Chapter 78: real world

The northern rain frowned and slightly picked, obviously want to eat, why not.
"what happened?"
Xiaozi ink shook his head. "It's too expensive."
Xiaozi ink knows that there are only a dozen plates of copper in his mother's pocket, and he is reluctant.
The northern rain smashed the copper plate of the people in the pocket. It was really not much. Some of them were stretched and they spent two copper plates. There was no big difference.
Bei Yuyu took a small tiger directly from the shelf and handed it to Xiaozi Mo. "How is this?"
"Nanny."
The little boy looked at him.
The north rain took out two pennies and handed it to the vendor.
"Let's go." Bei Yuyu took the kid's ink in one hand.
The kid is holding a sugar man, and there is a sense of unreality.
There have been countless times of fantasies, and I have bought it for myself. Now I have it. This feeling makes him sweet.
He couldn't help but sneak a peek at the North Rain.
It’s good to be a mother now.
The two went straight to the rice shop. Here, rice is eight pounds, one kilogram of white rice, one kilogram of money, one kilogram of glutinous rice, the cheapest one is a kind of brown rice, one penny.
Brown rice is actually not rice, but something like a grain shell. This kind of rice is eaten for livestock, unless the family is really a poor person who does not open the pot to eat this stuff.
This thing eats more, easy to constipation, bleeding.
In memory, the kid ink often eats brown rice, and several times he pulls the bleeding, and the pain is almost lost. The woman of the wood peach, I will ignore it and let him die.
Fortunately, the little son of Mofu was so big that he was not tossed by the woman of the wood peach.
Brown rice is cheaper, she is poorer, and she won’t buy it for the two.
Eighteen texts, except for the sugar man of Xiaozi Mo, two pennies, there are sixteen money.
The rice is too expensive, and it costs more than two pounds. White flour is also expensive, but it is better than rice.
Bei Yuyu touched the copper plate in his pocket, bought four pounds of glutinous rice, spent twelve yuan, and left four yuan. I have food and I have some cabbage.
Chinese cabbage is very cheap, two for one pen, and four for the northern rain, and the rest of the two money, all bought salt.
Now I can say that I am penniless.
"Look at him, the clothes on his body are broken."
"The people in my family are better than this."
When the kid was eating sugar, he heard two little boys dressed in luxury and pointed at him. The kid ink looked at them, and the two little boys looked back at him.
"Look at what it looks like, stinking."
"We are far from him. I heard people say that this kind of poor is called the flower is very dirty, there are fleas and worms."
Xiaozi ink looked at his clothes, full of patches, but not stinking.
"I am not calling Hanako."
The two little boys saw him dare to talk back to them and did not do it.
"Look at the clothes you wear, not what Hanako is."
"I'm not."
"Smelly called Hanako, you go away." One of the little boys went straight up and pushed down the kid ink.
The kid is not prepared, and the man is pushed to the ground.
The northern rain owl heard the movement, came out of the salt shop, and saw the boy ink fell to the ground. In front of him, there were two little boys.
I knew at a glance what happened.
"What are you doing?" North rain screamed.
The two little boys saw the adults appear, and they turned around and ran away.
The north rain rushed down and lifted the buns from the ground. "Is there any injury? Where is the pain?"
In the face of her concern, Xiaozi’s ink shook his head.
"No."
After the north rain squatted up and down, I saw that he was not in serious trouble, and he also let go of his heart.
"Ink, what happened just now?"
Xiaozi ink did not dare to conceal. On the 15th and 10th, he said: "They said that I am called Hanako. I said no. One of them pushed me forward."
Said, said, the head of the kid ink can not be lower.
Will the mother be angry?
Xiaozi Mo has already prepared for being beaten by her mother.