Early in the morning on New Year's Day, Chen Xingling was awakened by his son's loud voice.
"Mom! Dad! All my red envelope money is gone!"
Gu Qi washed his face in the enamel basin and lowered his voice: "Be quiet, mom is still sleeping."
Little Tiger complained: "Dad, all the red envelopes are gone. The money is gone, but I still want to buy candy figures to eat."
Gu Qi washed his face and asked calmly, "You got two red envelopes last night, and you spent them all in one trip?"
The little guy nodded: "No more."
Gu Qi stood straight and said calmly, "Since you don't have money, you can't buy the candy man. You spent the money yourself, and if you want to spend it but can't, you can only bear it."
When Xiao Huzi heard this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"I... I only had three taels of silver. My uncle gave me two taels, and my grandmother gave me one tael. I bought a candied haws and a candy man, and also a small ball... and that was it."
Gu Qi opened the rear window and hung the towel outside to dry.
"If you don't have money anymore, you can only buy it later when you have money."
The little fellow followed behind him, looking at Gu Qi with his round head raised and grinning ingratiatingly.
"Dad, grandma said you have so much money. Can you give me some?"
Gu Qi glanced at him and shook his head calmly: "No."
Little Tiger's smile collapsed instantly, and he pouted and asked, "Why? You have money! Just give me a little bit! I want to buy another candy man, it only costs - only five cents."
Gu Qi said calmly: "Eating too much sugar is bad for your teeth."
The little guy felt very aggrieved and muttered, "No one sells candy at ordinary times... Uncle said it's only available during the Chinese New Year. If you don't have money, the candy will be gone soon."
Gu Qi nodded: "About three days left. Usually no one sells it after the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. If you want to buy it later, you can only wait until the temple fair to buy it."
"Today is the first day of the new year." Little Tiger stretched out his little hand, counted carefully one by one, and soon raised his little face: "Dad, you are wrong! There should be four more days."
Gu Qi looked at his chubby little fingers and smiled.
"Because we have to take the train to Yucheng on the morning of the fourth day of the New Year, you only have today, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow - three days."
I didn’t expect that my little son actually knew how to count. Although he used the most “primitive” and cute method, it was quite difficult for a child of his age.
"You can count now? Who taught you?"
The little guy shook his chubby hands and answered, "Mom."
Gu Qi raised his eyebrows, not surprised.
"How do you count? One to ten?"
Little Tiger replied: "My fingers just held out ten. Later, my uncle asked me how to count eleven with my hands, and I - I - I stretched out both hands, and there was one more!"
Gu Qi looked at his seriousness as he spoke and demonstrated, and smiled softly.
"Yinmo, can you simply reduce it?"
Little Tiger rolled his eyes and asked curiously, "What is reduction?"
Gu Qi closed the rear window, thinking that he was still too young, and said nonchalantly: "When you grow up, you will learn it after you go to school. Go play, don't disturb your mother's sleep."
"I know!" The little guy raised his hands and jumped excitedly: "Dad, I know how to do subtraction! I know! I count the chickens in the backyard every day. Two go over there, and two more make four! There are three roosters and thirteen hens, so together they make fifteen! Mom said that the ones that are added together are the number. Three hens hide to lay eggs, and there are only ten left. Mom said that the ones that are missing - that is - that is the number of subtraction!"
Gu Qi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stared at the little kid in front of him with some disbelief.
He didn't interact with many children. Occasionally, children from his class would come to the office to play. Some of them, who were seven or eight years old, couldn't even count, and it seemed that none of them were as smart as Gu Yinmo.
At this time, a slightly proud voice sounded: "Not bad! You are worthy of being my smart son!"
Little Tiger turned his head in surprise, then jumped forward and lay down on the edge of the bed.
"Mom, are you awake? Mom, give me some money. I want to buy some candy!"
Chen Xingling looked at the handsome little face that looked like Gu Qi, and felt secretly relieved.
The reasons why Gu Yinmo in the book eventually became the villain are complicated, but he did not become bad overnight.
In addition, he is by no means a villain who has no merits. On the contrary, his achievements are too numerous to mention!
With his handsome face, tall and strong body, and outstanding appearance, he has charmed many girls. In particular, his economic mind, which is very good at doing business, has made many gangsters worship him as their boss, and also made Qin Tiantian sincerely accept him and pamper him.
When she was free, she counted chickens with him, casually talked about addition and subtraction, gave simple demonstrations and examples two or three times, and then walked away.
I didn't expect that the little guy actually remembered them all, and he could even draw inferences from what he learned and tell Gu Qi about it!
As expected of the son of a science genius, he has perfectly inherited his father’s excellent genes!
It's just a lesson for such a capable kid, never be careless, if his moral character and legal awareness are not up to standard, he will definitely become a dangerous substance to the society in the future, like Gu Yinmo in the original book.
Chen Xingling shook his head and refused, saying, "You can't spend money recklessly like this. You spent two taels of silver in one go last night, and you want to continue shopping today! Son, spending money is addictive, and you can't stop yourself a little bit."
The little guy said in a wronged tone, "Give me two more. There are so many things to eat on the street! Dad said we only have three days to stay here, and I won't be able to eat anymore."
"Who said that?" Chen Xingling stretched lazily, sat up and put on his coat. "There are a lot of snacks to buy in Yucheng, and the places and hours of sale are fixed. Uh - you can buy them whenever you want."
Xiao Huzi's eyes suddenly lit up and he longed for Yucheng even more.
"Mom, but I...I still want to eat the candy man. I can't wait any longer!"
Chen Xingling chuckled: "Answer me a few questions first."
"Tsk!" The little guy nodded hurriedly.
Chen Xingling asked seriously: "Do you know where money comes from? Do you know how much you can buy with the two taels of silver you spent last night?"
Little Tiger thought for a moment and answered, "Tanghulu, sugar figurines, and small balls."
Chen Xingling shook his head: "Two cents can buy a meal and a dish, enough for one person to have a full meal. Last time, the girl said she wanted two cents to buy a piece of rice cake, but her grandmother refused to pay for her. Do you know how many rice cakes you can buy with two cents?"
The little fellow buried his head, tapped his fingers here and there for a while, then shook his head in embarrassment.
"Mom, I...can't figure it out."
Chen Xingling was not surprised and raised his hands.
"Two taels of silver can buy ten pieces of millet cake."
Little Tiger suddenly exclaimed "Wow!" and stared in surprise: "How many!"
Chen Xingling snorted, "You know more, don't you? Remember, two taels of silver is not a small amount of money. You can't get two or three small red envelopes in a whole year. You received two last night, and you spent them all in one go, and then you had no money left. Now you see the sugar figurine you like, but you don't have the money to buy it. Do you regret it?"
"Yeah." The little guy pouted and nodded.
Chen Xingling said: "If you want to buy it, unless you can make money yourself, you can only wait and wait until the next Spring Festival when you receive red envelopes, then you will have money again."
The little guy thought about it and couldn't help asking: "How long will it take for the next Chinese New Year?"
"Wait for three hundred and sixty-five days." Chen Xingling gestured with his hands: "Ten times with ten fingers is one hundred, three hundred requires thirty times. How long will it take? Try gesturing more than thirty times to see how long it will take."
"...It's been too long." Little Tiger shook his chubby hands helplessly and almost cried.
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