Ning Wuxin first went to the dessert shop to buy the snacks to be eaten tomorrow to avoid the shop closing.

Then walk towards the bazaar.

At this time, most of the vendors in the market have closed their stalls and are ready to go home, but of course, there are still a small number of vendors who are staying for the time being.

Ning Wuxin's appearance caused some people to look sideways, but it was very open and transferred.

Because these days, this little young master who doesn't know which family has to come to visit at this time of the day.

At first, the vendors were very enthusiastic, and their eyes seemed to see a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, but soon this gaze diminished.

Because he just just walks around and doesn't buy anything, so what if he looks good?

The stall vendors have to support their families, how can they have this spare time to fight with this little master?

"Is it still the same today?" the eyes of the vendors lingered eagerly.

Ning Wuxin looked east and west, but the result was to pick it up and put it down.

The last hope in the hearts of the small vendors also seems to have been disappointed.

Just after all the vendors lost interest in this little fat sheep, Ning Wuxin squatted down at a stall selling porcelain.

It's not the first time that the stall owner has greeted Ning Wuxin, from the enthusiasm at the beginning, to the current love to ignore it, no matter which porcelain Ning Wuxin looks, he just glanced at it, and then a price popped up in his heart, and he didn't even bother to say anything.

Suddenly, an inquiry made the vendors stunned.

"What's the price of this vase?"

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy has a very thin voice, and it is when the male and female are inarable, like a little girl.

As soon as these words came out, the stall owner was also stunned, and it took a long time before he quoted the price, "the money is always ......"

He was even surprised to forget the origin of this porcelain, and opened his mouth but swallowed it again.

But the next moment, the boy put down the porcelain vase, and looked excited again.

The stall owner immediately took a deep breath, and then his face flushed.

All the vendors in the bazaar thought that this guy was about to open, and secretly said that he was really lucky with shit, but it was a pity that the young man still didn't buy it, and the corners of his mouth were immediately raised, as if he was watching a play - a broken porcelain is always money, are you a fool for everyone?

Soon, Ning Wuxin set his eyes on a small porcelain vase and weighed it.

This time, the stall owner calmed down, glanced at the porcelain vase, his eyes did not blink, he said a price, and there was no hope.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the little young master actually took out the silver and threw it into one of the porcelain bowls.

As soon as the money was thrown in, there was a sound of "clanging", and the vendors who had not yet left the market were stunned.

Ning Wuxin deliberately walked towards one of the gadget stalls, but halfway through, the stall owner who sold herbs, flowers and herbs stopped him, saying that he had bought a porcelain vase, didn't he just buy some flowers and plants? Ning Wuxin hesitated, and after a moment of hesitation, the person was dragged to the stall in a blink of an eye.

Another stall owner selling gadgets saw it and realized that he had been cut off, and his face immediately turned black.

As a result, when Ning Wuxin left the market, she already had two pots of rumored eighteen-degree seedlings in her hands, as well as a bunch of unknown medicinal herbs, and behind her, the stall owner of the herb and medicinal herb stall had a few taels of silver and his face was wrinkled with a smile.

The rest of the vendors almost beat their chests, and they almost couldn't help but curse - if this little young master's skin is so thin, wouldn't my stall have been sold long ago?

The vendor who was cut off immediately scolded, but he couldn't bear it any longer, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

......

What kind of chaos has become of the bazaar because of her, Ning Wuxin didn't know, after leaving Donglai Street, she took the pile of things and went to the Fu family in Jiuqu Lane.

Ning Wuxin's appearance attracted the attention of many people in Jiuqu Lane, but soon, these curious eyes disappeared.

They didn't come up to greet her, and everyone tried to avoid her. Things gather in kind, people in groups, her appearance is like a cat that has scurried into the mud, and they are voles rolling in the mud, and they are not born to be the same kind of people.

Finally, she came to the narrowest alley of Jiuqu Lane, turned her head, and in the distance, a half-grown child was walking towards Qingshi Lane.

She glanced at the courtyard of the Fu family, looked at the old tree that was gradually withering and yellowing, and walked over leisurely.

In a moment, there was a heavy, but hollow knock on the rotting old wooden door.

......

Ning Wuxin has heard the women in the town talk about Jiuqu Lane all these years.

For example, although the life of the mud legs in Jiuqu Lane is not very good, it is like those mountain weeds, cheap and easy to feed.

Ayan's high fever is much more serious than that of Yuan Cheng, the child of the Yuanju family next door, and as a result, two days of hard work have come to life again, and there are no sequelae of extraordinary, and the whole person is "radiant" a lot.

The reddish-purple scar on his face did not become smaller, it became lighter, but it changed—faintly like a phoenix burning in a fire.

This did not happen in her previous life, it was a new change after her rebirth, and she was also pondering.

thought of some gossip I heard in my previous life, and some secrets I found when I investigated Lu Qingshan in my previous life-

Suddenly he smiled.

Mrs. Ning's gaze at Aya was indifferent, only more than in the past, she lingered more times.

Ning Wuxin saw a strange scrutiny from it, this kind of gaze was too familiar to her.

Odd goods, or ...... Waiting to be sold?

Oh, it's funny, it's really interesting—

Ning Wuxin went to the Fu family, few people knew, and even if they knew, these people would not have much trouble;

As for what the two of them talked about, in this place where the Dao Law is suppressed, except for the master here, I am afraid that no one can know, and whether the master here will notice? This answer is inevitable.

After more than ten days of hard work, Ning Wuxin was not too "willful", sometimes he would follow Yuan Cheng and the children of the Fu family into Jiuqu Lane, and sometimes he would sit at the mouth of Jiuqu Lane and Qingshi Lane and look at the two children.

Yuan Cheng said that he wanted to teach her to read, but his family agreed to it, of course, not now, but a month later, if he can get good grades in the school this month, then he will agree to his request.

The child looked at the tiger head, but he was actually a little smart, and knew that his own lady was fooling him again.

He knew that he had dug a hole for himself, and he obviously didn't like to read very much, but he insisted on being a little gentleman, and what about the moment? The child has a good face, and if he says it, how can he not do it?

It's actually not wrong for the Yuan family to do this.

One is that she has her own abacus in her heart, and she doesn't want him to have too deep contact with the Ning family.

The other can use this to suppress and suppress Yuan Cheng.

He used to fish for three days in the school and dry the net for two days, but he couldn't stand that he was indeed a student material, so he returned to the exam well.

The point is that the school hides a little mystery in the town, and even a circle, and staying more is only good for him, not bad.

As a result, Xiao Yuancheng assured Ning Wuxin with a bitter face that he would definitely study hard this month, and he would be able to teach her next.

Ning Wuxin smiled, there was nothing to do.

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