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After a while, another pilgrim came.

He looked at the statue of Guanyin in the hand of the man in gray robe, and then at the little baby with a cute look on his face. He walked to Chang'an and squatted down: How much does this string of beads cost?

Just as Chang An was about to speak, the man in gray robe had already spoken: A string of one hundred inscriptions, all blessed by Guanyin Temple. Alas, the little baby has a pure heart, and the beads she wore were also blessed by the Lord Buddha.

The pilgrim was moved when he heard this and opened his wallet to take out the money.

This is two hundred copper coins. I'll take two strings, please. The pilgrim handed over four strings of copper coins, but he didn't give them to the man in gray, but to the little boy.

Chang'an took the money and was a little in disbelief.

With so much money, I can buy a lot of meat.

She took off the woodwort from around her neck and handed it to the pilgrim, stammering: Uncle, you, you will have good luck.

The pilgrim smiled, took the string of beads and raised his hand towards Chang'an: I accept your good wishes.

As soon as the pilgrims left, Changan picked up the heavy coins and ran to find his aunt.

Hey! Little doll, you can't keep your word. You still have half of me? The man in gray grabbed the little doll's sleeve.

Chang'an struggled for a while, thinking that Xiao Yuyu had taught him to keep his word, so he had to hand half of the copper coins to the man in gray.

The man in gray was satisfied and said with a smile: Go to your parents' place quickly and wear a few more strings.

Chang'an ran to his uncle and aunt carrying two strings of copper coins and said, Here.

Wu and her husband were both surprised: So many?

They saw that their little niece seemed to be selling beads, but they didn't expect so much money.

Chang'an couldn't explain it, so he hurriedly picked up four strings from the backpack, hung them around his neck, and ran away again.

Nothing matters except making money.

When the man in gray saw the little baby coming again, his little eyes turned into slits as he smiled. For the first time, he bought two pieces of maltose from a passing vendor, throwing one in his mouth and giving the other to Chang'an. Here, eat.

Changan licked his lips and carefully put the maltose into his bag instead of eating it.

She would eat with her uncle and aunt later.

The man in gray chewed maltose and asked, Little baby, what's your name?

Chang'an. Chang'an squatted on the ground and looked at the stall in the distance, where there were many porcelain dolls and clay dolls.

Man in gray: Chang'an, a good name, long-term peace and stability, no, it should be Chang'an and long-term peace.

Changan turned to look at him.

The man in gray wiped the corners of his mouth and squinted at the little baby: Why are you looking at me like that?

S-say it again. Changan wanted to hear him praise his name more.

The man in gray:

At this time, two more ladies came to see Chang'an.

Hey, such a smart little baby, Zhang Tuzi, where did you abduct it from?

The man in gray clothes who was called Zhang Baldzi was not annoyed and said with a smile: The little holy boy who fell from the sky, Aunt Wang, Aunt Li, would you like a string of Buddhist beads worn by the little holy boy? It can keep the family safe and the husband and wife harmonious. There are a lot of descendants in the house, and it’s only one hundred Wen string.”

Aunt Li spat at him: Now my house is safe and my descendants are full!

However, Aunt Wang stared at Chang'an for a long time, and finally took out a hundred coins and bought a string to wear around her neck.

After the two left, Chang'an had just given Zhang Bald a bunch of copper coins when he saw him jump up from the ground and run away.

The tax collectors are coming! Run! Many vendors carrying baskets rushed into the crowd, but most of them stayed where they were and did not escape.

Chang'an was startled and ran back to his uncle and aunt holding a bunch of copper coins.

Not long after, two petty officials in gray robes came over and pouted at Song Sanshun: Those who sell bead strings must pay a ten-cent city tax.

Song Sanshun had no choice but to take out ten coins and hand them to the clerk.

After sending the clerk away, Song Sanshun picked up his niece and said with a smile: If Chang'an hadn't earned the money, my third uncle wouldn't have the money to pay the city tax. Let's go, my third uncle will take you to the market and buy some delicious food.

Chang'an nodded happily and stretched out his hand to ask his aunt to go too.

Your aunt isn't going. We just paid the city tax and we can't leave. Just bring some delicious food to your aunt when we come back. Song Sanshun explained.

Chang'an nodded and handed the maltose in his hand to his aunt: Candy, auntie, auntie, eat candy.

Wu had no choice but to take a small bite and push it back to Chang An: Auntie has eaten it, Chang An can eat it himself.

Chang'an handed maltose to his uncle again, but Song Sanshun avoided him.

Uncle is a man and doesn't like sweets.

Chang'an was surprised that there were still people who didn't like sweets.

She retracted her hand, stuffed the maltose into her mouth, and narrowed her eyes happily.

Sweet, really good times.

Chang An shook his head and looked left and right, his cheeks were sticky with maltose, and his saliva flowed out unknowingly.

Song Sanshun wiped away the saliva of his little niece, pointed to the plum blossom cake seller on the roadside and asked, Try the plum blossom cake?

Changan nodded immediately.

Plum cake is a rice cake shaped like a flower, decorated with red and green threads made of fruit candy.

Song Sanshun asked for two yuan, asked his niece to take it, and paid the hawker four cents.

Chang'an blinked and murmured in his mind: It's so expensive. It took so much trouble to sell the beads for five cents, but such a small plum blossom cake was sold for two cents each. It wasn't enough for her to take three bites and then it was gone. It's evil! What a black heart!

When they came to a stall selling clay dolls, Changan asked her uncle to let her down.

These clay figures are so beautiful, including cows, horses, sheep, pigs, dogs, chickens, ducks and geese, as well as elephants, deer, tigers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, Guanyin statues, etc.

Chang'an's eyes were opened. He stared at these things for a long time and then reached out to touch them one by one.

Because as soon as she came into contact with these things, the explanation voice of the little goldfish came to her mind.

The little goldfish once said that it was helping her collect data, which would then be sorted into a picture album and used as a reading book for her in the future.

For example, every time Chang An eats something, he hears the voice of a little goldfish in his head, analyzing what ingredients are in it.

Fortunately, each food is only explained once, otherwise Changan's head would be a little bigger.

After visiting the entire market, Chang An returned to his aunt, holding a bunch of things in his arms, including candies and snacks, various silk threads, a writing brush, and several colored paints.

This cost a total of dozens of copper coins, but Chang An felt very distressed. For the first time in his life, he felt that it was easier to spend money than to make money.

Fortunately, when noon was approaching, all the beads he owned were sold, and a vendor exchanged them all for four cents per string.

So the family of three went to find Sister-in-law Qian and the others.

Sister-in-law Qian's business was bleak. She pointed to the strings of beads in her basket sadly and said, I sold a dozen strings today, and more than half are left. Alas, I have to carry them back again.

Asked Wu: Have you sold all of them?

Wu nodded: In the past, Chang'an sold three skewers, but later it only opened a dozen skewers, and then all of them were given to vendors.

She was embarrassed to say that even if she sold more than thirty strings, she wouldn't make as much money as Chang'an.

Sister-in-law Qian slapped her thigh and said angrily: It turns out that there was a vendor who wanted to exchange some money with us, but Goudan's father refused to exchange it with him because he thought the three cents per string was too little. Alas, if I had known that I couldn't sell it, I would have exchanged it. Give it to others.”

At this time, Song Laoliu squatted aside and did not dare to say a word.

Chang'an said: Yes, I can sell it!

After saying that, he broke free from his aunt's hand, ran to grab the hem of a hawker carrying a basket, raised his neck and said, Uncle, sell, sell beads.