Chapter 14: Willful and Dark Little Loli

As the sun sets, the sound of a carriage creaks in the muddy road in the distance. The great grandfather and the aunt gradually go away in the reluctant eyes of the old Zhu family. The grandfather stands at the gate and looks at the back of the carriage, reluctant to leave.

Of course, Zhu Pingan does not have this kind of parting sorrow. He touches his bulging pocket and smiles from ear to ear. He is not worried because he has money in his pocket.

Chen is also staring at Zhu Pingan's pocket, her eyes narrowed into crescents.

Facts have proved that ginger is still spicy. The New Year's money Zhu Pingan received was still confiscated by Chen, who only left Zhu Pingan five copper coins. Even this Chen told Zhu Pingan not to spend money recklessly.

Zhu Pingan looked at Chen, who was smiling and counting money under the oil lamp, with resentment. You left me five cents, why do you spend it recklessly?

"One, two, three, four, five, six..." Chen was counting silver beans under the oil lamp.

"Wife, what should I buy for you at the market tomorrow?" Father Zhu Shouyi walked in from outside and asked. Grandma called my father over just now, because there will be a market in the town tomorrow, so she asked my father to go to the town to buy some daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and by the way, sell the two rabbit skins this time and the three rabbit skins saved a few days ago, as well as the dried fungus and bamboo shoots to supplement the family income.

Father Zhu Shouyi was kind, but he didn't expect to cause Chen to roll his eyes.

"Oh, I'm counting, why are you making trouble!" Chen looked unhappy. She was counting, but was interrupted by Zhu Shouyi's shout. She had to count again. It would be strange if she could give Zhu Shouyi a good face.

So, the counting started again.

After a moment, Chen counted the New Year's money that she had taken from Zhu Ping'an's pocket. Not counting the five coins left for Zhu Ping'an, there were now a total of 8 silver beans and 20 copper coins on the table.

It was almost one or two taels of silver. Chen happily collected all the silver and put it under her pillow, hiding it when no one was around.

"Okay, don't pout. Let your father take you to the town to play for a day tomorrow." Chen comforted Zhu Ping'an.

Although he knew it was a free-for-all, Zhu Ping'an had to accept it because he couldn't beat him.

Xiahe Village is about five miles away from the town. The name of the town is Kaoshan Town because it is close to the mountains.

Kaoshan Town is surrounded by mountains, and there are streams on both sides of the town. The layout of the city is well organized, and the trade area and living area are vaguely separated. There are shops on both sides of the trade area, and the hawking sounds are endless.

Although it is nothing in Zhu Ping'an's eyes, it is also prosperous and lively compared to the village.

Zhu Shouyi drove a bullock cart with his two sons to Kaoshan Town. In addition to the rabbit skins and fungus that his grandmother asked him to bring, Zhu Shouyi also brought some bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets that he had woven with bamboo some time ago, as well as some small daily necessities. Zhu Ping'an also brought a basket of honeysuckle that he had dried to see what price the town's medicine shop would offer.

After entering the commercial area, Zhu Shouyi spent two cents to rent a stall of ten square meters and spread out the wild rabbit skins and bamboo weavings on the cart.

Next to their stall was a snack stall. Outside the store, there was a tarpaulin tent with six tables underneath for guests to sit and eat.

In order to come early to occupy the space, Zhu Ping'an and his friends had not eaten breakfast yet. After setting up the stall, Zhu Shouyi took his two sons to the snack shop next door to have some breakfast.

Zhu Shouyi asked for four steamed buns, two meat buns, and three bowls of dumpling soup for himself and his son. He paid one penny for two steamed buns, one penny for one meat bun, and one penny for three bowls of dumpling soup. He spent five pennies in total, and the store gave him a plate of pickled side dishes.

Zhu Shouyi ate two steamed buns himself, while Zhu Ping'an and Zhu Pingchuan each had one meat bun and one steamed bun.

"Dad, you eat the buns. One steamed bun is enough for me." Zhu Ping'an reluctantly put the meat bun in front of Zhu Shouyi.

"Me too." Zhu Ping'an was honest and didn't talk much.

Zhu Shouyi touched his two sons' heads with satisfaction and shook his head, "You guys eat. I drank a lot of wine yesterday, and I don't want to eat greasy food today."

Zhu Ping'an was greedy for meat buns. This was the first meat bun he had seen in ancient times. The taste would definitely not disappoint him.

"Poor!"

At this time, a childish and arrogant voice came over.

Zhu Pingan looked over and saw a little girl of about four or five years old not far away, who was about the same age as him, expressing her contempt with her eyes.

The little girl was wearing a Ming Dynasty children's skirt, tied with a silk ribbon, and wearing a tassel hair ornament on her head. She was smart and beautiful. If it weren't for the little girl's words just now, Zhu Pingan would definitely admire the beauty of the shape of Hanfu and say "It's enough for an adopted daughter to be like this!"

But it's a pity that she is a willful and vicious little girl who worships money and has no cultivation. That good face is wasted.

There was also a fat local rich man sitting next to the little girl. He wore a watermelon hat on his round head and a big gold ring on his finger. He was dressed better than his grandfather. There were braised pork slices, a basket of meat buns, exquisite side dishes, and two bowls of wontons on the table for the two of them.

It turned out to be a landlord, no wonder!

The local rich man had no intention of criticizing or educating her daughter. Instead, he doted on the little girl and persuaded her to eat quickly.

"Shu'er, be good, ignore them, and eat quickly."

The local rich man had three sons, and this was his only little daughter. He was afraid of dropping her in his hands and melting her in his mouth. He really doted on her.

You spoil her, but I don't.

Zhu Ping'an glanced at the little girl and rolled his eyes, saying three words, "Ugly girl!"

This sentence was like a powder keg. The little girl was not happy. She pouted her lips, and her big watery eyes were filled with tears. It was so hateful. This little country bumpkin dared to say that I was an ugly girl, and only people said that I was pretty.

"Little poor, who are you talking about?!" The little girl wanted to bite Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Ping'an's little face showed a bit of sneer, and he pouted his lips and wanted to continue to educate this willful little girl.

"Ahem." Zhu Shouyi coughed, "Zhu'er, eat."

Zhu Shouyi was an honest man, and didn't want to add to the trouble. He also recognized that the local rich man was Li Dacaizhu from the neighboring village Shanghe Village, so he stopped Zhu Ping'an.

"Brother, don't make trouble." Zhu Pingchuan also persuaded him. The eldest brother's character was almost a replica of his father's, and he was also honest and almost dull.

The father spoke, and the brother comforted him, so the idea of ​​educating the willful little girl had to be put aside.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an didn't dare to say anything, the little girl became complacent, and her little mouth was full of country bumpkins and poor.

"Okay, Shu'er, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold. After you finish eating, Daddy will take you to buy a little red horse." Li Dacaizhu said while scooping wontons with a spoon to feed the little girl.

Li Dacaizhu also loved the little girl, and fed her first before he ate.

Little Lolita opened her eyes wide, and was fed one mouthful after another by her landlord, the rich man.

Finally, Little Lolita was full. When the rich man Li was preparing to eat, Little Lolita asked for candied haws again. The rich man Li was reluctant to refuse, so he ran to buy candied haws.

Then, Little Lolita took the chili sauce, one spoonful at a time, and put chili into the wonton bowl of the rich man Li, muttering: "I asked you to feed me, I asked you to feed me, and I still feed you when you can't eat anymore, it will kill you...it will kill you..."

Zhu Ping'an, who was black-hearted, gave Little Lolita another label.