The person who was originally indignant found that Fan Jin's words made some sense.
The servants and maids who sold themselves into wealthy families could be beaten and scolded at will, but their lives were no better than those of the wealthy.
There are also many cases of wealthy young men riding horses through bustling streets and injuring people, relying on their money and power.
This young master may be arrogant, but he doesn't treat human life as worthless.
The people who had gathered together stopped talking about the boy and started talking about other things.
That boy, so out of place in the market, was like a fleeting interlude, gone in a flash.
Yan Qiu was the oldest, so she volunteered to be the last to take her sugar painting. After her painting was finished, the group continued walking and browsing.
The market wasn't long, and many of the stalls on both sides were the same, but in the eyes of the five children, the market seemed to have no end, and the things displayed on the stalls were all novel and beautiful.
Hu Wenhua pulled his thoughts away from the snow-white steed; it was not something someone like him could touch.
He acted very much like an uncle towards the younger generation, waving his hand generously and saying, "Uncle's treating! Buy whatever you want to eat or buy whatever new gadgets you like!"
He made it seem as if he had more than a hundred coins in savings than he could ever spend.
When Yan Qiuxing returned to Jianghehu, five children held up sugar paintings and cheered enthusiastically.
Despite the cheers, even the youngest, Fan Hu, restrained himself and refused to take anything else.
A sugar painting costs three coins, and the five of them spent fifteen coins from their uncle.
Fifteen coins could buy a pound of lean meat, and with so much money, my uncle didn't hesitate to buy them candy that wouldn't fill their stomachs. They were so extravagant!
The group of people held up their sugar paintings, looking around at them, and were watched with envious eyes by passing children.
After wandering around the market several times, I reluctantly went home with my uncle.
When they got home, apart from the youngest Fan Hu, the others' sugar paintings only suffered minor superficial injuries and were generally intact.
"Mom, look! Uncle bought us sugar paintings."
"Does the little rabbit I chose look like it?"
"Mine is a big tiger, it's so majestic!"
"My snake is still the prettiest."
"Hiss~"
Upon seeing the snake coiled up, Shui Qing instinctively took a step back.
Sugar wasn't cheap, and she looked at Hu's mother, worried that she might be upset about the money and keep thinking about her younger brother or the other children.
"Beautiful, beautiful! Not only are the designs lovely, but there's also plenty of candy on them. You kids really know how to pick!" Mrs. Hu commented sincerely after carefully examining each child's sugar painting.
The children, already happy, were even happier after receiving their grandmother's praise, jumping for joy with their sugar paintings in hand.
"Grandma, try mine, it's so sweet!" Yan Qiu held up the sugar painting and brought it to Hu's mother's lips.
Mother Hu was truly reluctant to eat the children's food, especially the candy that was so sweet to her. She smiled and said, "Grandma doesn't need to taste it to know how sweet it is. You good children should eat it."
After lunch, your uncle will buy one for each of you to take home and eat.
Shuiqing never expected that Hu's mother, who had been blaming her for bringing too many things and spending money since she entered the door, would not only not mention the children and Wenhua, but would actually buy more to take back!
He quickly spoke up to stop them: "No, just have one to taste."
His parents' family wasn't well-off either, and although Wenhua was his uncle, he was only fifteen years old.
At fifteen, she still considered herself a child.
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