Early the next morning, Wu Ming picked up the cargo box and took the little narcissus to the four major temples and started a new day.
Wu Ming was in charge of setting up a stall to sell goods, while Little Narcissus was carrying a small purse and collecting money with bright eyes.
Throughout the morning, many good men and women came to offer incense. Many people noticed the cute little narcissus, which also made Wu Ming's business a little better.
At noon, when the accounts were calculated, the profit was almost one tael of silver, which made the two of them smile happily.
"Wow, I made a lot of money from selling it, which is much better than selling pigweed!" The little Narcissus counted the coins, and his eyes smiled like a crescent moon.
When Wu Ming heard the little Narcissus talking about pigweed, Wu Ming seemed indifferent, but in fact he said in an insinuating manner: "Narcissus, you are so young, how come you think of selling pigweed?"
"Well..." Little Narcissus avoided his eyes and replied hesitantly: "My family is poor, so I just wanted to make some money to support my family, so I found a way to sell pigweed."
Little Narcissus didn't mean what she said, but Wu Ming smiled without revealing it.
After all, we have only been together for a short time, and it would be foolish for Little Narcissus to reveal the secret of his own space.
Therefore, even if Wu Ming knew that Narcissus had farming space, he would pretend not to know for a short time.
When did the little Narcissus become willing to share the secret of space with him? That meant that the little girl truly accepted him, instead of treating him as an outsider who needed to be wary of.
As for snatching the space of the little narcissus and claiming it as your own, such a thing is not reliable.
Wu Ming had seen it yesterday. There were no beads or jade bottles on the little narcissus. If nothing unexpected happened, the space of the little narcissus should belong to the kind of farming that is carried around. It exists between reality and illusion, which is beyond the realm of reality.
Wu Ming's scope of understanding, after all, Wu Ming is not a powerful person.
"Brother, it's already noon, what do you want to eat?" Little Narcissus approached Wu Ming and asked, holding his fist and tapping Wu Ming's shoulder.
Wu Ming closed his eyes and enjoyed it quietly for a while, then said nonchalantly: "You can eat whatever you want. Just take the money and buy it. I'll look after the stall here!"
Hearing this, the little Narcissus knocked for a while before putting down his fists, holding the money bag and starting to count.
Finally, under Wu Ming's gaze, the little Narcissus carefully took out five cents from his purse and left in a very shabby manner.
After a while, the little daffodil came back, with a few more things in his hand.
Wu Ming took a closer look and found that Xiao Shuixian had bought two meat buns, two steamed buns without fillings, and a bowl of fragrant bone soup.
"Brother, please eat quickly." He handed the big bone soup and meat buns to Wu Ming, and then Xiao Shuixian took two steamed buns and started eating them in small bites.
Wu Ming took a sip of the soup, looked at the steamed buns in Little Narcissus's hands, then looked at his own meat buns, and said, "Why don't you buy all the meat buns? Do you want an extra bowl of bone soup?"
"Meat buns cost one penny each, meatless buns cost one penny or two, and a bowl of bone soup costs two cents." Little Narcissus counted the details with his fingers and said happily: "I am young and don't have to work, so I can eat
Steamed buns will do. Big brother has to work, so eating meat buns will give you strength, and drinking bone soup will keep you nutritious..."
The little Narcissus said simply, but Wu Ming knew that the little girl was afraid of poverty and was reluctant to spend an extra penny. Even if she bought meat buns and bone soup, she couldn't bear to take a bite. She really meant to be a good wife and mother.
Feeling the little Narcissus' affection, Wu Ming was filled with sighs.
If the protagonist templates in the world are also divided into three, six or nine levels, Xiao Narcissus, the heroine of the space farming novel, must not be a paid VIP user.
At such a young age, I have suffered so much, but I am still optimistic.
Compared with the narcissus, the heroines with the fairy template lack such simplicity and seem a bit out of place.
"Brother, what are you looking at me for? The soup won't taste good when it's cold." Seeing Wu Ming staring at him fiercely, the little Narcissus' face was blushing and she looked a little embarrassed.
Wu Ming came back to his senses, handed the meat bun in his hand to the little Narcissus, and said, "Let's eat together. We all share the joys and sorrows."
Not allowing Little Narcissus to argue, Wu Ming took one of the steamed buns and pushed the big bone soup out.
The little Narcissus looked shy, lowered her head, took a sip of soup, and asked softly: "Brother, will you always be so good to me and think of me forever?"
Wu Ming said that he regarded her as his sister, but Xiao Narcissus obviously didn't think so.
Although she slept with her clothes on last night, in Xiao Shuixian's mind, she was the child bride bought by Wu Ming, not a brother or sister.
You know, because her father was a gambler, Narcissus had few happy days since she was a child, and even fewer down-to-earth days.
At this time, for some unknown reason, the little Narcissus felt warm in her heart, and felt that she was very hopeful for the future, and all kinds of thoughts flew around her.
Little Narcissus burst into tears and looked at Wu Ming beside her.
Wu Ming was a little confused. He didn't know what the little Narcissus was thinking, so he said casually: "I don't even know what you are talking about!"
"Wood, idiot!" The little Narcissus became a little angry and turned his head away in a sullen tone.
For the whole afternoon, the little Narcissus didn't speak to Wu Ming, and looked very angry and cute.
In the evening, after dinner, the two of them lay on the same bed again.
At this time, Wu Ming suddenly discovered that the little Narcissus was only wearing a small piece of clothing, instead of lying on the bed without taking off any clothes like last night.
"You were so scared last night that you were shaking, but you won't be scared tonight?" As soon as Wu Mingyang had this idea, he noticed that the villain next to him hugged his arm.
In an instant, a cool feeling of contact followed, as if the person holding his hand was not a person, but a delicate porcelain doll.
Subconsciously, Wu Ming couldn't help but move his arms as he was hugged, and his fingertips brushed against the little Narcissus' arm.
At this movement, the little Narcissus trembled slightly, but did not let go of his hands. Instead, he hugged her tighter: "Brother, do you have any dreams?"
After hearing this, Wu Ming thought for a while and replied truthfully: "Yes, I plan to collect thirty taels of silver and go to Qingcheng Mountain to learn Taoism. But after adding you, I estimate that fifty taels will be enough. I guess
It takes a month to save up!”
"Study Taoism, you want to be a Taoist priest? Then, what should I do?" At this time, the little Narcissus was really anxious and sat up suddenly.
Seeing the reaction of Little Narcissus, Wu Ming asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
"You scumbag, I am your wife, you have become a Taoist priest, what should I do..." After saying this, the little Narcissus started crying and looked at Wu Ming as if he were looking at an animal.
Same.
Wu Ming was stunned when he heard the sound, covered the little Narcissus with a quilt, and said: "That's not right, you are my sister, how come you became my wife?"
"Nonsense, if I were your sister, how could I sleep in the same bed with you? Do you think I'm too young and you don't want me anymore?"
Halfway through the sentence, the little Narcissus began to cry: "I am the child that no one wants. My father doesn't want me and wants to sell me to others. My mother doesn't want me and pushes me to the heartless man. Now, you heartless man
Han doesn’t want me anymore, does he want me to die?”
Wu Ming looked at the little Narcissus, who was wearing a small coat and crying with pear blossoms and rain under the moonlight, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
In his mind, since Little Narcissus is the heroine of a space farming novel, she should be very averse to arranged marriages.
But what's going on? He doesn't treat her as a child bride, but treats her like a younger sister. Why is he about to turn against her?