Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Mr. Zheng and the others really had nothing to say about this family. They just hoped that Yang Zhuqing could break out of this indescribable circle.

Everyone chatted for a while and then said goodbye. Miss Xiaocao said to Mr. Zheng, "Wait, my mother will buy an iron pot and make delicious food for grandpa."

"Wait a little longer. I'll send it to Grandpa when I figure out how to make the roast duck."

"Oh, Xiaocao's family doesn't have an iron pot?" asked Mr. Zheng with a smile.

Little Grass Girl raised her chin and said, "Almost, almost, I will convince my mother to buy it."

An iron pot is not cheap, and Li is reluctant to buy it. Xiaocao'er has been begging for permission for several days but has not agreed yet, but she is showing signs of loosening up.

So the little girl looked very proud.

Seeing her like this, Mr. Zheng said, "I just replaced the iron pot in my house yesterday. If you don't mind, you can take it back and see if it can be used."

The little fat boy's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "No, I don't mind, it can be used, thank you grandpa!"

After saying that, she didn't forget to kiss the old man on the face, leaving a saliva mark.

Zheng Huaming and Qi Xingyun were jealous.

Yang Dashan: My girl, we are girls and we can’t kiss outsiders casually. Didn’t I tell you that before?

Mrs. Li: Oh, how dare you ask the gentleman for an iron pan? I didn’t say I didn’t want to buy it, I just wanted to buy it later.

Old Mrs. Yang: Well done, Xiaocao'er. You're really your good grandson. You've saved the family a pot of silver, just like me.

A few boys: Sister, how dare you say that? How did you do it?

Uncle Quan, who had been listening all the way nearby, had someone bring the iron pot.

When everyone looked at it, they were surprised that the pot looked so new, as if it had never been used.

Uncle Quan: It’s been used before, and it’s as new as it can be.

Old Lady Yang asked directly: "Why are you replacing this pot when it's so new?

Uncle Quan: I didn’t replace it, I bought it new, but I dare not tell you.

"I bought the wrong size, so I put it aside. See if your stove is suitable for your home."

Old Lady Yang was not polite. She walked over and stretched out her hands to gesture at the iron pot, and said to Li: "Our stove can hold it. If it can't, we have to build a pile outside. Don't waste it."

Lee agreed: "Yes, yes, it can't be wasted."

One of their main focuses is not to waste, and they never consider that it is not their money that is wasted.

So the family happily took the iron pot home.

Well, when we went out, there were three adults and five children. When we went back, there were also three adults, four children and an iron pot. Da Mao changed to an iron pot.

Everyone agreed with this.

The days go on.

Damao and Yang Bailin followed Mr. Zheng to the provincial capital again.

At noon the day before going to the provincial capital, Damao came back to pack his things and went to the village chief's house to call Yang Bailin.

When they came back, they planned to set out from the village early tomorrow morning, meet up with Mr. Zheng first, and then travel together in Mr. Zheng's carriage.

Now Mr. Zheng asked us to go to his house in the afternoon and stay overnight, so we don't need to be in a hurry to leave the next day.

When the village chief saw Damao coming, he quickly told his eldest grandson.

"Grandpa village chief, I'm here to tell Brother Berlin that the gentleman said that we can stay in the county town for one night today and leave from the county town tomorrow without having to rush." Damao directly explained his purpose to everyone.

Village chief: "Will it bother you if I stay at your place tonight?"

Yang Bailin also meant this: "Yes, will this disturb Master Zheng? We can go out earlier tomorrow."

Da Mao: "I won't bother you. Sir, it's what you suggested. I don't know if Brother Berlin has packed everything. If he has, we will set off soon.

Master Zheng proposed it? No, before, Da Mao always called him Master Zheng like them, why is he called Mr. now?

Yang Bolin pulled Damao into the room, closed the door and asked directly: "Did something happen?

Da Mao touched the back of his head and said: A few days ago, I became Zheng Fuzi's disciple.

When Yang Bailin heard this, he was filled with envy: "Congratulations on catching the eye of Master Zheng. I will often ask you for advice in the future.

Damao glanced at Yang Bailin and was relieved to see that he did not look unhappy but looked happy.

In fact, Damao was afraid that Yang Bailin would be unhappy. After all, Yang Bailin entered school before him, and his family situation was much better than Yang Dashan's. His knowledge was also considered good in the private school.

Now that Da Mao has surpassed him and has been accepted as a disciple by Master Zheng, he must feel uncomfortable when compared to others.

I have to say that Yang Bailin is a broad-minded person. Just look at what he said to the village chief before.

Now that he knew that Damao had become Master Zheng's disciple, he told the village chief again what he should pay attention to.

"Grandpa, Damao just said that he has accepted Master Zheng as his master. From now on, Damao's family will be tied to Master Zheng and his family. Master Zheng is not an ordinary person, and the Qi Dong family who came with them are probably even more extraordinary."

"In the future, villagers should be more disciplined and think twice before doing anything. They must not drag their feet. Regardless of whether the student can pass the exam this time, Damao will definitely take the imperial examination in the future."

"I am also going to take the imperial examination. I can also benefit from Damao's apprenticeship to Master Zheng. We are close to Uncle Dashan's family. For this reason, Master Zheng will give me more guidance.

"If there's any problem at Uncle Dashan's house, Grandpa can keep an eye on it. Wouldn't it be best if we can advance and retreat together?

The village chief sighed that the Dashan family was really lucky, and also sighed that his grandson had a long-term vision. "