Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

Fu Bao was a little curious about the shop. For some reason, she always wanted to walk to the inner courtyard.

"Grandma, Fu Bao is thirsty."

"You see, I was so busy that I forgot about everything, and I also forgot to ask you for a drink of water. Why don't you go in by yourselves? There is boiled cold water in the kitchen."

Shopkeeper Liang said apologetically and left. Anyway, there was nothing valuable at home, so there was nothing to worry about.

However, there are many children at home, and Grandma Yan does not let them run around in other people's homes: "You guys guard the door outside to look at the food. Don't run around. Grandma will go in and get you water."

After hearing this, Fu Bao went to hold grandma's hand: "Fu Bao, help grandma."

Pulling her up with her soft little hands, how could Grandma Yan not be willing to do so.

Let Fu Bao pull him towards the backyard, the little baby's eyes looked around with great interest.

This is a very old house, probably for a long time, but it is also a brick house, and it is built much higher than usual houses.

It must have not been repaired for many years, and the walls are dark. There are two towering trees with leafy branches that are hundreds of years old next to the patio, so the light is very dark.

Behind the patio are three main rooms, and two side rooms next to it, but the kitchen that the shopkeeper mentioned was not found.

"Grandma, go back."

Fu Bao pointed to a corner room on the right and ran over.

Grandma was worried and quickly followed her: "Slow down, little ancestor."

The old grandma is superstitious and always worries that something strange will happen in the old house and offends her beloved grandson.

Unexpectedly, the corner room has a back door, which connects to the backyard.

The backyard suddenly opened up. Not only were there several tall osmanthus trees, but there was also a row of spacious houses built in a seven-figure shape, with exactly seven rooms. There were five shorter inverted rooms on the right, one of which happened to be the kitchen.

"Fu Bao, come here, grandma will give you some water."

I poured a bowl of water, but found that Fu Bao didn't follow him into the house.

When I went out, I found Fubao squatting under an osmanthus tree in the yard, looking at something. Except for a circle of hard soil under the osmanthus tree, the rest of the ground was paved with bluestones. I didn't know what to look at.

Grandma Yan picked up the kettle and a bowl and followed her out.

"Fu Bao drinks water first and then plays." He said and drank the half bowl of water in Fu Bao's hand.

"Grandma, there's something down there."

Fu Bao habitually leaned into Grandma Yan's ear and whispered softly. The old woman felt her ears itching and was frightened: she knew the old house was not good, and she had to leave quickly if there was something dirty.

"Don't be afraid, Fu Bao, let's go out."

Even with the kettle, I couldn't hold Fu Bao. I walked a few steps and even Fu Bao couldn't follow me.

"Fu Bao, follow grandma quickly."

"Grandma, there are good things down here."

"nice one?"

Grandma Yan paused and immediately became energetic. She put the kettle and bowl on the ground and said, "Fu Bao can see clearly."

"Yes, grandma, there are two jars down here. There is a lot of silver in the jars, which is the same as the big ingot that dad brought back from the capital."

Then he walked to another tree and said, "There is also a can under here, it's yellow."

Grandma Yan: Oh my god, it can’t be gold, right?

But she can't see it either?

Fu Bao ran to the other two trees and said, "There are many, many big jars here, but they are filled with water."

Grandma Yan thought it must be wine. Rich families used to bury jars of good wine after giving birth to a daughter, and then dig it out to drink when the daughter got married, so it was called "daughter red."

Grandma Yan's feet were a little shaky and she couldn't get up from the flower steps under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. She called Fu Bao over and said, "Don't talk nonsense about Fu Bao."

"Fu Bao just told grandma, and dad didn't say anything either."

Fu Bao answered obediently and gently stroked Grandma's eyebrows with his hand. It took a while for Grandma Yan to calm down.

She took a closer look at the house and found that the blue stones on the floor were all slippery and would slip if it rained. No one believed the house even if it was said to be no more than a hundred years old.

"Grandma, can I buy this house?"

"Does Fu Bao like this house?"

Grandma Yan didn't expect Fu Bao to have such an idea. She was thinking about how to dig for gold and silver.

"This house is good. Third uncle can do business, and second brother and third brother can study in the academy."

Grandma Yan felt distressed and couldn't help but kiss her.

Why are children so honest? From a young age, I knew how to make plans for my family.

"Grandma, dig money to support the family."

In fact, Grandma Yan and Grandpa Yan had already made plans. They couldn't always keep the two thousand five hundred taels of silver in their hands. They had to make money to make money.

It was originally planned to buy two shops for Fubao at the right time, and some land for his dowry, but he had not considered Daqiao Town. He had always thought about Qingliu County and the capital.

But now after listening to Fubao's arrangements, I think I should buy a house in Daqiao Town first. Not only can it solve the problem of the two grandchildren's schooling, but I don't have to worry about the third child running around shopping.

The main thing is that the houses in Daqiao Town are not that expensive, at most they are a little higher than those in the village.

But if the things in the house belong to the shopkeeper, they can't be greedy.

Grandma Yan walked out of the door and asked her grandchildren to pour water for themselves. She also gave Yan Zhenzhen and Dalang a bunch of money each.

"Take Fubao and Sanlang to buy some steamed buns and candied haws. Be careful, don't let Paihuazi take advantage of this, or he'll skin you."

"Why give them so much? Twenty dollars is enough for the steamed buns and candied haws. Be careful not to lose them."

Yan Yongyi had never seen his mother be so generous, so he was shocked: "I'll follow them."

"Okay, just stay still. Da Lang and Zhen Zhen are here. Just buy whatever you like. Don't worry."

After the children left, Grandma Yan asked Yan Yongyi to sit down next to her.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Yan Yongyi was a little puzzled as to why my mother was acting strangely today. She didn't even think of going to the stage to join in the fun.

"Do you think this house is the old house of shopkeeper Liang? Why did you sell it just because you said it was for sale?"

"How is that possible? You think this house is at least a hundred years old. How many hands has it changed hands?