Dressed as cannon fodder to raise cubs for the villain prince [Transmigration Book]

The cold air of early winter comes quietly but quickly, and the leaves outside the southern suburbs are already withered and everything is dead.Early in the morning, the river outside the city steamed with cold mist. Many farmers and shopkeepers carried their loads and pushed trucks full of goods, and went into the city for an early market.

Today is the first day of winter again, the day when the Xiangguo Temple in the inner city is open for trading. As soon as the sky is dawn, vendors big and small inside and outside the temple have taken up their positions.

At the stall in front of the gate of Xiangguo Temple, there is a long cage hanging, which contains all kinds of birds, and some ferocious hawks and falcons.Small boxes on the ground are covered with rags, and litters of puppies and cats are the most common.Sometimes with good luck, you can also meet rare birds and animals such as fox cubs, little leopards, panda bears, and peacocks.

Shen Chu was carrying a big bamboo mat on his back, and on his left shoulder stood a round, overweight chicken cub, holding a cute two-year-old Yuxue doll in his right hand, finally arrived at the gate of Xiangguo Temple, and sighed, "Cub, cub!" , because you stayed in bed today, and Dad came late again and couldn't get a good seat—"

The two-and-a-half-year-old chubby cub is holding his father in his left hand, holding a delicious big meat bun in his right hand, his small mouth is whimpering, revealing a few young deciduous teeth, his eyes are so happy that he narrowed his eyes, his small nose and mouth are chirping Arrived a piece.Hearing Daddy's accusation, he said without hesitation, "Daddy stays in bed!"

Shen Chu looked at the small appearance of his own son, what else could he do, he could only pick up his fat son, and kissed his chubby little cheek hard.

The little guy hurriedly swung his two chubby legs and quit, and said anxiously, "Zai Zai has grown up, let's go!"

Shen Chu put the little guy down, as a pampered cub, he basically would not refuse any reasonable request.

Before he stepped into the gate of Xiangguo Temple, Shen Chu felt that the cub in his hand could not move anymore. He stopped and saw the little guy standing in front of a stall and couldn't move his chubby legs.

The little guy raised his head, and the chubby pointed, "Maomao, Maomao——"

Shen Chu looked helpless, "I already have a black cat you asked for last year, an orange cat you asked for last year, and a white cat you asked for last month. I can't buy any more cats— —”

The little guy persevered and said persistently, "Maomao, Maomao—" he stuffed the remaining steamed stuffed bun into his little mouth three or two times, and pulled his father over there with all his might.

Shen Chu was still resolutely expressing his attitude, "I must not buy cats again today!"

Then he froze there, oh my god, the little chubby cub was not referring to a cat at all, but a panda cub, but the size of holding hands, sleeping in his little nest, the whole thing was spread out into a pile The undulating little lumps of meat are still the kind of meaty ones.

Shen Chu was the same as his little chubby cub, who couldn't walk anymore, so he went to the vendor and asked, "How much is this panda cub?"

The vendor glanced at him, and said not very enthusiastically, "Ten taels of silver, one-buy price, no counter-offer!"

Shen Chu touched his purse, only five taels of silver.Ten taels of silver is basically enough for ordinary people's family expenses for a year. Shen Chu felt that it was a huge sum of money to bring five taels of silver to go out. The cats and dogs he bought before were only worth a hundred dollars. As long as they look chubby and cute, the little guy has always been regardless of appearance, and you can buy one for a dozen or so.

Who knew that when I went out today, I could meet a panda cub.As a modern person who has passed through, the soul of love for national treasures is burning in Shen Chu's body, what is ten taels of silver, even if it is a hundred taels of silver, it is the price of conscience!

Shen Chu excitedly said, "Brother! Look, I haven't brought enough silver. I'll give you a deposit of one tael. I'll give you the rest of the tael before dark. You can keep this panda cub for me." No?"

The peddler squinted at one big and one small, and quickly became concerned. The panda cubs are not easy to feed. They need milk when they are young, and bamboo when they grow up. Ferocious and majestic, in the past it was hard to catch one, and it often took a long time to hit the hands, but it was not always possible to meet a buyer.Of course, each radish and cabbage has its own advantages. If you are lucky enough to meet someone with good money and a preference for pandas, you can still make a fortune.

