and a trace of displeasure flashes in her eyes.

The peeping man was a big ghost, and when he saw that his sister was unhappy, he turned his head and ignored him.

The vendor's hand holding the sugar gourd stiffened, revealing a little embarrassment.

"My sister asked you, how many are there?"

Doubao's rough personality does not mean that he is stupid, and he can also see the disgust that the hawker invisibly revealed.

The little bun was fried, his cheeks were puffed out, and his eyes were round.

"Thirty of the original flavor, fifteen of the bean paste, ten of the bean paste and citrus."

The peddler's heart trembled, and he withdrew his hand in a daze, embarrassed to look at the siblings.

"There are three hundred and twenty texts in total, and we all want them."

Ye Xiuyan took out a tael of silver and threw it to the vendor, motioned for the bean bag to enter the courtyard and call for people, and asked the villagers to come out to help.

Doubao comprehended, like a happy foal, ran into the small courtyard, and after a while, called several familiar teenagers and girls.

"Wow, that's a lot of sugar gourds."

The boys and girls saw a cart of sugar gourds and gathered around them.

"Brother Da Shu, Sister Xinghua."

Ye Xiuyan waved her small hand, domineering and leaking: "These sugar gourds are all ours, take them back and distribute them to everyone, one for each person." ”

"Okay."

"Thank you, girl."

The boys and girls rushed up, grabbed a handful of sugar gourds, chased each other and ran back to the yard laughing.

The three little ones also took two sugar gourds, and the bean bar licked the sugar syrup with a small mouth, and his smiling eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Little girl, I don't have that much money to find you."

The peddler was dumbfounded when he looked at the silver in his hand, and he no longer dared to despise it.

One tael of silver is equivalent to a thousand copper plates, and it cost three hundred and twenty wen to buy a sugar gourd, and six hundred and eighty wen still need to be returned.

He really didn't carry that much money with him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money, make an IOU."

Ye Xiuyan took out a pen and paper and threw it at him like a trick: "In the future, we will send us forty sugar gourds every day until the fifth day of the first lunar month." ”

"Okay, I'll write it now."

When the peddler heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, and he wrote down the IOU in a slippery manner.

Ye Xiuyan took the IOU like a little adult, condensed a small face, and ordered coolly: "Ming'er is Chinese New Year's Eve, remember to come early, don't celebrate the day." ”

"Okay, miss, don't worry."

The peddler nodded and bowed, stopped calling the little girl, and wiped his mouth with honey-like sweetness: "I will come early in the morning tomorrow, and I will definitely not delay the young ladies and young masters for the festival." ”

(End of chapter)