Chapter 172： Buy rice paper for the little girl

Even though Wu Mei was distressed about money, he still took out two dollars and handed them to the stall owner with his teeth gritted, and Xiong Mumu looked straight at his distressed appearance. Cover your face.

This little family is angry, and he will never go out with the dead girl again, so shameful!

The stall owner was very happy to see it, but he still took the two yuan rudely, with golden light in his eyes, the little girl is quite rich in movies, and two yuan can be regarded as a net profit!

Wu Mei looked at the six pieces of broken money with disgust, and Duzui rubbed the ball vigorously for a while, and the mouse's face was deformed by rubbing, which made him feel calmer.

Qiuqiu flicked his tail in disdain, his eyelids were too shallow, could the uncle Qiu be looking for ordinary objects?

The owner will know its benefits in the future!

"Let's go buy paper." Wu Mei was a little embarrassed.

I haven't bought the paper yet, but the two dollars have already been spent. I don't know how to pay next week's tuition?

Xiong Mumu said angrily: "What are you worried about? I'll pay the five yuan tuition fee for you tomorrow, and you will pay me back slowly."

"Well, thank you!" Wu Mei was a little embarrassed, but now that's all he can do, and the favor he owes to Xiong Mumu is getting bigger and bigger.

Xiong Mumu snorted arrogantly, "No need to thank you, just don't slap me in the face in the future."

"No, does your leg still hurt? Would you like me to rub it for you?" Wu Mei smiled guiltily. She seemed to have used quite a lot of strength when she kicked someone just now.

"Don't buy paper yet? The pestle is here waiting for the ingots to fall from the sky!" Xiong Mumu, who was halfway there, saw that Wu Mei didn't follow, and turned around and shouted at her.

Wu Mei hurriedly trotted after him, the copper coins in his pocket jingled like a rattle, but the sound was dull and hoarse, which was not pleasant. Wu Mei thought it was too loud, so he wrapped the coins in a handkerchief and put them away. into the bag.

Yan Mingshun asked the guy at the counter to bring him paper. He originally wanted to use white paper as scratch paper, but he changed it to high-quality rice paper. When the guy handed him a thick stack of rice paper, Yan Ming Shun couldn't help shaking his head.

Why would you want to buy rice paper for the little girl?

It should be because she is worried that she has no money to buy it. Yan Mingshun thinks that he must be the reason, or he is too soft-hearted!

"How much?" Yan Mingshun asked the man.

He can take ordinary white paper at will But the price of rice paper is not cheap. "Others buy it for two yuan, Mingshun, if you come, give it one yuan and fifty cents."

"Thank you, you can take this paper for me first, and I'll come and get it later."

Yan Mingshun waved his hand to the guy. The booths should be all set up at this time. If you are lucky, you may be able to find good things. This is also a good way to exercise your eyesight.

Qiuqiu in Wumei's arms is restless again, and wants Wumei to go to the booth with her as before, alas, all the good things are behind, in this short time, it smells a lot of treasures!

"Don't make trouble with Qiuqiu, my sister has no money, shall we buy it later?" Wu Mei whispered in his ear, feeling sorry for his pets, because she was incompetent, even what Qiuqiu liked. Can't afford it.

Qiuqiu reluctantly looked at those stalls, that is, it is a little younger now, and its bags will grow out after a while, hum, it's uncle Qiu put the baby in the bag, no one can find it arrive. Eight zero sweet wife