The matter has reached this point, and shopkeeper Yao has no way to refuse. He clenched his fists and suppressed his anger and said: "I will take charge of it."
what's going on?
Shopkeeper Yao usually loves to bully Xiao Yu. Today he not only returned Xiao Yu's money, but also paid for Xiao Yu's meals.
It's really incredible.
Zhang Wu couldn't react at all.
"The waiter!" Worried that shopkeeper Yao would bully Zhang Wu, Xiao Yu pretended to be unfamiliar with Zhang Wu and said, "Don't just stand there stupidly, pack it for me."
Zhang Wu looked at Shopkeeper Yao again: "It's from the shopkeeper."
Shopkeeper Yao's head was about to burst into flames, but he still nodded stiffly.
Zhang Wu hurriedly went to get the oil paper and saw that all the soup and water on the table had been eaten. The remaining chestnut roast chicken, rice cakes, mutton bone sticks, steamed buns, and steamed buns were all easy to pack. This...he understood immediately Come here, all this is really Xiao Yu's intention.
Deliberately entering Wangyue Restaurant during dinner, deliberately ordering food, deliberately looking for shopkeeper Yao, deliberately collecting debts, deliberately demanding compensation... so many deliberate intentions, but these "intentions" were all successful.
He knew that Xiao Yu was smart, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yu was so smart that he actually got what he wanted from the stingy and rogue shopkeeper Yao.
This is the first person in Wangyue Restaurant!
so amazing!
He couldn't help but feel excited, and his packing movements were a little trembling.
"Tighten up," Xiao Yu reminded.
"Eh, eh, eh, eh." Zhang Wu responded repeatedly.
After a while, the food on the table was packed.
Xiao Yu stood up, holding the oil paper bag in one hand and holding Ming He in the other, and said to shopkeeper Yao, "Thank you, shopkeeper."
Thank you!
Shopkeeper Yao's Qiqiao was almost suffocating.
"Minghe, go home." Xiao Yu said happily.
"Go home!" Minghe followed.
"Guest, please go slowly." According to the store rules, the waiter needs to send the diners to the door. Zhang Wu followed Xiao Yu and Ming He to the door with unprecedented enthusiasm, and couldn't help but ask Xiao Yu what happened.
Xiao Yu didn't hide it: "I said, if you don't give me wages, I will cause trouble to all the diners."
"So simple?" Zhang Wu asked in shock, "Aren't you afraid of his revenge?"
"I have a trump card."
"What trump card?"
"I'll tell you later." Zhang Wu is still a worker at Wangyue Restaurant, so it's not good to know too much. Xiao Yu doesn't plan to say that the original owner overheard the explosive information for the time being.
Zhang Wu didn't really want to know what Xiao Yu had in his hands. He was just worried about Xiao Yu. Since Xiao Yu had a trump card, he was relieved and said: "That's okay, but you don't work here anymore. You want to where to?"
"I don't know yet." Xiao Yu said.
"I don't know many people, and I don't have a good place to go." Zhang Wu couldn't help Xiao Yu.
"I know I will go somewhere, don't worry."
"That's fine."
"You should go back to work quickly, otherwise the shopkeeper will find an excuse to deduct the money again."
Zhang Wu did not delay, turned around and continued to greet the guests.
Xiao Yu and Ming He walked out of Qingshi Town.
Minghe turned his head to look at Xiao Yu's hands from time to time.
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Yu asked.
"Uncle, how come we have so many things?" When he saw the conversation between his uncle and the shopkeeper just now, he noticed that something was not right in the atmosphere, but he was too young to understand the bickering between adults, and he did not dare to interrupt. , now it was just him and his uncle, so he boldly asked.
"This is what the shopkeeper owes us." Xiao Yu replied.
"Owe us?"
"Well, my uncle used to work here. They didn't pay him the wages they owed him, so they paid him this time." Xiao Yu explained.
Minghe understood and said, "Then these things belong to us?"
"More than that." Xiao Yu stopped, let go of Ming He's little hand, and took out the silver from his arms: "Look, there is still some silver."
"Wow, we have money!" Minghe was extremely happy.
"Yes, this food and this money belong to us."
"There are so many, we are rich people!" Minghe's dark eyes were very bright.
Xiao Yu smiled and said, "No, one or two or five coins is very little."
Minghe's voice was sweet: "It doesn't matter, we will make more money."
"You're right, my uncle won't let you starve anyway!" Xiao Yu said.
