Chapter 230 1.230 Selling?

Wen Ruwan suppressed a trace of anger in her eyes, and growled secretly: "Your father is the same as you, and they are all things that don't know how to praise!"

If it weren't for the fact that Qiao's family was rich and well-fed, she wouldn't be bothered to please their family all the time as a young daughter-in-law.

She just didn't want to go back to that crappy place in West City to suffer again!

Qiao Mu hugged Xiao Lin'er and walked ahead, the corners of his mouth carelessly twitched slightly.

As the sun rose, the flow of people on the main street began to increase, and many people went to Wanhua Square together in a bustling manner.

"I think Li Yuanwai's flower can win the first prize."

"That's right, those rich and powerful families are rushing to participate in the Wanhua Festival. We, poor people, have no way out."

"I don't think we should even think about the one hundred catties of rice."

Everyone was talking in low voices, and many people sighed.

"Don't worry, I heard that there are still 200 participants who will be encouraged to participate, and each of them can get a catty of beans."

"But it depends on the number of the card in your hand to draw a lottery. If you draw it, it will be counted. We have to hurry to get the right card."

"Oh, it's nice to be brave."

"That's right, hurry up and get the number plate. It's just that why did the city lord let those dirty guys in the East and West City come in, and compete with us to get the number plate."

Qiao Mu walked towards the management office where numbers were issued at the entrance of the square.

Now that I've come out to play, it's natural to come out to play.

The number plate is a pair of thin special small bamboo pieces with numbers engraved with a knife on the back.

The line was very long, but the distribution was also very fast, and it didn't take long for them to line up.

The Qiao Mu children each took a pair out of fun, and when they opened it, they were all numbered more than 5,000.

"Sister, do you think I can get a catty of beans?" While Qiao Hu was speaking, several adults beside him couldn't help but sneered.

"Little brother, it all depends on luck. You said that the whole city will participate in this event, at least tens of thousands of people. It sounds like there are a lot of participation awards for two hundred numbers. In fact, compared with the total number of people Ah, the proportion of awards is really not high."

Qiao Hu nodded, "Uncle, you are right, it all depends on face. If only I could get that catty of beans!"

"Hey kid, who doesn't want a pound of beans? I want that pound!"

"Maybe I'm lucky enough to get it! My face is pale!" Qiao Hu raised his neck and snorted.

Qiao Mu: ...Brother, you are not short of that catty of beans. You said it so expectantly, and you even fell in love with a stranger... Seeing it, she felt inexplicably that she might be so poor.

Really, it feels so annoying to take a group of funny people to the street!

All kinds of flowers are placed along the street, and there is a large circle around the main street to the square, and the crowds are extremely lively.

As the day approached noon, people who watched the flowers began to cast cards, and they voted one to keep one. It is said that the city lord's mansion had a special person to count overnight, and the list of winners' number plates would be announced the next day.

At that time, as long as the winners are awarded, they can go to the city lord's mansion to queue up to receive food with a reserved number plate.

Qiao Mu hugged Xiao Lin'er all the way to watch, and from time to time took down the little hand that his sister stretched out to "ask for flowers".

Sudden footsteps stopped, Qiao Mu stopped in front of a flower pot shaped like a crabapple, and blinked.

The old man who placed the flower pot was so happy that he almost jumped out, "Child, throw a card, don't you like it? Hurry up and help the old man throw a card!"

It's a pity that it has been on display all afternoon, and only a few cards were voted for. The old man was about to cry. How can he win a prize like this?

The whole family is waiting for the rice to boil at home.

"Grandpa, are you... selling potted flowers?" Qiao Mu's small face was expressionless, but those dark eyes were brighter than ever.