Fortunately, Qian's grandfather did not "exercise" the potential of wheat and do "horse and horse" work day after day. No, he took her to the county town to buy new year goods on Sunday.
Different from the previous shipment, the Qianjia Grandpa recruited Qianmai early last night, and regardless of whether she could understand it or not, he explained the purchase order in detail. It's roughly the same as the previous time, except that the purchase volume has doubled, and there are more ritual supplies such as New Year's greetings and firecrackers and incense candles. Finally, Qianjia Grandpa murmured: "As the new year is approaching, thieves are rampant in the city. In addition to taking good care of the goods, you must also pay attention to the packing and checkout of the salesperson. Do you understand?"
Can't you understand? With ginger slices in it, the submersible wheat, which was stunned by the small four-wheel bumps, opened its eyes stubbornly and stared at the Luojia Village passing by outside the car. I didn't go as scheduled today. I wonder if my sister Cui Lingling will still stand in the wind and wait for her.
Seeing Qian Mai, who was in the car next to him, looking out the window for a long time, he looked lost and bored. He looked at the few people from the village in the car and couldn't help but want to tease her. So he pointed to Luojia Village, which was left behind by the car, and depressed him. The voice leaned over to my ear and said mysteriously: "Mai, your sister is there." Seeing the incredible face of Qian Mai, he blinked wittyly and smiled: "You will grow up in the future. Remember to get my sister back."
It turns out that there is no malice! Suddenly, Latent Wheat's tight body softened, a warm current slowly rose from the bottom of my heart, slowly infiltrated, and the mood became clear and relaxed inexplicably. Now Ah Chun still speaks with a radiant face and laughs at Yan Yan. The sun rising in winter casts on her plain face, adding more to the sweetness and charm of a newlywed Yan. "Naturally go to sculpture, clear water out of hibiscus" said that, Qianmai couldn't help but stare at it.
Today’s county street is extremely crowded, and the eyes are full of crowds. People side by side and one after another seem to be doing the same thing, that is, they are constantly looking for goods and buying goods. The strong desire to buy makes the merchants real. Le opened up and sold more vigorously, and some even moved out loudspeakers.
Seeing the hidden wheat in the car is not enviable: "There are rich and silver all over the street."
However, Ah Chun frowned frequently. Today’s county streets are not wide, there are no traffic lights, and there is no clear dividing line. On holidays, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, and pedestrians crowd the streets, and there are many people who drive in the opposite direction and cross the road. . Sun Zhigang's small four-wheeled wheels have slid around several turns before and after, but he can't enter the main street, and now he is stuck in the middle of the group of cars. Simply, except for the people who brought crops into the city to trade, everyone got out of the car near the second department store.
The potential ancestors and grandchildren went to the old bookstore and picked a few books as usual. What Qianmai still wants is sketching and calligraphy, but Qianjia's grandfather unexpectedly did not choose his favorite Chinese medicine books. Instead, he chose several books for children's enlightenment with both pictures and texts.
Quack, dive into Xiaohai, the day when your grace is doubled. congratulations.
The street can't be walked. It's not good to have a child around, accidentally rushing away, or knocking. So, Grandpa Qianjia decided to take the alley, pass through a piece of local houses, and go straight to the grain and oil wholesale center.
Life is always interspersed with dog blood very frequently.
This high-end residential area of Zixi Garden, which will cost nearly 20,000 yuan per square meter in the future, is still a piece of dilapidated and dilapidated earth tile converted residential houses that have not fallen for a hundred years. They are scattered in disorder, all with glass windows here. An iron gate was installed there, and in all likelihood, a small concrete bungalow was built in the backyard of the front house. People who wake up late on Sunday are now slowly prolonging their voices calling for their children to have breakfast, and some are making briquettes, brushing the toilet, and washing clothes.
Amidst the lively and smelly fireworks in the world, Latent Wheat stretched his neck and looked around, muttering in his heart: Why are so many literati and inkmen deceiving people, where are the "ancient meanings"? Where is "Zen"? Where is the "poetic"
Suddenly, Qianjia's grandfather yanked Qianmai back abruptly. Before she could react, a flash of water flew down and wet the bluestone street in front of her.
"Who, don't look at people..." Qian Mai, who raised his head suddenly became silent. The Chinese ancestors were really too predictable and insightful. Winter thunder and summer rain and snow, there really is not the most bloody, only even more bloody.
Behind the wooden railings on the second floor, the sleepy "Xiu Lian" was finally awakened by the screams. He received the eye-knife from Qianmai who was swaying so hard that he could not "pierce the heart". of***.
Next to him, a fluffy curly head immediately came out of the window, and he rubbed half of his face with a towel, thinking he was washing his face. Upon seeing this, he embarrassedly smiled at the potential family grandparents and grandchildren: "Children are ignorant, just rush, just rush..." swiftly, without warning, curly head raised his hand, and a waterfall emptied into the air and poured rocks and splashed. Get up and down "wet".
Meow, Qianmai was completely speechless, looking at the splattered vamp, I couldn't cry or scold, and the expression more ugly than crying froze on his face. Pulling his legs is a rush, what kind of shit luck I'm walking here.