At this time, Zhao Changsheng came out. Mrs. Wu hugged Fuya and asked repeatedly, "How is it?" How much to give? It can't be ten texts, right? The hearts of these people are dark! ”

"Auntie, the shopkeeper gave this price." Saying that, Zhao Changsheng made a gesture.

"What? Only give fifteen wen? The coarse grains in the town have risen to 15 wen, and we are pine nuts, top-quality pine nuts! "Mrs. Wu is in a hurry. Why is it so hard for ordinary people to sell something? I want to take a layer off them! Alas, in this world, do you still let people live?

Zhao Changsheng shook his head, didn't say anything more, moved a basket down, and sent it to the roasted goods shop. Song Laosi suddenly realized, pulled Mrs. Wu, who was about to scold again, and whispered in her ear: "Mother, don't say it, there must be more than fifteen Wen!" ”

"It's not fifteen, that's how much? One hundred and fifty wen? Is the shopkeeper crazy? Mrs. Wu muttered quietly.

When it was time to settle the bill, Mrs. Wu leaned over and widened her eyes in surprise - it was really one hundred and fifty wen!

Coming out of the roasted goods shop, she whispered to Zhao Changsheng: "Do you know this shopkeeper?" Look at this trouble, how can you get a favor? ”

Zhao Changsheng said with a smile: "This shopkeeper, I will see you for the first time today." People say that pine nuts of this quality like ours are worth the price! Auntie, don't worry, people won't do a money-losing business! ”

Three hundred and twenty pounds of pine nuts were sold for ninety-six taels of silver. Zhao Changsheng asked for ninety taels of silver tickets, and six taels of broken silver, all of which were handed over to Mrs. Wu.

Wu Pozi seemed to have Parkinson's, shaking her hands and taking the silver ticket and silver. Song Laosi looked at it and hurriedly hugged his daughter over, lest his mother fall his daughter with soft hands and feet.

"Hey, hey! It's the first time I've seen so much silver in my life! Fourth, pinch me. I can't be dreaming! Mrs. Wu rubbed her hand vigorously on the placket, carefully unfolded the silver ticket, and rubbed it gently. That action was more gentle than when you stroked her granddaughter's little face.

Fu Ya: Isn't she a big living person more important than the ninety-six taels of silver tickets? After all, it was a mistake!

Mrs. Wu wrapped the silver ticket in oiled paper, carefully wrapped it in a handkerchief, and stuffed it into her arms, feeling unsteady in her heart. He took it out again and stuffed it in...... In Fu Ya's arms.

Song Ziran looked confused: What kind of operation is this? Such a valuable thing, let the seven-month-old little milk baby keep it? What's the trouble?

Mrs. Wu was relieved at this time. The granddaughter is a little lucky star, blessed by the gods, and the silver ticket will definitely not be wrong if she puts it there!

She looked at the broken silver in her hand and stuffed it into her bosom. She took her granddaughter, waved her hand, and said magnificently: "Go!" Milk buys meat for Fuya! Kill another chicken and give Fuya stewed soup to drink! ”

Song Laosi asked, "Fu Ya is so young, can she eat meat?" ”

"It should ...... Can you? Go back and ask Fuya for dry milk. Mrs. Wu was a little unsure, and said, "Then give us Fuya a pound of snacks!" ”

She still remembers that Fu Ya didn't eat much of the snacks given by those noble sons, and they were all distributed to her family. This time, I have to compensate my granddaughter well.

When she came to the largest dim sum shop in the county, Mrs. Wu went in with her granddaughter in her arms and held her head high. The guys in the shop looked at their grandchildren's clothes, ignored them, and went to entertain the other guests.

Mrs. Wu walked around and asked the little milk baby in her arms: "Fuya, which one do you like?" Show it to the milk! Don't save for your family, we have silver! ”

There weren't many people in the shop, and a lady was looking down and asking her son what he wanted. The little boy looked like he was about five or six years old, wearing a royal blue dark flower brocade coat, covered with a silver-red piping silver mouse gown, with tassels and rings on his neck, red lips and white teeth, very white and cute.

The little boy didn't seem to be interested in the dim sum in the store, and his big flexible eyes stared at the little milk bag in Mrs. Wu's arms. Fu Ya tilted her head and glanced at him - I don't know! He withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the pastries on the counter.

Osmanthus cake, poria cake, mung bean cake, yam cake, ...... It looks delicious, so what should I buy? Song Ziran was worried!

"Sister!" The little boy pulled the sleeve of the noble lady and said coquettishly, "Mother, you see that sister is so beautiful and cute." Let's take it back and raise it, shall we? ”

The noble lady looked Mrs. Wu up and down, and said slowly: "The child in your arms, is it your family?" ”

Mrs. Wu looked at her vigilantly and asked rhetorically, "It's not mine, can it be yours?" ”

"I heard that a group of people have recently come to the county to shoot flowers, and they have lost several children." The noble lady took her son's hand and frowned at Mrs. Wu.

Mrs. Wu blew up: "What does it matter to me to lose a child in the county?" ”

"You are dressed in rags, but the child in your arms is brand new; You have a yellow face and thin muscles, but the child in your arms is white and fat; You have hanging eyebrows and triangular eyes, and the child in your arms has willow eyebrows, big eyes, and Yuxue is cute, and at first glance it is carefully raised. How can people not wonder about the origin of your child? The more the lady spoke, the more excited she became, and she had the intention of arresting her and sending her to the official.

Song Ziran listened, and her faint brows furrowed: There is something wrong with this mother and son, right? One wants to take other people's children home, and the other casually suspects other people's flowers. Brains are good stuff, remember to take them with you when you go out!

She stretched out her little hand, hugged Mrs. Wu's neck, and rubbed her affectionately with her little face. Use actions to prove the identity of the two grandchildren.

Mrs. Wu touched her granddaughter's little face, and her heart was so moved: although her family Fuya couldn't speak, she knew that it was towards her! It's so sweet!

Seeing this, the noblewoman's face showed a little embarrassment - could it be that she had guessed wrong? Or did this mother-in-law give the little milk baby ecstasy?

Mrs. Wu took a deep breath and said, "We just went to the county government today to receive the subsidy, and there is still my handprint on the paperwork!" Sister-in-law Yang in the county government can testify for me. If the lady still doesn't believe me, the old woman can accompany you to the county office to prove my innocence! ”

The little boy came over at some point, stretched out his hand to touch Fu Ya's little paws, turned back to his mother and said in surprise: "Mother, my sister's hands are so soft, like the hair cake I ate in the morning!" ”

Song Ziran hurriedly withdrew her hand, hugged her neck again, and turned around and glared at him fiercely: This girl's hand, how can anyone touch it? Roll the calves!

"Mother, my sister is glaring at me! My sister's eyes are so big! The little boy happily ran back and grabbed his mother's hand, "Mother, I like this sister, can we go back?" ”

The noble lady touched her son's head in embarrassment and whispered, "No, my sister belongs to someone else's family and can't be brought back." ”