Chapter 230: Why sell at 1.230?

Chapter 230 Selling 1.230?
Wen Ruwan's eyes suppressed a trace of anger, and growled secretly: All the goods with your father are unknown things!
If it weren't for Qiao's wealthy life and food, she wouldn't bother to have her daughter-in-law please his family.
She just didn't want to go back to that broken place in Xicheng to torment!
Qiaomu hugged Xiaoliner and walked in front of him, his corner of his mouth caressing slightly.
As the sun rose, the traffic on the main street began to increase, and many people were rushing towards the Wanhua Square.
"I think Li's flowers outside the competition can come out on top."
"Yes, now those high-profile households are also rushing to participate in this Wanhua Festival. The poor people, we, have no way to go."
"That one hundred pounds of rice, I don't think we'll even think about it."
Everyone whispered, and many sighed.
"Don't worry about it. I heard that there are still two hundred contestants' encouragement prizes. Each one can get a pound of beans."
"However, it depends on the brand number in your hand. It will be counted as soon as we get it. We have to get the cards quickly."
"Ah, that would be nice."
"Right, get the sign quickly. But why did the city owner let the dirty guys in the east and west city come in and still rush to get us the number plate."
Qiao Mu stepped forward to the office that issued the number to the square entrance.
Now that it's out, it's natural to play it out.
The number plate is a thin pair of special small bamboo pieces with a knife engraved on the back.
The queue was very long, but it was released very quickly, and they were lined up shortly after.
Each of Qiaomu's children took a pair with fun, turned it over, and they all lined up to more than 5,000.
"Sister, do you say that I can get a pound of beans?" Qiao Hu talked, and a few adults beside him couldn't help laughing.
"Little brother, it all depends on luck. You said that the whole city participates in this event, and it is estimated that there are tens of thousands of people. It seems that there are quite a few 200 prizes, but it is actually compared with the total number. Ah, the percentage of awards is really not high. "
Qiao Hu nodded, "Uncle you are right, it all depends on your face. I wish I could get that pound of beans!"
"Hi you child, who doesn't want a pound of beans? I want to take that pound of beans!"
"Maybe I'll get it with luck! I'm pale!" Qiao Hu hummed his neck.
Qiao Mu: ... Brother, you are not short of a pound of beans, so you can say that you are so full of expectation, and you have caught up with a stranger ... Seeing that she is inexplicably poor.
Really, taking a bunch of amusement to the streets, I feel so upset!
All kinds of flowers are placed along the street, around the main street to a large circle of the square, crowded with people.
As the flowers watched by people around the noon, they started to vote, and reserved one piece. It is said that the city's main government had a special person to count overnight, and the list of winners' numbers could be announced the next day.
At that time, as long as it is an award-winning, with the number plate left, you can queue up to collect food at the city's main government.
Qiaomu hugged Xiaoliner all the way to watch, and from time to time, he took out his younger sister's little hand "to the second flower".
Suddenly, he stopped and stood in front of a flower pot shaped like a begonia, blinking.
The old man in the flowerpot almost jumped out of joy, "Children, do you like to play cards? Help him get a card!"
It's a pity that it was put up all afternoon, and only a few brands were voted for. The old man was crying. How can he win?
Everyone in the family is waiting for the rice to cook at home.
"Grandpa, do you sell this pot of flowers ... do you sell them?" Qiaomu's little face was expressionless, but those dark eyes were brighter than ever.
(End of this chapter)