Chapter 85: real world

"Nanny."
The kid ink stretched out his hand to take over the things in her hand, and the north rain gave him a small sample of things, and the rest carried it.
When I got home, Bei Yuyu placed white flour and rice in the rice tank. Four pieces of cloth were placed in the room, and the rest of the dishes and meat were taken to the kitchen.
Xiaozi ink looks at this kind of thing, very surprised.
Is there no money at home? !
"What are you thinking about?" North Rain licked and touched the little guy's small head and asked.
"Mother, isn't there a silver at home?" After the question, Xiaozi Mo reacted and asked questions he should not ask.
His neck shrank, his head lowered, and he didn't dare to look at her.
"Mother, sold a little, earned some money. After the spring, the mother sent you to the school." North Yu Yan said slowly.
Xiaozi’s eyes raised with horror, his eyes were full of incredible colors, and he murmured:
Mother, do you want to send me to study?

"Yes indeed."
After the kid’s surprise, he immediately felt that it was not right. Nono’s said:
Mother, reading is expensive.

This kid is now starting to worry about money.
"Don't worry, mother will earn."
Xiaozi ink looks at the mother, and there is a feeling of unreality. It’s incredible that the girl actually sent him to school.
In the evening, Bei Yuyu steamed a pot of rice with fresh rice, then burned a plate of braised pork, and fried a plate of green vegetables, two dishes, enough for them to eat.
The kid ink holds the fragrant white rice, and the small eyes of Wu slip are so stunned.
Bei Yuyi saw the sadness in the eyes of the little guy at a glance, as if holding a Jinshan Yinshan in front of him. This is just a bowl of ordinary white rice that can no longer be used. The little guy is reluctant to eat, swaying his nose and smelling the smell of rice.
Looking at him like that, watching the rain in the north of the rain, there is a burst of sourness.
In memory, Xiaozi ink has never eaten a white rice, and the best food is glutinous rice porridge. Here, in the kid ink, what is the taste of white rice, which can only be tasted in a dream.
Not to mention the meat of braised pork. After the autumn harvest, the peach of the wood has gotten money and will make a delicious meal. There is a meat dish inside.
When Xiaozi ink was still three years old, he smelled the meat, and he couldn’t do it. He ate a piece. I didn't want to be caught by the original master wood peach, in exchange for a beating.
He can live to the present under the abuse of the peach, and has to say that it is the curtain of heaven.
"Ink, rice is used for eating, not for smelling."
The kid inked his head and looked at his mother. The mother was really different. It was good for him.
The northern rain smashed a large piece of meat and put it in his bowl. "Hurry up and eat, if it's cold, it's not good."
The kid inked the rice in the bowl and only felt sour.
" Eat more meat."
When he saw him in the north, he only ate his head and ate, and put a few pieces of meat in his bowl.
The kid inked a piece of meat and placed it in the bowl of the north rain. "Mother, you eat too."
The life in the village is very calm. With five or two silver coins, she and Xiaozi Mo can be used for the spring of next year, and there is nothing extra.
In the past few days, Bei Yuyu helped Xiaozi ink to make a dress and changed it all from the inside out. Time has passed quickly, and it has been seven days since I returned to the real world.
She has to do the task.
The soul fusion fluid is only for a period of one month, and the remaining twenty days can guarantee the progress of the completion of a task.