"Luowang City."
This name sounds familiar, where have you heard it before?
In a flash, Zhou Yuchen remembered that this was Political Commissar Luo who had carried his grandfather across the swamp and saved his grandmother.
The Zhou family’s great benefactor.
"Hello, Grandpa Luo."
He quickly stood up and greeted me, and whether it was due to excitement or some other reason, he started talking like a machine gun.
"Is this Grandma Luo? You're still as elegant and beautiful as ever. My grandma always praises you as a heroine and Grandpa Luo as a peerless hero..."
Jian Yuelan twisted her expression for a moment, then quickly picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea to cover up her mistake.
The two elders were also upset by his praise and quickly interrupted him, "It's over, it's over."
She has a really sweet mouth, but she is really not good at praising others.
If they continue to be praised by him, they will be expelled from the human race and join the ranks of gods or monsters.
Thinking of what he said about being ten feet tall and holding two guns weighing over a hundred pounds, the old lady was quite speechless and said, "Did your grandmother teach you to praise people like this?"
"No."
The young man shook his head honestly, "It's all my own thinking."
He had a big smile on his face and looked like he was asking for praise.
Jian Yuelan and the others, "..."
That's not a very smart look!
At this moment, the proprietress came to serve more dishes. The old man was really hungry and worried that Doudou was also hungry, so he didn't feel like chatting with him anymore. He waved and said, "Take your classmate with you..."
His eyes fell on the face of the young man who called them a prodigal son, and he immediately said respectfully, "Hello, old man. My name is Ge Junkun."
The old man said, "Xiao Zhou, you and Xiao Ge come and eat together."
“No, no, no, Grandpa Luo, you guys eat, we’ve ordered some food too.”
Zhou Yuchen quickly waved his hand to refuse. If he was alone, he would definitely not be polite.
Where is his grandparents' savior? Without Grandpa Luo carrying his grandfather across the swamp and then escorting his grandparents all the way to the base, there would be no father.
Without his father, there would naturally be no him.
So, to round it off, the Luo couple is no different from his grandparents.
There is no need to be polite with your own grandparents.
However, he was not alone, there was a classmate with him. It was okay to eat by himself, but it would be inappropriate to bring his classmate with him.
Seeing him refuse, Ge Junkun also said that it was not necessary.
Then, people at both tables ate their own meals, and after eating and drinking their fill, they went their separate ways.
Zhou Yuchen and the others returned to school, while Jian Yuelan and the others took the meals they had packed for Ahua and the others home.
Before parting, the old man and Zhou Yuchen exchanged addresses.
Little Doudou even raised his little hand and waved at the two of them, "Goodbye, brother and uncle."
"Goodbye, Doudou!"
After everyone left, Ge Junkun said depressedly, "Why am I the uncle and you are the brother?"
Zhou Yuchen, who hadn't noticed the wrong address before, was stunned for a moment before realizing it and saying, "So, am I a generation younger than you?"
"It's obvious."
"No, I'm the uncle and you're the brother, so you have to call me uncle."
Then, the two started arguing about who was the older brother and who was the uncle.
We fought all the way to school but there was no winner.
At this time, Jian Yuelan and the others had already arrived home, and they caught up with Ahua and the others who were preparing to cook for themselves.
"Come and eat."
She took the food out of the basket and placed it on the table. Several girls immediately exclaimed, "So much meat!"
"Sister, are the clothes selling well today?"
"good."
Not just good, but very good.
In the afternoon, several people who had bought clothes in the morning brought their friends and relatives to buy more. A total of 323 pieces of clothing were sold, and 108 pieces were sold today alone.
In the evening, the old man gave lessons to Xiao Ding and A Miao. Jian Yuelan closed the bedroom door and sat on the mat to count the accounts.
The old lady helped, and a group of cats gathered around the child, counting the money.
However, he only learned numbers up to 100. A Big Unity is worth ten yuan. What should he do if he doesn’t know how to count numbers after 100?
It doesn't matter, this is a child who is good at using his brain.
He would put dozens of them aside, and then put dozens more aside...
Daji and the others were making trouble and stretching their claws to grab the money, but he stopped them again and again, and it didn't delay his work.
So, when Jian Yuelan and the old lady finished their work and looked down, they saw piles of big unity on the ground.
The rest are change such as 5 yuan, 2 yuan...50 cents.
"Have you figured out how much it is?"
Jian Yuelan couldn't help laughing as she watched him using one hand to stop the cats Daji and the others from making trouble, while with the other hand he was pinching his little fingers quickly like he was performing a ritual.
"No."
The child stopped pinching his fingers, hugged Meimei, took a deep breath, and sighed with his chubby face tilted up, "Mom, I can't count, am I stupid?"
"Who said that our Doudou is the smartest?"
Jian Yuelan leaned over and kissed his chubby little face. "You can't do it because you haven't learned enough numbers, and you haven't mastered the multiplication tables yet. You'll be able to do it once you're familiar with them."
"Then I must study hard and not make the same mistake next time."
"Um."
"Mom, how much is this?!"
"Mom and Grandma, please count."
"good."
Then, the two of them started counting the money. They counted it twice, and when they exchanged the numbers, they all matched.
The old lady swallowed and asked, "Zhizhi, how much are those three custom-made pieces?"
She felt a little nervous because of the large amount of money.
"Three thousand."
Wow, this is a really rich guy.
Spending three thousand to buy three pieces of clothing, no wonder Zhizhi chooses the mid-to-high-end route.
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