Minghe suddenly stopped talking.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Yu put the money back into his pocket.
Minghe pursed his lips and said, "Uncle, you are so kind to me!"
From the moment they met, Minghe gave people a positive, optimistic and diligent feeling, but now Xiao Yu clearly felt that this child was sensitive and restless inside. He thought of the time when he lived with his grandma when he was a child, and her grandma was never stingy at that time. Communicate with him and give him enough safety.
He also wanted to treat Minghe like this, so he touched his little head: "Little fool, I am your uncle, and I will treat you well all my life."
Minghe's mood obviously rose: "I will always be good to my little uncle."
"Pull the hook."
"Pull the hook."
Two thin fingers, one long and one short, hooked together and said: "Hang yourself on a hook and hang yourself for a hundred years. You are not allowed to change. You are not allowed to change."
"Okay, let's go." Xiao Yu said.
"Um."
The uncle and nephew ate steamed buns soaked in raw water in the morning, and egg noodles, assorted sweet soups, and steamed buns for lunch. They had enough energy to replenish their energy, but they were both too weak, especially Xiao Yu who felt tired before he got home. Can't walk anymore.
"Uncle, I will carry you." Minghe was very positive.
Xiao Yu glanced at Ming He, who looked like bean sprouts, and said, "I don't want you to carry it, let's take a break."
The whole family walked and rested all the way. It took them more than half an hour to return to Jinxiu Village. Then they sat on the threshold and breathed for a long time. In the evening, Xiao Yu took out the packed food and cooked it with a lamb bone stick. Two bowls of thick soup and warmed up steamed buns.
The two of them were extremely satisfied with their meal.
Xiao Yu followed the local customs when he went to his hometown. He put the remaining chestnut roast chicken, rice cakes, steamed buns and steamed buns into small bamboo baskets and hung them on the rafters.
"This way the mice won't be able to eat it!" Minghe looked at it with a raised face.
Xiao Yu nodded.
The uncle and nephew ate a lot today and consumed a lot. As soon as night fell, they took a bath. Without saying a few words, they crawled into bed and fell asleep. When they woke up the next day, Xiao Yu felt full of strength. , Minghe is also more energetic.
The two of them walked out of the hut together and saw the leaves and branches scattered in the small yard.
"What's going on?" Xiao Yu was confused.
"It was windy last night?" Minghe asked.
Xiao Yu asked, "How do you know?"
"I heard the whirring, and I thought, the Monkey King was coming. The Monkey King is a good person, and then I fell asleep." After Minghe finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Yu and said in surprise: "Uncle, we can pick up branches to make a fire."
He is a little expert in life!
Xiao Yu agreed: "Yes, there just aren't many branches left in the kitchen."
"Well, I'll pick it up." Minghe ran into the kitchen, grabbed a small bamboo basket and ran out of the small courtyard.
"Minghe, why don't you pick up the ones in the yard?"
"Pick up the ones outside first, otherwise they will all be picked up!" Minghe disappeared.
Xiao Yu couldn't let a three-year-old do everything. He walked out of the small yard and saw many people in the village picking up branches scattered on the ground. The thin and small Minghe was caught in the middle. His short legs moved very fast. , picking up one piece after another, cute and pitiful.
Xiao Yu stepped forward and picked it up.
The two quickly picked up a basket.
Minghe urged: "Little uncle, pour the firewood home and bring the basket over."
Really good at arranging.
Xiao Yu obeyed the arrangement and emptied a basket of firewood home, then carried the bamboo basket to the woods to call Minghe River.
Minghe stood in front of a pile of branches, looking down at something.
"Minghe." Xiao Yu stepped forward.
Minghe looked up with tears in his eyes.
Xiao Yu was startled, stopped quickly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Minghe's mouth was flattened, and tears were falling down.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Yu asked anxiously.
"Uncle, my pants are torn, wuwu." Minghe cried.
"where?"
Minghe let go of his little hand, and a piece of cloth hung down from his vagina. He saw his little jiji at a glance. Xiao Yu didn't know what to say for a moment: "This..."
"I pulled the branch, but the branch wouldn't let me pull. When I tried hard, my pants torn." Minghe cried sadly.
"So are you hurt?"
"No, but the pants are torn." Minghe became more and more sad as he thought about it.
As long as he's not injured.
Xiao Yuchang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You, you didn't cry when your arm was torn. Why are you crying when your pants are torn?"
