"Miss, they are going too far. I can't give you this pocket money." Dong'er quickly stopped her. If she gave them this, they would not be able to control these children in the future.
Yun Tingruo's eyebrows were as bright and dazzling as the morning sun: "Here."
Cang Ao plucked his ears to see if he heard it correctly. The master just agreed.
Looking at the two dumbfounded faces in front of her, Yun Tingruo's fingertips popped up like lotus flowers: "It's okay to give pocket money, but there are rules."
As soon as Cang Ao opened his mouth just now, Yun Tingruo thought of an exquisite training.
Using this pocket money to train will be better for your body's sensitivity.
"Rules." Cang Ao touched his head, his mind went blank. What his master said was too profound.
He couldn't understand.
"The rules are to earn pocket money, one batch every two days, you go to the market to catch thieves, fight gangsters, and beat up bad guys. This pocket money is earned through hard work, one copper coin for each good deed, how about."
As soon as Yun Tingruo said these words, Dong'er and Cang Ao understood instantly.
It turns out that he exchanges good deeds for pocket money.
"Okay." Cang Ao cheered, his bright eyes were full of energy, and the embarrassment just now was gone.
The pocket money earned through hard work made him feel less guilty.
"So how do you know they did something good?"
Donger asked the key question.
"It's very simple. You bring charcoal and paper, do a good deed, and ask the other person to write a word at will. When you come back, write a word with your right hand and left hand respectively."
If you ask the other party to write their name, some people will definitely not be willing to do it, but it is easy to ask them to write any word.
"Miss, you are so smart. This way, they can't cheat."
Dong'er gave a thumbs up sincerely. Everyone's handwriting is different and you can tell at a glance.
After letting myself write with two hands separately, and comparing it with the one left by others, I can clearly tell whether it is a forgery.
"Go down and discuss with your companions. If you can accept it, form groups of six and divide them into seven groups. One group will go out every two days, and they will come back one after another. Write a list for each rent."
Cang Ao couldn't help but accept Yun Tingruo's words.
He nodded eagerly: "Cang Ao will go now."
Looking at Cang Ao's happy back, Dong'er also laughed, like a river of misty spring water,
She could feel that the child was really happy.
Then she turned around and said, "Miss, your plan is really clever."
"No, this is not a strategy, this is training." Yun Tingruo denied it.
"Training?" Dong'er was confused, how to train like this.
"Think about it, I ask them to catch thieves, fight gangsters, and beat up bad guys. What do they need?"
Yun Tingruo's instructions are never stated explicitly, but rather given from the side.
"Skills." Dong'er answered blankly, and then her eyes sparkled.
Oh my god, my God, how could the lady’s mind spin so fast
Things that require pocket money can also turn into training.
Moreover, he did it without anyone noticing, allowing the children's skills to gradually improve.
"Dong'er, training is dead, but people are alive. We can't just settle down on dead things. If we want to break through, we must have experience."
Dong'er kept nodding her head as Yun Tingruo spoke.
The lady is right. If you had closed training every day, how great would your skills be
Only by accumulating experience and failures can you go higher.
Children go out to do good deeds, although it is based on pocket money. If Yun Ting doesn't care about this, what she wants is absolute skill.
And while doing these things, the mind and wisdom do not gradually increase.
Her world of killers will never raise a bunch of trash.
****
In another big room, the children started shouting when they heard Cang Ao's words.
You said I was noisy and lively.
"Shut up, what are you arguing about? Think about it carefully and get back to me after half a cup of tea."
Cang Ao had the aura of a little leader, standing straight on the table and clapping his hands vigorously.
"Training every day is tiring enough, and I have to do good things, but I won't go."
"I'll go. If the master gives me a chance to earn pocket money, I'll go."
"I go."
"If you don't go, I won't give you anything. Anyway, I have something to eat and drink every day."
"When it's time to do good things, it's better to go back to your room and sleep."
The children's voices suddenly became noisy again. Now they were divided into three groups. Some children were embarrassed to ask for pocket money directly, but they thought it was good to do good deeds.
Some children think that pocket money is optional, and they have an indifferent attitude.
The remaining ten or so children looked dissatisfied. The master was taking care of them anyway, so what's the point of giving them some pocket money
"The master is so stingy, he can't even afford such a small amount of money."
Another young man hummed, and ten people stood behind him, just like the heads of these ten people.
"Bei Lang, if you don't want to go, you won't go. You are seeking death for slandering the master like this."
Cang Ao heard Bei Lang's voice and struck back fiercely.
"Flattery, don't do anything to me just because you have a good relationship with brother Yun Xiao."
Bei Lang was very disdainful, with a deep mockery on his face.
"You bastard, if you hadn't been asking everyone for pocket money, how could this have happened?"
Cang Ao jumped down from the table, pushed aside the children in front of him, and walked up to Bei Lang calmly.
"I said so, but you didn't come at all. You just came to do good things and break the rules. You're a piece of trash."
Bei Lang crossed his arms on his chest, his mouth curled up in shame, and the young man didn't even look at Cang Ao.
His words drew approval from some of the children.
It's not a good rule at all to have to do good deeds even if you need pocket money.
Fortunately, Cang Ao had the nerve to say it.
The children behind the two men unconsciously formed two factions.
The rest is a good show.
"Bah." Cang proudly spat at Bei Lang.
"If you dare to spit on me, I'll beat you to death." Bei Lang's little face was very ugly. He touched the foam on his face with his fingertips, let out a wild roar, and rushed towards Cang Ao.
The two children soon got into a struggle.
"Come on Cang Ao."
"Come on Northern Wolf."
The other children raised their fists high and cheered for the two.
Cang Ao punched him hard, and Bei Lang's face suddenly collapsed a lot.
Not to be outdone, Bei Lang punched Cang Ao, and Cang Ao's jaw immediately swelled a lot.
After a while, the faces and bodies of both of them were shining brightly.
"Bang." The door was kicked open heavily at this moment.
A delicate figure flashed between the two of them, holding their chests with both hands.
Under everyone's astonishment, he flashed out of the room like the wind.
When the children came to their senses, Cang Ao and Bei Lang were gone.
In the dimly lit room, two small figures were kneeling on the ground, their cheeks blue and red.
Still staring at each other.
Until the wind blew outside the curtain, and a small figure appeared in the light and shadow.
Cang Ao and Bei Lang turned around at the same time, half-kneeling: "Master."