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After a pause, Chen Wu finally gritted his teeth and asked, "How much does it cost for a string?"

Bald Zhang stretched out his palm.

"Five hundred coins? Why don't you go and grab it?" Chen Wu was so angry that his saliva sprayed on Chang'an's face.

Zhang Baldy was also sprayed, so he stretched out his hand to wipe it away and turned away to ignore him.

Chen Wu stood for a moment, took out two strings of copper coins from his arms and threw them to Zhang Baldy. He took a string of beads directly from Chang'an's neck and ran away quickly.

Chang'an tilted his head and watched Uncle Bald counting the money slowly. Finally, he threw a bunch over and said, "Here, eighty cents."

Chang'an:.

It turns out that Uncle Baldy is a big liar.

Zhang Tuzi put the hundred and twenty coins into his arms and said with a smile: "The little baby is indeed a little god of wealth. From now on, my uncle will hang out with you."

In this way, in less than an hour, Zhang Tuzi deceived all the remaining beads to his acquaintances, including those in Qian's hands, and sold them all.

Qian held more than 400 Wen in his hands. Including what his son had sold before, the total was more than 600 Wen. He suddenly smiled from ear to ear.

"Chang'an is really my little god of wealth. Come on, I'll buy you some plum blossom cakes."

Qian bought five pieces of plum blossom cake, one piece for each of his children, and two pieces for Chang'an.

Chang'an was not polite, thanked him and took it, giving one to his aunt and nibbling the other.

Wu put the basket on her back and picked up Chang'an: "I'm going home."

At this time, Song Laoliu also came back, each carrying a large basket of food. Song Sanshun also bought a large bag of paint and several brushes.

"Let's hire a bullock cart." Song San said.

Song Laoliu: "We really need to hire an ox cart. There is one right at the intersection. Let's go and have a look."

A group of people left the market and walked back to the intersection.

Chang'an lay on his aunt's shoulder, and saw the little black dog stumbling towards him, stumbling every step he took, which was very pitiful.

"Dog." Chang'an couldn't bear it anymore and whispered to his aunt: "Put me down."

Mrs. Wu put her little niece down and looked around again.

Most of the people in the market have left, and even though there are some stalls here and there, no one is looking this way.

Chang'an squatted in front of the puppy, touched it with his little hands, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you following me?"

The puppy purred pitifully, stretched out its tongue and licked Chang'an's little hand.

Chang'an sighed, a light flashed in the palm of his hand, and half of the leaves disappeared.

The puppy paused for a while, then slowly stood up, its tail wagging like a propeller.

"Chang'an, let's go." Wu picked up Chang'an and whispered, "People say this dog belongs to that little bully. We can't afford to offend him and we can't take him with us."

Although the little bully is no longer here, there is no guarantee that no one will tell him that the puppy was taken away by so and so.

Chang'an nodded, lying on his aunt's shoulder and looking at the puppy, feeling very sad.

She thought that if the puppy followed them out of the market, she would take it home.

As a group of people walked further and further away, the puppy became anxious and stumbled after them.

After hiring the ox cart, Chang'an saw that the dog had followed him out.

She sat on the bullock cart and smiled.

The bullock cart moved very slowly, and the puppy could barely keep up.

This dog has also been carefully raised, so it has good physical strength. After the leg injury heals a little, running for a distance will not be a problem.

The bullock cart left the market and quickly reached the official road.

The puppy was covered in mud and looked very embarrassed, but it still managed to keep up.

There were no more pedestrians on the road, so Song Sanshun stopped the bullock cart and went down to pick up the dog.

"Here, you will feed him from now on." Song Sanshun put the dog next to his niece.

Chang'an smiled and narrowed his eyes, hugging the dog into his arms.

The puppy also licked her face desperately, obviously very excited.

Goudan touched the puppy with envy and said, "Let's feed it together from now on."

"Um."

In the evening, several people finally returned home.

When Mrs. Wu pushed open the door of Chaixinyuan, she saw that the lock of the main room had been picked.

Wu was startled and ran into the house quickly. She saw that the house was in a mess, bedding and clothes were thrown on the ground, and boxes were opened.

"Sanshun, there is a thief in the house!" Mrs. Wu was so frightened that she hurriedly checked the place where she hid the money. Fortunately, the ground was fine and there were no signs of being disturbed.

Song Sanshun put down his backpack with a sullen face and went to check his own food.

Sure enough, the food rations when the family was separated were gone.

Song Sanshun ran to the kitchen again. The two large iron pots in the kitchen were gone, leaving two dark stove openings exposed.

The water tank was also smashed, and the water in the tank spilled all over the floor, soaking the firewood next to the stove.

The pots, pots, and bowls in the cupboard were all broken, which was obviously someone's fault.

Song Sanshun's face turned pale, and he immediately understood who had done it.

He quickly walked out the door and strode towards his new house.

Wu was afraid that her husband would suffer a loss, so she took Chang'an to sister-in-law Qian's house and quickly chased after her.

The door of the new house was ajar, and a man was secretly looking out.

Song Sanshun kicked the door, knocking the person peeping behind the door backwards.

It was Xiao Zhao who fell to the ground. When she saw Song Sanshun coming in with murderous intent, she couldn't help but scream: "What are you doing?"

Song Sanshun ignored her and rushed directly to the kitchen. He saw two iron pots of his own placed in the corner with a wicker basket covering them.

He was so angry that he kicked off the wicker basket, rushed to the main room with an iron pot, and found his biological father Song Baqi, who was sitting cross-legged on the Kang, picking his teeth.

"Dad, what did my son do wrong that you want to do this to me?" Song Sanshun threw the iron pot on the ground and asked sternly.

Song Baqi was startled by his son's harsh words. He sat upright, pointed at Song Sanshun and cursed: "How dare you talk to me like that? I've rebelled against you!"

Song Sanshun: "Dad, let me ask again, why did you open the door of my house? Why did you steal the food and break my food? Dad, are you my biological father? What on earth do you want to do?"

Song Baqi looked a little ugly and didn't know what to say.

Stepzu said he wanted to take back the iron pot, but he had no objection. After all, his wife bought the two pots.

But Jizu didn't agree with him when he opened the house and rummaged for money.

But things have already happened. It is too much for Sanshun, a son and daughter, to yell at me like this!

"You traitor! Why are you talking to me?" Song Baqi slammed the table, pointed at Song Sanshun and shouted: "Get out! You are not allowed to set foot here in the future!"

Song Sanshun looked at his biological father steadily, suddenly smiled, picked up the iron pot and turned around to leave the house.

When Mrs. Zhao saw her stepson leaving, she sarcastically revealed her lips and quickly caressed Song Baqi's chest: "Oh, Baqi, please don't get so angry. Everyone in our family is pointing at you. Alas, what about Sanshun?" It's so shameful. Which son is as disobedient and unfilial as him? How dare he yell at me? Even if our step-grandfather had the courage of a hundred leopards, he wouldn't even say a word to you."

Song Baqi became even more angry, slapping the table and saying, "I should have strangled this traitor to death in the first place, so I wouldn't have to make me angry now!"

When Old Zhao was about to say something, she suddenly heard a ping-ping-pong-pong sound outside, accompanied by the screams of Little Zhao and Yufeng.

She frowned and quickly got off the kang to put on her shoes.

Before leaving the door of the room, Song Yufeng ran in like a phoenix and said in a panic: "Father! Mother! It's not good! Third brother is smashing our things." (End of Chapter)