"A broken arm will grow back on its own, but the pants won't grow back on their own, ugh."
"..." What he said made sense, but it made people feel sad to hear it. Xiao Yu stretched out his hand to wipe Ming He's tears and said: "Although the pants will not grow well, we can mend them."
"It can't be made up."
Seeing that the fabric of Minghe's clothes was worn out, and the vertical and horizontal fibers couldn't help but be crossed by stitches, and it really couldn't be mended, Xiao Yu said, "It can't be mended, we can make a new pair of trousers."
"Can you do it again?" Minghe blinked his tearful eyes.
"Of course, my uncle will make you a new pair of pants, so you won't cry anymore."
"Um."
"We've almost collected the firewood. Let's go back first." Xiao Yu put the firewood into the bamboo basket and carried it away.
Minghe covered his trouser pockets with his little hands and followed with his legs crossed.
Xiao Yu looked back.
Minghe explained: "It's embarrassing to show off my little jiji."
Xiao Yu couldn't help but laugh, and stepped forward to hug Minghe: "This way, he won't be exposed."
After his father died in the war, his mother began to fall ill. After Minghe staggered to walk, he never enjoyed hugs again. Suddenly he was hugged by his uncle. He blinked stiffly twice and felt the warmth on his uncle's body. He felt so good. I like it so much that I couldn't help but put my little head on Xiao Yu's shoulder, and my little face was full of joy: "Yeah."
Xiao Yu didn't notice the difference between the children. He only felt that Ming He was too thin and light. After returning home, Xiao Yu tried to find a piece of fabric to temporarily use as Ming He's pants, but couldn't find it at all. He looked at Ming He.
Minghe looked over expectantly.
Xiao Yu said with a smile: "Eat breakfast first, my uncle will go to town to buy cloth for you later."
Minghe nodded hurriedly.
Xiao Yu went to the corner to pick some green vegetables, tore the roasted chicken into thin strips, mixed them together, broke some steamed buns into it, and made a homemade version of steamed buns soaked in shredded chicken and vegetables, which included meat, vegetables, carbohydrates, and soup.
Minghe was very happy to eat, but his pants were torn and he couldn't go to town with his uncle, so he was a little unhappy.
"My uncle will be back as soon as he buys the fabric. Please wait a moment." Xiao Yu said.
"Then come back quickly and don't get sick." Ming He said.
"good."
Xiao Yu bolted the courtyard door and walked towards Qingshi Town. Maybe he had eaten well yesterday and had a good rest, so he arrived at Qingshi Town easily today. He walked directly to a cloth shop and saw the clothes hanging on the wall. Children's ready-made clothes will definitely look good on Ming He. He asked: "Shopkeeper, how much does that clothes cost?"
"Three taels of silver."
"How much?" Xiao Yu asked in shock.
"Thirty taels of silver." The shopkeeper raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yu, couldn't help but glance at his mouth, pointed at the obviously inferior ready-made clothes next to him and said, "This one is cheap, only two taels of silver."
Why is it so expensive!
The shopkeeper said, "How about you buy some cloth?"
"How to sell cloth?"
"The cheapest kind costs fifty cents per foot." The shopkeeper pointed.
Xiao Yu touched it and found that the fabric was very rough. He was not satisfied. He touched several more fabrics and then asked curiously: "Shopkeeper, how many feet does a piece of clothing need for a three or four year old child?"
"Can't it be five or six feet?"
Xiao Yu really didn't know anything about fabrics, so he asked again: "How many feet does that pair of pants need?"
"Three or four feet."
The book "Emperor's Dream" is fictional, and the money is the author's private creation. One tael of silver is equal to ten coins, which is equal to one thousand coins. In other words, using the cheapest way to make children's clothes costs about three coins, and making a pair of pants costs two coins. about.
ah.
His total wealth is only one or two and a half pieces of silver, which is fifteen pieces of silver!
But Minghe can't go out with Xiaojiji hanging around.
Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment, then changed to another cloth shop and asked again. Finally, he found cheaper fabrics, bought needles and threads, and decided to go back to Minghe to make some.
It's just that he lost one-third of his money and had no income. He and Minghe either starved to death or froze to death. He walked around the town, trying to find a job.
I didn't see anyone recruiting workers for a while, but I did see a lot of people walking towards the Zitang Canal with twists, candied haws, and candies.
He followed curiously and was stunned when he saw the scene beside the canal.
