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In the end, Yunling spent twenty-five taels of silver to buy the man.

She suspected that Na Yazi had lied about the price, but she really didn't want to continue arguing with him, so she paid the money and left Xinzi County with them.

On the way, the second daughter kept looking for opportunities to express her gratitude. She always wanted to kowtow to her, which really made her feel embarrassed. However, she couldn't persuade her, so she had to pretend to have a headache and go to bed.

After pretending, I actually slept all the way home.

After returning, the Tang family was shocked.

Tang Yuanzhi, in particular, almost pointed at Yunling's nose and scolded her for being a prodigal.

Even Mrs. Cao, who has been quite obedient recently, couldn't help but complain: "Ling'er, you just buy people when you buy them. Why buy two such ugly ones? Look at these two faces, you are not afraid of midnight What about nightmares?"

As soon as these words came out, the two women burst into tears and trembled, not daring to raise their heads.

Mrs. Wu glared at Mrs. Cao, then turned to the two girls and said, "Why are you injured like this? Don't be afraid. My husband at home knows some medical skills and can help you treat it. It will always be better."

This injury is too serious. It can be cured, but the scar cannot be removed.

After hearing Wu's words, the two girls knelt down and kowtowed again, which made everyone else feel sad. Even if they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they could not express their dissatisfaction.

Tang Yuanzhi walked away with a puff of sleeves.

Yunling, however, had already quietly discussed the matter with Mrs. Tang.

Mr. Tang nodded to her, "It's okay, leave it to grandpa."

He smiled happily and said, "You were all busy before, but Grandpa was idle every day. Now he has found a place to use it. Don't worry, Grandpa will try his best to do what you say."

Before the official treatment, Yunling wanted the two women to clean themselves. After all, they had lived in Datongpu of a dental shop, and she didn't know if they had lice or anything like that.

Housing has become a problem again.

It was Shen Qixiang who took the initiative to stand up and said, "Qingdai continue to go back to Ling'er. You three little girls can squeeze in. These two girls can live with me."

While the two girls were washing up, Yunling quietly went to see the guard named Guan Yi.

He is still asleep, but the rise and fall of his chest is much calmer and stronger than the previous night, and I think it will get better day by day.

She couldn't help but think of Zhou Qiong.

That handsome young man seemed to have made some kind of determination. The so-called three-year agreement was not easy to come by, and the road ahead for him was bound to be bumpy and bumpy.

That’s all, everyone has his or her own destiny.

I am happy to see each other again in peace, and all other external matters are empty.

After the two girls finished washing, Mr. Tang immediately took his pulse and prescribed a prescription for Lao Qi to go to the pharmacy in town to get some medicine. .

Now that this person has been bought back, he must be treated well.

Yunling asked about the names of the two girls.

She thought that since these two people couldn't talk, she could only guess, but the older girl wet her fingers directly and wrote the names "Huang Fei" and "Biyu" on the table.

One hand is in small regular script, neat and elegant.

The name is that of a maid, but the calligraphy is not something that an ordinary maid could practice.

She wanted to ask about the origins of the two girls, but she didn't want to touch their sadness, so she had to swallow her words and teach them how to make Yuxian flower hairpins and potted plants.

The days passed so quickly.

On July 15th, the Ghost Festival, Duan Sigeng came to see Yunling again.

"Miss Tang, are you free today? I want you and Lao Qi to set up a stall together. Well, let's split the items sold half way!" He spoke slowly, a little afraid of being rejected.

Yunling felt that Duan Sigeng was much older and should learn to grow on his own and not always rely on others, so she wanted to refuse, but Lao Qi took the lead and nodded in agreement, "Okay, see you at the alley later."

Yunling was extremely surprised, "Old Qi, you have changed!"

Why are you so talkative all of a sudden?

In this family, doesn’t he only listen to the old man and himself?

Why did you suddenly give your love to others?

Lao Qi waved his hand and took the lead to leave.

Yunling looked at the sky, picked up a bun and stuffed it into her mouth, "Hey, wait for me."

The Ghost Festival is also known as the ghost gate opens in the middle of July.

On this day, when her grandma was here, she always told her to go home early and not to wander outside in case she accidentally bumped into something.

Unexpectedly, ancient people regarded this night as a day where they could play together and make wishes.

At the beginning of the lanterns, people are coming and going in Qingsong Town. The vendors who used to close their stalls after dark are still busy and greetings with joyful faces.

It’s a good day to make money, who wouldn’t be happy?

At this time, the best selling items on the street are lanterns.

Duan Sigen picked up the bamboo poles full of lanterns, found a corner and set them up with familiarity, and then——

The pestle stopped moving there.

When Yunling saw this posture, she thought, "How can this be sold?"

Even if you pass by, you won’t want to buy it!

She didn't really want the 50-50 split from Duan Si Geng. She really felt that it was not worth wasting her time, so she started shouting while holding a rolling lantern.

"Brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, uncles and aunts, don't miss it if you pass by. The most powerful lantern for the Hungry Ghost Festival has come out. Come and take a look. The rolling lantern will never go out, the rolling lantern will never go out, the candle flame will never burn out, the heart will never burn out, and the world of mortals will roll in. Way forward.”

In an instant, people on the street were attracted by the crisp and sweet voice, and all looked at Yunling.

Lao Qi calmly took a step back.

Duan Sigeng had never received so much attention in his life. He was dumbfounded for a moment and stood there in a daze, unable to say a word.

Yunling had no choice but to hold the rolling lantern and call to an old man in front of her who was very gorgeously dressed and said: "Uncle, look at this rolling lantern. It keeps rolling while it keeps going. You can buy it back for your grandchildren to play with and make sure they are happy." .”

Rolling lamps are also considered toys.

The old man didn't refuse, he put a smile on his face, pointed at the rolling lantern and said: "You try it first, I have to take a look."

Yunling asked the people around her to move aside a little, and threw the rolling lantern on the ground. With a little effort, the lantern rolled forward, and the candle flame flickered and never went out.

It made others surprised.

The old man nodded repeatedly and asked with a smile: "What's the price? I bought it."

Yunling's smile became even sweeter, "Thirty Wen."

Duan Sigen's eyes widened and he felt a little stupid.

In the past, those lamps only cost seven or eight cents each. If he was in a hurry to sell them, he would be willing to pay five cents, but Yunling came up and asked for thirty cents. This was too expensive.

Sky price!

However, the old man smiled and said: "I want two."

As he said that, he even counter-offered seriously: "Old man, I happen to have a grandson and a granddaughter. One for each is not a favor to one, but I don't bring that much money. You can give it to me cheaper, fifty cents." two?"

Yunling looked at Duan Sigeng and saw that he had no hope at all, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

When she brought the two rolling lanterns to the old man, he quietly stuffed a small piece of broken silver over and said, "No need to look for it!"

It weighs a full penny.

Is this, counteroffer addiction?