After thinking about it, he changed into a smiling face and said, "Look at your sincerity, and you're so cute, so I'll take a deposit and keep this panda cub for you—"

Both phases are very satisfied, except for the little guy whose eyes are almost glued to the panda cub.Shen Chu patiently reasoned with his fat boy, "Cub, daddy doesn't have so much money with him, let's go to set up a stall, and after we get the money, we'll help you buy the little panda back home, okay? Dad Tell this uncle to leave this little panda bear to you."

The vendor was very willing to cooperate, and nodded at the little guy with a smile. Looking at the little guy's chubby flesh, he really wanted to touch it.

The little guy turned around the chubby body proudly, stretched out two chubby little arms to hug him, accepted the fact that his father was poor, and expressed that he was a very reasonable little chubby kid.

It's just that after being picked up by his father, he still couldn't help but lie on his father's shoulder, staring at the panda cub reserved by him in the nest without blinking, and twitching his little finger until he couldn't see it. until.

After such a delay, the good position in the courtyard of Xiangguo Temple has long been gone. Selling straw mats, bows and arrows, saddles, bridles, preserved fruits, bacon, etc. have already filled up the positions. Most of them are middle-aged women.

Shen Chu carried the big bamboo mat on his back, held the little fat cub in his hands, and carried the fat chicken on his shoulders, so he could only walk backwards.After passing the main hall of the temple, there are many calligraphy, painting and antique stalls behind, and some sell spices, local products, medicinal materials and the like.

Shen Chu also saw an acquaintance, and happily went over to say hello, "Brother Fan, are you here to set up a stall so early?"

"If I knew you were coming, I would have asked you to reserve a place for me in advance—"

Fan Yong is from the Jiangling Mansion, and now he is studying in Taixue, he is a year or two older than Shen Chu, and he has been renting the yard next door to Shen Chu's house for more than a year.My family is not too rich, and I often come to the Xiangguo Temple Market to sell some of my calligraphy and paintings, and then buy some other calligraphy and paintings to go back, or to supplement some household expenses.

There are quite a few scholars like Fan Yong in Xiangguo Temple, but most of them have to save face. They uphold an arrogance that everything is inferior and only reading is high. A bunch of them is a disgrace to Confucius. Usually, they are very embarrassed. Calligraphy and paintings are sold at any price, and they are not willing to bargain more.

Fan Yong is different from other scholars, but has a calm attitude.Therefore, Shen Chu usually likes to contact Fan Yong, and feels that this person is calm and reliable, and he is really knowledgeable.

Fan Yong smiled and said, "Haven't you been here to set up a stall in Xiangguo Temple for a long time?"

While teasing the little guy, he said, "Zai Zai is really amazing, getting up so early to set up a stall with Daddy—"

The little chubby cub couldn't help puffing out his little chest proudly.

"I'll give you half of the land, just put it here."

Shen Chu looked at the one selling medicinal herbs and the other selling local specialties on both sides, both of them were very powerful. He saw that Fan Yong was a scholar who was easy to bully, and the stalls were so big that they almost squeezed him out of space.

Shen Chu smiled, "It's okay, I'll take a walk to the back and see, there should be space in the back porch."

Fan Yong smiled helplessly, "It's okay, anyway, you don't care about these—"

"Yeah, Brother Fan, remember to wait for me to go home with you at night." He said and took out a can of candied fruit from the bamboo wand, "Take the day to pass the time."

Fan Yong didn't talk to him politely, "I don't like sweet ones very much. Is there any salty bean curd? Just a bowl and it'll be—"

Shen Chu put the bamboo mat on the ground, took out a small earthenware bowl fluently, scooped a bowl of tender bean curd, then scooped a spoonful of meat sauce, sprinkled with chopped green onion and crispy soybeans, the fragrance was overflowing, and there were several dishes on the side. All the vendors couldn't help but hook their necks to watch.

Many people gathered together and whispered, "Isn't this the Furong Douhua from Mingyue Tower?! How could this young man have it?!"

"You don't know this, this lotus bean curd is sweet, with a little red bean and wolfberry on the tender bean curd, it looks like a watery lotus, so it is called Furong bean curd - this one is called Xianbao bean curd, this salty bean curd Bao refers to the meat sauce, mixed with chopped green onion and crispy soybeans, after a few bites, the taste is absolutely amazing—"

A strong young man next to him said enviously, "Uncle, do you see that you have eaten like this before?"

The uncle who came here said proudly, "Of course, the Furong bean curd and Xianbao bean curd are only a bowl of Bailaiwen, and the bean curd is so tender that even the imperial meal is so tender, how can you not try it—"

A few peddlers around were aroused by greed, and couldn't help but lean over and said, "My little brother, how do you sell this bean curd?"

