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Wu Xiuying put down the string of beads in her hand and came to look at it. She smiled and said: "Chang'an's hands are really skillful. She makes flower buns." That's what they call a statue.

"Hey, I can make a living from this craft even when I grow up in Chang'an." Qian couldn't put it down for these clay figurines.

Wu's expression changed when she heard this.

That's right, Chang'an's hands are so skillful, why not let her learn how to make clay dolls.

There are also colorful clay dolls and porcelain dolls sold at temple fairs, but they are not as lifelike and cute as the ones made in Chang'an.

If Chang'an could master this craft skillfully, he would be able to have a job as a foodie even if he gets married later, unlike himself who had to be taught by his in-laws for several years.

If her husband hadn't suddenly woke up, I would have been desperate last time.

"When I go to the temple fair this time, I will buy some paints and brushes." Then I will take Chang An to the stalls selling clay dolls and let her learn what styles they have.

Sister-in-law Qian smiled and said, "Are you really planning to let Chang'an learn how to make clay figurines?"

"Yes, she is still young, I just want to find a toy for her to play with."

Wu squatted down and asked her niece: "Chang'an, do you want to learn how to make clay figures?"

Changan nodded.

In fact, she prefers to make flower steamed buns, not the previous ones, but beautiful flower steamed buns that are edible.

"Then Auntie will buy some paint and you can color the clay figurine, okay?" Wu asked softly.

Chang'an's eyes lit up and he nodded again: "Okay."

In the past, my grandmother's steamed buns would be decorated with beautiful colors. I wanted to order them once, but my grandmother wouldn't allow it.

Wu touched the little baby's head: "Then it's settled."

It doesn’t matter if you don’t make clay figurines anymore in Chang’an after you buy them. During the New Year and festivals, those paints can be used, so you don’t waste anything.

The two women looked at Goudan's house again. Just when Goudan was filled with anticipation, they turned around and left without saying anything.

Goudan feels wronged.

He picked up the mud house he made and looked at it. When he turned around, he saw that Chang An had already made an ox cart.

Lao Niu pulled the cart in front, and a cart was dragged behind. Chang'an also put all the clay men on the cart and sat in a row.

This is much prettier than my own house.

Goudan thought for a while, kneaded the mud house, and secretly learned how to make an oxcart.

At this moment, Chang'an was concentrating on pinching the clay doll, from the oxcart to the millstone, and then from the pheasant to the small goldfish.

She held the little goldfish clay figurine she made and was very satisfied.

It would be great if the little fish could see the clay doll that I made for it.

The days passed by making clay figures, and soon it was the end of February.

Song Sanshun's house was not sold, but the new house was bustling with activity.

No, someone came to visit Song Jizu and Song Baqi again today.

The person who brought them here was none other than Zhao Lu, Song Jizu's father-in-law and uncle.

Song Sanshun stood at the door of his house and looked towards the new house. He looked away after a moment, with a sneer on his lips.

It seems that the bait has come, and it will be a matter of whether Song Jizu will take the bait.

Another day, before dawn, the sleepy Chang An was taken out of bed by his aunt to put on clothes and shoes.

She knew that she had to attend the temple fair today, so she washed her hands and face very cooperatively and ate a bowl of porridge.

Then Chang'an was wrapped tightly and tied to his uncle's chest with a wide cloth belt, and he continued to sleep.

When she woke up again, it was already bright, and her uncle, aunt, and Aunt Qian had arrived in Tieniu Town.

This time the Goudan siblings didn't come, and their uncle and aunt didn't hire an oxcart. Instead, they walked more than twenty miles on foot.

Several people came to the market outside Guanyin Temple. After discussion, they decided to sell the wood soap beads they brought separately.

Chang'an followed his uncle and aunt to the old place and squatted down. He took out a dozen Buddhist beads from the backpack and placed them on the lid of the backpack so that others could see them at a glance.

They arrived early today, and there were many pilgrims coming and going, but there were also many people selling various kinds of Buddhist beads, sandalwood, and Buddha statues.

Chang'an saw a man holding a wooden statue of Guanyin, pretending to be pious and sitting on the roadside, pinching his fingers with one hand and muttering something in his mouth.

She was very curious and ran over to watch.

The statue of Guanyin in this man's hand looks good from a distance, but it looks rough up close. The nose and eyes of Guanyin are blurred, and it doesn't look good at all.

But a lot of people came to ask how much it would cost to have the photo taken, which meant they wanted to buy it.

This man asked for money as soon as he opened his mouth, and said that it was carved from the roots of the Bodhi tree. If the money is small, the heart is dishonest.

When Chang An heard this, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

She knows that money always means a lot of money, which can buy a lot of meat, enough to feed her family for a long time.

An idea flashed in Chang'an's mind, and he ran back again, hung two strings of soapberry beads around his neck, and one string on each wrist, and then squatted back next to the person selling the Guanyin statue.

The man took one look at the little doll and saw that she was only three or four years old. She was smart and cute, so he didn't chase her away.

After a while, a woman came carrying a basket with incense candles and paper money.

She glanced at the Guanyin statue and looked at Xiao Chang'an.

"Little doll, how much does this string of Buddhist beads cost you?"

Chang'an blinked and said honestly: "Five articles."

"Five cents, I'll give you two skewers." The woman gave Chang'an ten cents and took off the wood soap seeds from her neck.

Chang'an was so happy that he got ten cents. He ran to his aunt again and handed the money to her.

Wu didn't sell one bunch of soapberries, but his niece sold two bunches. She couldn't help but look at the little baby with admiration and praised: "Chang'an, you are really awesome."

Chang'an was so proud that he hung two strings around his neck again and continued to squat next to the Guanyin statue.

This man looked about twenty-nine, with a pale face and no beard. When he saw the little doll coming again, he said angrily: "What? Is squatting a good thing?"

Changan looked at him in confusion.

The white-faced man was wearing a gray monk's robe, which had several holes in it and no patches were used to sew them up. He looked very miserable.

He sat on the ground, tilted his head and looked at Chang'an, and said, "Little baby, how about we do business together?"

Chang'an was still puzzled and blinked at him.

The white-faced man coughed lightly: "It means that I will help you sell Buddhist beads, and you will get half of my money."

Changan shook his head: "No, don't!"

She knows how to sell beads herself, so she doesn't want to give the money to others.

The white-faced man laughed angrily and said, "You squeezed in next to me to steal my business, and I haven't asked you to compensate yet, so you still want to take Joe?"

Chang'an didn't understand what he was talking about and looked at him innocently.

"Oh, I'm so pissed off by you little kid." The white-faced man continued: "Little kid, what I want to say is that I will help you sell your prayer beads for a hundred cents a bunch, and then you will share eight or seventy cents with me. .”

Chang'an blinked and counted on his fingers, only to find that he couldn't count them.

Obviously I have learned to count to one hundred from Xiao Yuyu, but why can’t I still tell the difference?

Since it's hard to count, I don't want his help.

Changan looked at the distance between the two, and found that they were indeed a little close, so he moved to the side.

The white-faced man reached out and took the little baby over again, and said helplessly: "Let's do this. I'll help you sell the beads for a hundred cents a string. You're not allowed to say anything. Then we'll be half a family. Is that okay?"

Seeing the little baby starting to break his fingers again, the white-faced man sighed: "That is, you get fifty coins for a string of Buddhist beads, and I get fifty coins!"

This time Changan understood.

This person meant that if she sold a string of Buddhist beads, she could get fifty coins.

Fifty coins is much more than five coins.

Chang'an nodded immediately: "Okay." (End of this chapter)