"Have you finished your homework?" Fourth Brother Chen Bei asked.

"I finished it a long time ago; I finished it before school ended yesterday afternoon."

"Why did you finish it before school ended?" Fourth Brother asked again.

"Fourth brother, you're so stupid. Isn't there half an hour of self-study before school ends? You have nothing to do, so what else can you do besides doing your homework?"

"You can play with your classmates," the third brother said.

He didn't say anything, but walked forward with his head down.

Seeing that her younger sister was in a bad mood, Nan Nan patted my head and asked, "Mianmian, what's wrong? Did someone in class bully you?"

"Yes, tell me who bullied you. Tell Fourth Brother, and I'll get revenge for you. If that doesn't work, I'll get Third Brother too," Fourth Brother said, jumping in as soon as he heard someone had bullied him.

"No one bullies me, it's just that they don't really play with me, they think I'm too young, but my deskmate Ruan Yuanyuan is the only one who's nice to me."

(No way! Don't let her round face fool you, she's actually a little timid. If anyone raises their voice in front of her, she'll start crying right away. She's incredibly annoying. I haven't really talked to her since the start of the semester. Once you get involved with someone like that, they're like a leech, you can't get rid of them, and they're always trying to set you up.)

"It's fine as long as no one bullies you. If anyone does, just tell us, okay?" Sister Nan said.

"Yeah, I know, no one dares to bully me," I said, gesturing and flashing my fist before adding:

"Third and fourth brothers will be going out to play, but older sister and eldest brother have to study. Can I go out to play too?"

"Where are you planning to go? Who are you going with? Or who are you going to see?" the older brother asked.

"I'll go by myself. It's not far, just two alleys in front of my house. I live at No. 135, ???. I'm going to visit Ruan Yuanyuan."

“Okay, it’s not far, go ahead.” The older brother agreed as soon as he heard it was close. He knew that a child this age couldn’t be controlled at home, and at the same time, he needed to let her come into contact with some people so that she would know the wickedness of some people. However, Mianmian had been smart since she was a child and knew what kind of friends she should make, so he didn’t interfere.

Seeing that their eldest brother had agreed, the other three didn't say anything more.

And so the decision was made happily. After returning home and finishing my meal, I ran out after my brother. They were older than me and had longer legs, so by the time I reached the alley, they were long gone.

She quickly ran to a corner, yes, a four-corner, and seeing no one, she slipped into her spatial dimension, changed her clothes (last year's clothes were a finger's width shorter than hers), and then applied something to her face to make it look sallow. She also added a mole. With this makeover, she looked like she came from a poor family who never had enough to eat. In addition, she was taller than most children, so no matter how others looked at her, they would think she was eight or nine years old.

After leaving the space and seeing that no one was around, I quickly headed to the back street of the military hospital. There were many wealthy people there, and the vendors were all people with money. Who would come to see a doctor if they didn't have money?

Then you'll see a little girl carrying a basket covered with a blue canvas, walking around the alley, turning left and right.

When I arrived at the market, I found a quiet spot, squatted down, and quickly put my hands in the basket. In an instant, two-thirds of the dried persimmons filled the basket.

He lifted a corner of the cloth and started hawking his wares there:

"If you see this, don't miss it! These are big and delicious dried persimmons. They're tasty and inexpensive, only three cents each. If you buy five, they're one cent each."

The street was bustling with people when I heard a little girl's voice calling out to sell things. I quickly went over, and just then, an older man in a Zhongshan suit walked over and said directly:

Give me five.

"Okay, here you go, I'll hold you." She then pulled a piece of oil paper from my canvas bag and picked me up.

"Where are your parents? Why are you allowed to sell here?" the uncle asked.

“My parents are busy with work and are not at home, so I live with my grandfather. There is a persimmon tree in the house, and my grandfather dries the persimmons into dried persimmons. But my grandfather is getting old and can no longer come out, so I have to come out and sell them myself.”

Upon hearing this, the older man in front quickly added, "Give me five more!"

"well"

"This is worth a penny."

The people standing by were speechless for a moment. The parents weren't home, and the grandfather was old. It was quite pitiful that a child was supporting the whole family.

Everyone rushed forward to buy, but not many were bought; they bought five at a time, since a penny still has a lot of value these days.

In less than five minutes, the basket was sold out. At that moment, an older woman quickly asked:

"Girl, do you have any more? My grandson is sick and wants to eat these dried persimmons. We ate them all during the New Year, so I came out to see if there were any left."

Yes, we have some at home.

"Could you go back and get it?" the old woman asked cautiously.

"Yes, yes, we were thinking of buying some for our children to eat at home," an older woman said.

"I was thinking of going to see a patient later; dried persimmons are a rare treat at this time of year," an old man said.

"Yes, almost all of them were sold out before the Lunar New Year last year, and they're not easy to find now," said an uncle.

"How much do you want? If you want a lot, you can carry it over in a basket yourself."

I want ten.

"I want twenty."

"I want ten too!"

...

So, after a few back and forth, he calculated that these people would need about 150, which would be 30 jin (15 catties) at five per jin. He figured his small frame could handle it, so he said, "Okay, I'll go home and carry them now."

After saying that, he picked up the basket and ran desperately out of the crowd. He ran to a corner, slipped into his space, quickly found a basket about the same size as himself, and used his mind to put 150 persimmons into it. He also put some oil paper in his backpack, then came out of the space, quickly put it on his back, and went to the market.

Thirty pounds might be a lot for others, but for me, it's nothing. That's because I've been practicing my own unique mental techniques since I was just learning to speak.

Those waiting at the stall soon saw the little girl walk over carrying a basket on her back. The uncle next to her quickly took the basket from his own back, and as he held it in his hand, he was still thinking:

This basket must weigh at least thirty pounds, and this little girl carried it on her back so easily. Amazing!

"This little girl is quite strong!"

"It's alright, uncle. Grandpa said he's always been strong."

In less than ten minutes, the basket of dried persimmons on his back was sold out. At the same time, hearing that there were dried persimmons for sale at the market, he quickly ran over to ask if there were any left. Having no other choice, he carried them back twice more to sell. Finally, after carrying the last basket, an old man bought some and said:

"I'm so sorry! All the persimmons we make are sold out. We'll make more and sell them when the persimmons are harvested this year. We hope you elders will come and visit then."