Shen Chu smiled and said, "A bowl of fifty renminbi, and a ceramic bowl and spoon for free—"

The uncle, who was still relishing the taste of bean curd, said in surprise, "Yo! It's such a good deal, can't it be a fake? By the way, Mingyuelou is the only one that grinds bean curd——"

The strong guy didn't care about the three sevens and 21, he just asked Shen Chu to bring him a bowl of Furong Douhua and Xianbao Douhua, and he also used the bowl of Furong Douhua to fill Xianbao Douhua, and asked Shen Chu to give him a bowl and a spoon It's five cents cheaper.

After eating two bowls of bean curd, the strong boy said in amazement, "My God, the bean curd is still so tender and smooth, it's almost not made from the same thing as the tofu in my hometown—" He licked his lips and couldn't get enough of it. I touched my purse again, but still didn't dare to spend money to buy a few more bowls.

A few hawkers came over and gritted their teeth and bought a few bowls. The uncle also bought a portion of Furong Douhua out of his pocket. After tasting it, he was amazed.

When Shen Chu was busy with work, he didn't forget to tell the fat chicken to take care of him. When everything was cleaned up and he went to the back porch to find a booth, he found that the back porch was full of fortune-telling, fortune-telling, and Feng Shui stalls. There are charlatans selling all kinds of Dali pills and dog skin plasters there.

But it’s strange to look at, there is a small stall in the southeast corner with the best light, and a young man in a Taoist robe sits behind him, sitting on a pony, leaning back to sleep with his legs crossed and his eyes squinting, there is plenty of space on both sides Apparently, all the stalls around seemed to be avoiding some ghosts and monsters, and would rather squeeze together with other places than set up stalls in this open space.

Shen Chu didn't care so much, took the chubby boy, and directly set up a stall in the open space in the southeast corner.

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Ask for collection!Memmada~Advance article: Bai Yueguang dressed as a villain tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Lin Shu transmigrated into the white moonlight of the villain tyrant.Bai Yueguang is the eldest son of the Marquis of Ruyang, known as the most beautiful man in the Fengming Dynasty. He was the number one scholar, amazingly talented, countless boys and girls flocked to him, but unfortunately, his life was thinner than paper, and he died of a terminal illness at a young age. up.Since then, he has become the white moonlight in the heart of the villain tyrant, the kind who hasn't had time to confess.

System: Your task is to help the tyrant become a wise king through the ages, and only by obtaining sage points can he continue his life——

Lin Shu: The tyrant is cruel, merciless, disregarding human life, and not doing his job properly. Are you kidding me?

System: Do missions or reincarnate, you choose one.

Lin Shu:...

Lin Shu: Your Majesty, remember to go to court on time every day.

Zhao Lin: I want Lin Aiqing to provide a wake-up call every day in order to get up——

Lin Shu:...

Lin Shu: Your Majesty, the king must take the country as the most important thing and love the people like his son.

Zhao Lin: I want Lin Aiqing to kiss each other every day so that I can restrain myself from going berserk——

Lin Shu:...

Lin Shu: Your Majesty, it's time for you to stand up and spread your branches and leaves.

Zhao Lin: In this world, I only want to marry Lin Aiqing.

Lin Shu: (I made a foul, my heart is out of control.);

Transmigration Book [Transmigration Book]

Happy birthday, the precious little grandson of the Duke Dingguo's mansion has volunteered to be a companion to the fourth prince who is the most unfavored!The fate of the fourth prince who was judged by the national teacher to be the lone star of Tiansha just after he was born, to restrain his mother, his wife, and his son, oh, His Majesty is the true son of heaven today, so it will not be affected.

The people of Duke Dingguo's mansion turned their backs on their backs, fearing that their single seedling baby, Pimple, would be affected by a little bit of bad influence, but the old Guotai went to the palace to intercede with his queen daughter, saying that the emperor's golden words could not be changed.

Li Ai looked at the 12-year-old fourth prince in front of him who was a little shorter than his eight-year-old baby, and then looked at the valet beside him who just pushed the fourth prince down, cold sweat was about to break out ——

Oh my god, why did he transmigrate and become the first person to have a knife when the tyrant grows up? !Well, it's not unreasonable for the tyrant to take this brat who was spoiled since he was a child——

From today on, he will devote himself to being a person who works hard to care for the loveless and blackened little prince!

later--

Li Ai: Your Majesty, I just want to play with you to almost save my life——

Fourth Prince: Come on, we can get closer to——

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