Qiao Yujiao thought that what was going to happen naturally didn't work out, so she said angrily, "Okay, don't regret it. After this incident, don't invite me over in the future."
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Of course not. Don't worry, miss. Goodbye."
After seeing Qiao Yujiao off, the shopkeeper had some snacks packed for them to take away, and welcomed them to come for dinner anytime.
The children didn't like taking a nap, so they put their things back into the carriage and asked the servant to look after them while they went to watch the acrobatics. They hadn't even seen the monkey show yet.
Three people squeezed to the front. The child was small and got in in a few seconds. A little gray monkey was doing somersaults and going through the fire ring. Its agile movements attracted bursts of cheers.
The monkey trainer was a middle-aged man with a ferocious face. The little monkey was already tired, but he still forced him to perform. He held a piece of steamed bun and teased him. The monkey wanted to eat it several times, but he made fun of it every time. The little monkey looked very pitiful.
"My dear friends, at home we rely on our parents, and when we go out we rely on our friends. Please treat us to a meal. I've been hungry for two days and have been relying on the monkey for food. Thank you very much, thank you very much."
The man used the gong as a plate and began to beg for money, one or two cents at a time. Soon he had collected dozens of cents. Some customers did not want to pay and took the opportunity to leave.
This was the money earned from a series of performances, which was not a small amount. The man smiled with satisfaction and said he would get some wine later.
The little monkey was tied with an iron chain. He stretched out his hand to grab the steamed bun, and finally got it in his hand. He hurriedly ate it. The man turned around and noticed it. He quickly pulled out the whip from his waist and hit the monkey: "You stupid monkey, you dare to steal food, you are asking for a beating!"
Zhao Youning couldn't stand it any longer. "Isn't he bullying the monkey? He lets the monkey make money but doesn't give it food. The little monkey is so pitiful."
Zhao Letong was also very angry. This person was so hateful for abusing small animals.
The little monkey held his head, used to being beaten, and held his head to protect himself.
Accidentally seeing Zhao Letong, the man and the monkey looked at each other, and a look of surprise flashed in the little monkey's eyes, as if he felt something different about Zhao Letong.
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