The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

He took out two more white melons from the basket and said, "I'll give these two to my grandparents."

"Yes."

He found another package and said, "There are two buns in here. Send them to the kitchen to heat them up and give them to my grandfather to eat in the evening."

"Yes."

Cheng Youning took out two apples: "Dad, Mom, one for each of you."

Cheng Feng and Shang Xi each took an apple. Shang Xi asked, "What's in these packages?"

Cheng Youning said, "There are steamed buns inside. Ask the kitchen to heat them up and eat them. Don't waste them."

Cheng Feng touched Cheng Youning's head and said with a smile: "My son knows how to be frugal now. He is so good."

Shang Xi was puzzled: "Cheng Youning, why did you buy so many steamed buns?"

"I saw that the steamed buns looked good, so I bought a few."

Shang Xi opened it and saw red dots on it. "Why did you buy this kind of bun?"

"nice."

"Next time, don't buy them. These steamed buns are for offering sacrifices."

Cheng Youning nodded obediently, looking very obedient.

Cheng Feng was not so particular. In his eyes, all steamed buns were edible. It made no difference whether they had red dots or not. "Leave two steamed buns. I'll roast the lamb legs for my son and Qiao Rong later, and roast two steamed buns for them at the same time."

Shang Xi kept two of them and had the rest sent to the kitchen. No matter how she looked at them, she felt that Cheng Youning was dirty, and Qiao Rong was not very clean either. However, she did not think too much about it, because Cheng Youning would get even dirtier when he went down the river or climbed the mountains. Fortunately, he was just going out on the street.

But in the evening, the people who went to the dining hall to eat were staring at the steamed buns on the table. Madam Wan asked, "What kind of day is it to eat steamed buns like this?"

Shang Xi said, "Mom, please eat some rice. Cheng Youning bought these steamed buns on the street. She said she didn't want them to be wasted so she gave them to everyone to eat in the evening."

Madam Wan and Master Wan both laughed. Madam Wan said, "Daughter-in-law, give me and your father a steamed bun each. My grandson will know that thrift is a good thing."

Master Wan also sighed: "My grandson will definitely not be a prodigal son when he grows up. The Wan family's business will definitely be passed down to him in the future."

Wan Lianxing looked at the two buns in front of him. They were shriveled and bleak. The ones thrown away at home might be better than these.

"What's the matter with these two buns of mine? They are buns, right? I'm not mistaken, am I?"

A servant behind him said, "My Lord, these are buns, but they are not made in the kitchen of the mansion. The young master sent them here and told them to heat them up and give them to you in the evening. These two buns were like this when they arrived."

"He is really filial."

Shang Xi said: "If the buns look bad to you, give them to Cheng Feng. You can eat steamed buns or white rice. They are your staple foods. You can eat something else."

"I'd better eat these two buns. If Cheng Youning knew I didn't eat them, he would think I disliked them." In fact, he did disliked them, but he didn't want to refuse Cheng Youning's kindness.

On the second day, after finishing his morning class, You Ning went to Cheng Huang Temple again. He had experience in setting up stalls today, so he and Qiao Rong shouted, "Roast chicken and roast duck are cheap."

“Roast chicken and roast duck are cheap.”

Finally someone came and asked, "How much is a roast chicken?"

Cheng Youning said, "Fifty cents."

"How come you two kids are selling things on the street?"

Cheng Youning said, "As the saying goes, children from poor families grow up early. I am that child from a poor family. This chicken was roasted by my father and mother. They asked me to help watch it for a while. They will be here soon."

The man smiled and said, "You are a really good talker, kid. I have never seen poor people dressed like you two."

Cheng Youning said, "I think you are the rich man. Would you like to buy one of these chickens?"

"I feel embarrassed not to buy it if you say that. Can you make it cheaper?"

"My parents are not here, so I can't make the decision. If I sell too few coins, they will think I hid the money and I will be spanked."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you all the money you want. How old are you, kid? Why are you so cunning?"

Cheng Youning said, "Nine years old." Cheng Youning deftly wrapped the sample roast chicken with oil paper.

The man looked at Cheng Youning's skillful technique and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you often help your parents sell things. Your little hands are faster than adults."

After the man paid and left, Qiao Rong was sweating. "Young Master, can you please stop lying? If the young master and his wife knew about these lies, we would not just be scolded."

"If I say I'm five years old, what should I do if these people who buy things bully us because we're kids? We're selling things, so it's okay to lie about our age."

"But our chicken wasn't roasted by the Master and Madam, isn't that cheating?"

Cheng Youning argued, "You can't say we took it from the City God Temple. If everyone went to take it, would there be anything left for us?"

Qiao Rong scratched his head and thought that what Cheng Youning said was correct.

According to Cheng Youning's method, he sold the roast chicken and roast duck, as well as the dim sum, and then he sold the remaining things at a low price.

He did not bring home the red-dot steamed buns that he could not sell, but gave them directly to beggars on the street. When he returned home, he was left with two empty baskets and a money bag.

When no one was around, the two of them would close the door and sit at the table to count the money. "Young Master, I have one hundred and twenty-seven coins here."

"I have one hundred and fifty-six wen." Cheng Youning used his white jade abacus to calculate, "two hundred and eighty-three wen." Cheng Youning took out his small account book and wrote down two hundred and eighty-three wen on it.

"Qiao Rong, let's not dress too nicely tomorrow."

"Young Master, there aren't any clothes at home that are too worn out."

Cheng Youning thought for a moment and said, "Let's wear a hat to cover it up so that no one we know can see us."

"clear."

The two children were thankful that they had not been discovered for many days. At this time, Cheng Youning said to Qiao Rong: "Qiao Rong, let's go to Lingchen 4 to take a look."

Qiao Rong took Cheng Youning's hand and said, "Young Master, the things in the City God Temple belong to a marquis. We can take them, but we can't touch Lingchen's things."

Cheng Youning nodded, "I know, I just want to see if there are more people going to Lingchen or Chenghuang Temple."

"Young Master, there are so many people here, let's not go." Qiao Rong was afraid that Cheng Youning would cause trouble if he went to Lingchen Temple, and he couldn't stop Cheng Youning from doing anything.

"If you don't go, I will."

Since Cheng Youning said so, how could Qiao Rong dare not go? He had to follow.

When we arrived at Lingchen Temple, we saw that there were just as many people here as at Chenghuang Temple.

Cheng Youning looked at the rows of things placed on the altars. They were all vegetarian. Vegetarian food was not very expensive, but as long as it was sold cheaply, many people would buy it.