Shi Jiu took a deep breath and finally opened his mouth and said, "I can't bear to part with it either..."
"Okay," Zhao Luoyang said with a smile, "Needless to say, I'm joking with you. Listening to your voice, it's like the first time you talked to me. It sounded very solemn and strange. Maybe you really mean it.
It’s just different from the old-fashioned retelling of the system.”
The voice in Shi Jiu's throat was suppressed, and he felt a burning sensation in his chest. When he was saying those words just now, he had a strange feeling that he was about to speak out, but because Zhao Luoyang interrupted,
He was forced back again.
He should not care about such a small thing.
Just like Zhao Luoyang, after saying something, he can quickly take it back without leaving any trace.
Originally it was nothing.
After Zhao Luoyang read the charm value, he immediately asked Shi Jiu to open the wealth value interface.
Wealth value: 11227.59 yuan.
Zhao Luoyang was startled and hurriedly went to check the details.
She had previously made some money by selling flour, but she had also exchanged a lot of goods during this period. After adding and subtracting, she was left with a wealth worth more than 8,300 yuan.
Now there is nearly 3,000 more wealth points, all of which were added by that hairpin.
She placed the hairpin with Mr. Zheng, but it did not delay the system's calculation of wealth value.
So, this hairpin is worth almost ten guan.
No wonder Wang Zhen tried his best to give her wealth points. Is this a big loss? Although ten taels of silver is nothing to Wang Zhen, but... it is useful to her.
I don’t know if there will be a chance to make money from Wang Zhen and the others in the future. They give me much more than the bandits and Tan Zheng.
When everyone settles in Taozhou, it will definitely cost a lot. If you can make money, it will be of great help.
Zhao Luoyang was immersed in thinking, and Mrs. Yang's voice rang in his ears: "What are you still waiting for? Go and eat quickly."
Only then did Zhao Luoyang come back to his senses.
Mrs. Yang felt sorry for her granddaughter who was running around outside, so she left another egg. She peeled the egg for her granddaughter, kept the egg skin, crushed it and threw it into the wild vegetable cake.
Egg skin is also a good thing, Mrs. Yang is not willing to throw it away.
After Zhao Luoyang had eaten, he discussed with Zhao Xueli what he would do tomorrow, and then he washed himself and lay down on the kang.
It wasn't until she closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep that she realized that Shi Jiu seemed to be too quiet. He didn't make any sound after her joke.
"Shi Jiu." Zhao Luoyang tentatively spoke to Shi Jiu.
After a moment, Shi Jiu's virtual body appeared: "What?"
Zhao Luoyang didn't know what to say: "It's okay. Let's rest early. We will go to the racecourse with everyone early tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Shi Jiu responded.
Shi Jiu didn't look strange, so Zhao Luoyang closed his eyes and fell asleep with confidence.
Zhao Luoyang's even breathing came over, and Shi Jiu was about to fall silent in the depths of Zhao Luoyang's mind, but suddenly he heard Zhao Luoyang murmur again: "Little mute!"
Remember the little mute again?
Before Shi Jiu had time to think about it, Mrs. Yang and Luo Zhenniang happened to come over and heard clearly what Zhao Luoyang said in his sleep.
Luo Zhenniang looked at Zhao Luoyang: "Little mute? Is Sister Luo still thinking about that child?"
Mrs. Yang said: "Our sister Luo is kind-hearted. The child suddenly left at that time. There has been no news for so many years. Sister Luo must be worried."
Luo Zhenniang nodded.
Old Mrs. Yang continued: "When I mention the little mute, I think of something."
When Shi Jiu heard the Yang family talk about the little mute, he also listened carefully.
Old Mrs. Yang continued: "Do you still remember that there were wolves in our village?"
"Why don't you remember," said Luo Zhenniang, "that year there was a severe drought, people were so hungry, wolves also came down the mountain to look for food, and somehow entered our village. The child of the Zhou family at the head of the village was bitten to death. I
I remember it was still night, and everyone in the village was in trouble. Li Zheng asked Xue Li and others to gather the old, weak, women and children together, and the men went out to hunt wolves."
Mrs. Yang nodded: "Everyone was in chaos at that time. Sister Luo insisted on looking for the little mute, for fear that the little mute would be eaten by wolves. Later, she finally found someone in the crowd, and Sister Luo took the little mute away with one hand.
Hold it."
"How old was Sister Luo at that time? The little mute was almost a head taller than her, but she hid the little mute behind her as if she could protect him."
Luo Zhenniang didn't see this and sounded a little surprised: "Don't the little mute have family members?"
"Yes," Mrs. Yang said, "but at that time, Sister Luo acted as if she couldn't trust the little mute's family, and was afraid that the little mute's family would not care about her and feed her to the wolves."
Luo Zhenniang also felt that the little mute was pitiful. After living together for two or three years, in her impression, the child was always thin and weak.
Mrs. Yang's eyes were far away, as if she had returned to that day.
"Why do I always say that our sister Luo is not stupid," said Mrs. Yang. "She doesn't speak, but she can tell who is sincere and who is fake, who is good and who is bad. This is not wrong."
"She took care of the little mute like that, and the little mute also missed her. One time, our old beast drank too much and pushed Sister Luo. Thanks to the little mute, he stepped forward and blocked Sister Luo. That time, the little mute fell
It’s injured, a cut was made on the back of the hand by a stone.”
Although these two children are young and cannot speak, they are really good.
"There is one more thing," Old Mrs. Yang said, "I guessed it too. I don't know if it is correct or not?"
Luo Zhenniang hurriedly asked: "What's the matter?"
Old Mrs. Yang slapped her mouth: "I always feel that the little mute's grandmother is not her own. It is possible that her grandmother bought the little mute from a stranger, or there may be something else involved. Anyway, I don't think so.
That's wrong. When the little mute was picked up, I couldn't find his grandmother anywhere."
Only then did Luo Zhenniang remember: "Yes, when relatives come to pick her up, they will definitely take away both the grandfather and grandson. Then where is her grandmother?"
She remembered that the little mute was unwilling to leave and kept looking at Sister Luo. Later, he was forcibly taken away.
Mrs. Yang waved her hand: "Don't think so much. I mean, you can't understand. Sister Luo may have felt it at that time, otherwise she wouldn't have protected the little mute."
"Our sister Luo is a careful child with bright eyes, so I dare to let her go outside."
After all, it is not about protecting her granddaughter. Luo Zhenniang smiled and nodded: "Mom, you are right, I will listen to you."
After talking to Mrs. Yang and Luo Zhenniang, they lay down to rest.
Shi Jiu didn't come back to his senses for a long while. His mind was full of stories about Zhao Luoyang and the little mute.
"Little mute." Shi Jiu muttered.
This title is always strange and familiar at the same time.
…
The next day, Mr. Zheng sent someone to deliver the documents early.
Zhao Luoyang followed her father and others to the racecourse.
Zhao Xueli looked at his daughter and said, "Just rest outside, don't go in." After all, the work inside was dirty and smelly, and the girl really shouldn't be allowed to stay.
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "No, I still have to go to Qin's house with the smell of horse manure."
She has already thought about how to deceive the Qin family uncle, all of which are indispensable.