Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

"Mom, look at the stone on Fu Bao's hand glowing. Will it make any difference?"

Compared to the name Chu Chu, Mrs. Yan Du also felt that Fubao sounded better, so she called her directly.

At this moment, Chu Chu handed the two stones to grandma.

Grandma Yan put Chu Chu down, picked up the stone and looked at it: "Isn't this silver?"

She knocked the two stones against each other again: Why was it the sound of metal? After rubbing it again, a little silvery white light appeared under the oxidized gray-black color.

"Ah, it's really silver!"

A little unbelievable, the old lady went to the whetstone next to the water tank and sharpened it a few times, and the light of silver suddenly appeared.

"Oh my god, these two pieces of silver are probably worth more than twenty taels."

"Grandma's little blessing, you're not here specifically to save our Yan family, are you?"

Grandpa didn't dare to get close, fearing that the silver would fly away as soon as he got close, and his bad luck was too strong.

"Ding dong, the master dug up the silver and harvested two hundred gold coins. Currently, he owes five hundred and seventy gold coins."

Fu Bao was secretly happy. It seemed that gold coins were not too difficult to earn. He paid off almost half of the debt in just two days.

"Where was this dug? Dalangerlang, you guys, please grab your hoe and go take a look."

It is profitable and the person with the fastest response is Yan Zhang.

Erlang knew where Chu Chu was digging. After hearing this, he took a hoe and ran out immediately. He came back dejectedly after half an hour.

"Grandma, we have dug all over, and it is indeed gone."

"Hey, what kind of blessing is this? You can still get money by playing with clay."

This may be what others call God’s gift of rice.

So many things happened in one day, Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan were a little uneasy: "The family won't have good luck from now on, right?"

Looking at the black and gray silver ingot, Mrs. Yan Zhang couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She hadn't seen such a large piece of silver in many years.

"This is all the blessing Fu Bao has brought us."

Mrs. Yan Zhang still didn't like Fubao, so she blurted out: "How can this girl's movies be so good..."

"Then you said that so many people walk these roads and mountains every day, but they don't get such good things. Why does Fu Bao encounter all the good things as soon as he goes out?"

Grandma Yan glared at this third daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law here is good at everything and hard-working, but she is too short-sighted.

Mrs. Yan Zhang didn't know how to explain it at this moment, so she had to shut up and shrink her head, muttering to herself: Is this girl blessed by some god?

Everyone was so happy during dinner in the evening. If it weren’t for these two silver ingots, Grandma Yan would have planned to sell the fish as well. Now the table was full of two large pots of fish, half pan-fried and half fish soup. She even bought more. I stewed two pounds of tofu together. It was really better than eating during the Chinese New Year.

After giving Fu Bao two chopsticks of fish belly meat, Yan Qinghua couldn't help but kiss her again. Fu Bao hid behind his mother, pursed his lips and said sheepishly: "Little aunt always kisses me~"

Looking at her cute appearance, the whole family was laughing again.

"Fu Bao has done a great job today, but you have to eat more."

Mrs. Yan also scooped up an extra bowl of fish soup for Fu Bao, and specially picked two more pieces of meat from the tenderest part of the fish's belly.

"If you haven't eaten enough, are there any more fish?"

Mrs. Yan Zhang curled her lips after looking at it, but did not dare to say anything more.

Yan Zhenzhen was very depressed. Ever since this dead Chu Chu entered their home, her attention at home had dropped. In the past, Auntie and Nai would give her a chopstick if she had good food. What? Good things will stick to you, but now they are all snatched away by this broom star.

Because the bowl given to Fu Bao was a small bowl, the rice was filled very full to prevent her from being full. There were fish and tofu on top, and the bowl was full of food at once.

Fu Bao was so addicted to the food that he couldn't pull his head out. The rice cooked by his mother and third aunt was so delicious!

This situation is so different from the days when he had neither enough food nor clothing nor warmth. Fu Bao felt like he had crashed into a nest of blessings.

At night, Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan were lying on the bed, each thinking about their own thoughts. Grandma Yan said: "You said Fubao is not really evil, right? How can he bring good things to our family?"

Grandpa Yan: "I think it's a bit evil. I would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist. Just like our family's bad luck for decades, it comes in strange ways.

Tomorrow you should talk to the boss and the rest of the family, don't let the family spread these things, but you have to protect this child. Now that she has entered our house, she must be safe. "

Grandpa Yan has been studying all his life. He didn't believe in monsters or ghosts at first, but because of what he has verified on his own body, he is not sure now.

"I understand. Tomorrow I will ask the boss to pay back the ten taels of silver owed to the Yao family. To the outside world, it will be said that it was borrowed from my uncle's family. The next day, you will also go to the county to complete the adoption procedures and household registration for Fubao and receive it. Hongqi feels at ease, and we can’t let the old Yao family regret it.”

Those who couldn't sleep well were Yan Yongyi and Yan Dushi in the east wing. They also noticed that Fubao was different.

Mrs. Yan Du: "The blessing must be blessed by the Bodhisattva. Don't let the villagers see anything strange. I don't want to live if she is like Yan Qingqing. I would rather she be an ordinary and safe child than let these things happen." Luck ruined her life."

Ten years ago, there was a very smart child named Yan Qingqing in the village. Because he was different, he was burned alive by the villagers as a monster when he was only ten years old. Later, Qingqing's mother couldn't bear it and threw herself into the river. Qingqing committed suicide. Dad is also crazy and missing.

"Don't worry! Our family is blessed with great fortune, and everything will be fine. Tomorrow I will find all those boys and train them all to prevent them from talking nonsense."

Looking at Fu Bao, who was sleeping sweetly and glutinously in the middle, not knowing what he was dreaming about, with his butt arched and drooling, they couldn't help but kiss each other. The couple chatted for a long time before going to bed at dawn. With.