"Hey, classmate!"

"Hello classmates!

Jingle Ears jumped around Xiao Xiao's feet, trying to attract the young wizard's attention, "I think we should take the time to discuss the trade of corpse beetles...... How about this Saturday? I can bring samples to school, you can determine the specific time, we will determine the specific location, how about it?"

Earlier, after Tinker Bell had suggested to the wizard that he trade in a corpse beetle for a mouse, the black cat and the short, bespectacled wizard and whispered for most of the day.

It thought they were just discussing the way to trade, but after the man and the cat had bitten their ears, they left him and went about themselves—the black cat came up to the group of cats, and began to give impassioned speeches, and from time to time he went up to a certain cat and stuffed them with a small pill in his mouth, and the short wizard with glasses went even further, and hid in front of a nearby catalpa tree in a daze, as if he had completely forgotten about the deal with it.

Now, it's easy to get in front of the short wizard and mention the deal with whatever the jingle ear says. After all, in his opinion, exchanging his surplus corpse beetles for the little mice on hand of the wizards was a win-win thing.

It's just that in the eyes of Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao, this win-win situation should be put in double quotation marks - after all, selling mice is the main source of their money, although the market for corpse beetles exists theoretically, but on the one hand, they have not done a specific survey, and they are not clear about the market size and market;

This is something that young wizards find difficult to accept.

For them, the best solution was to exchange Xiao Xiao's pinpoint-sized broken diamonds for the corpse beetles in Ding Dong's hands, so that they could throw away the broken diamonds they didn't need in exchange for a large number of corpse beetles without losing their own mice.

But for Jingle Bell, this plan is not so perfect - although it can harvest some shiny small stones, it has no way to complete the task assigned by the ancestor. Which is more important is a difficult choice to weigh.

......

Hearing the shouting of jingle ears, Xiao Xiao, who was chatting with Lin Guo, lowered his head and looked at the clothed mouse king.

"What?" he blinked, not as if he didn't quite understand what the mouse had just said.

"I mean, shouldn't we take the time to ......" Ding Dong thought that Xiao Xiao really didn't understand, and planned to repeat his words again.

Before it could finish speaking, Xiao Xiao waved his hand and interrupted it.

"Why did you tell me about this?" The wizard pulled out the notebook that was clipped under his left arm, changed the direction, and clipped it under his right arm, and then pointed to the black cat not far away with his left hand, and his tone was a little confused: "The boss is there, what's the use of you discussing with me?"

"Ga?" Jingle his ears and body paused, and blinked his small eyes the size of a mung bean: "Doesn't the book say that the real boss will ******, hold a notebook, and then use a quill to point out the country?"

"Where are you looking at this mess. Xiao Xiao shook his head, raised his hand and beckoned, and shouted to the black cat not far away: "Have you finished it?

The black cat, who had just finished the mobilization meeting and commendation meeting for the cats, raised his tail when he heard this, and Shi Shiran walked over. Poseidon and the little Ragdoll cat are one left and one right, and the little broken steps follow behind.

"What's the matter?" asked the black cat as he walked up to the clothed mouse, raised his chin.

Tinker Ear felt the shadow cast by the black cat, and suddenly felt that he was a little shorter - plus the two little things on the left and right of the black cat were eager to try, adding a bit of deterrence - it involuntarily shrank back and stammered and repeated its proposal.

"This week?" the black cat raised its paws, flicked its ears, and showed a little embarrassment on its face: "I'm afraid it won't work this week." ”

This is the plan he and Xiao Xiao have discussed before: don't be in a hurry to negotiate first, delay for a while, and wait for the Sin Hunter Team to investigate the market size and market of the corpse beetle, and then start to negotiate with the rats;

"Aren't you having a holiday on Saturdays and Sundays? I know, wizards are off on Saturdays and Sundays!" Jingle Ear took a brave step forward, raised his head, and raised his voice slightly: "I read a lot, you can't fool me!"

Who is impatient to lie to you a mouse!

The corners of the black cat's mouth twitched, and she lowered her head, her two red eyes unblinking. Before he could come up with a beautiful word, Xiao Xiao next to him took over the conversation and explained to the mouse king.

"He has assignments from the school on Saturday nights, and we have class meetings on Sunday nights. Dr. Xiao opened his notebook, turned to the page of the calendar, pointed to the dense circles and handwriting on it, and explained to the mouse: "Not only will there be no time this weekend, but I am afraid that there will be no time in the next few weeks...... It's the fifteenth week of school, oh, there is Christmas in the middle of the seventeenth week, and there is an annual school winter hunt in the next three days, and the eighteenth week is going to be New Year's Day, and I have to prepare for the final review, because the school will be closed in the nineteenth week, and review and exams will be arranged. ”

"It was packed to the brim. The black cat looked at the red days and nodded with affection.

Ding Dong Ear obviously doesn't often look at the calendar, facing the red, green, and green colors, all kinds of lines, all kinds of symbols and words on the notebook, as if reading a book from the sky, a pair of mung bean eyes soon turned into mosquito coil eyes.

"Isn't there still the sixteenth week? you didn't count the sixteenth week just now!" Lin Guo next to him seemed to have discovered something, wrenched his fingers, and shouted loudly.

The black cat and Xiao Xiao turned their heads in unison, glared at him viciously, and raised his hand in fright, blocking his mouth.

"yes, what about week sixteen? next week, we can meet next week. The tinkling eyes slowly disappeared, and the Doctor's chaotic thoughts seemed to be straightened out a little.

The black cat sighed heavily.

"Next weekend is the winter solstice, and the yellow calendar says that you want to eat dumplings, sleep a lot, and can't go out. Xiao Xiao's face did not change, his mouth was full of nonsense, and the quill in his hand focused on the calendar.

In a way, the Doctor is not talking nonsense.

Because next week's weekend, it is indeed the winter solstice.

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