The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 214 My Brother Woo's Family Isn't Selling!

The rich and powerful have no interest in the complaints of ordinary diners.

Lamb soup is delicious and nourishing.

They wish they could eat one meal early and then have another one at night.

How could I get tired of it after only three days?

So he simply found a large mansion to live in.

Unlike Huaiqing Prefecture, the border town did not have as many places for them to eat, drink, and have fun.

I visited the whole place in one day.

With nothing to do, they would go for a horse ride in front of No. 36 courtyard every day.

I heard that the man surnamed Zuo was seriously injured while killing the Tatars and has been recuperating at home ever since.

They didn't want to presume to visit and get to know the person before they had even met them.

They dreamed of a chance encounter outside the courtyard gate with a timely rain, a jade-faced Rakshasa who brings good fortune.

Unfortunately, Gan Minglan spent most of her time working in the valley pastures of Junma Mountain, leaving early and returning home at unpredictable times.

The playboys came up empty-handed for three consecutive days.

Finally, on this morning, a short, chubby baby came out of the courtyard gate.

The chubby baby had a pair of bright, clear eyes, a round head, and a round face.

Her skin was so white and tender, it made me want to pinch it.

Isn't this the kind of lucky, adorable little guy that grandmothers love most?

What attracts the spoiled brats is not the child's handsome appearance, but the marmot that follows the child!
This is too big and too white!
If you peel off the skin, you could make a leather coat.

With such superior rat fur, who wouldn't be tempted?

Immediately, a baby-faced playboy dismounted and approached the chubby boy with a beaming smile, trying to ingratiate himself with him.

"Wow, kid, you actually keep prairie dogs as pets? Aren't you afraid they'll run away if you let them out like that? They're so cute!"

Since acknowledging Ah Tu as his elder brother, Fatty is no longer subject to curfew.

During the day, as long as I take my older brother out with me, my family won't object.

With his older brother by his side, he was the most popular kid in the entire border town.

The little guy is very popular lately.

The children of the military households treated him with great courtesy, naturally unaware of the wickedness in people's hearts.

He was even happier than his older brother when he heard outsiders compliment his brother's good looks.

With her little neck craned back, she proudly introduced herself to a group of older brothers: "This is my eldest brother! I'm the second oldest, and Yuanyuan is the youngest sister! We are the three siblings, Tufeiyuan!"

Upon hearing this, the playboys on horseback laughed so hard they almost fell off their horses.

"Pfft!"

"Hahaha, the three chubby siblings, what the hell are the three chubby siblings?!"

"Oh my, my stomach hurts from laughing so much! Is this kid an idiot? He's actually befriending a marmot!"

"Such a stupid kid can't possibly be the child of a great beauty! Didn't we find out that three families live in this No. 36 courtyard, and each family has a child?"

Zhao Rui: "." This is the kind of son he idealized, but unfortunately, he's an idiot!
Fatty was very puzzled. Why did those older brothers on horseback look like they were about to die laughing?
He didn't understand, and he didn't want to pay attention.

I plan to go with my older brother to find the group of friends from yesterday, as originally intended.

If you see a child, you should run away.

Another playboy rode up and blocked Fatty's path, pulling a small silver ingot weighing two ounces from his pocket and bending down to hand it to him.
"Little boy, how about I trade this gold ingot for your older brother? With this gold ingot, you can buy several sheep! With sheep, your family's life will be much better."

The spoiled brats were no strangers to the lives of children from military households.

Almost every household would entrust the task of herding sheep to a child of this age. He thought no child in the border town would resist such a great temptation.

Unexpectedly, the chubby boy's eyes widened, his face puffed up like a bun with anger, and he shouted loudly, "My brother here won't sell!"

My mother would bring ten sheep back every day and take them to my maternal grandfather's mutton restaurant to be slaughtered and sold.

How many sheep could he possibly want?

But the spoiled brats selectively ignore what the children say.

Then the wise one spoke up:
"Feng Si, are you stupid? How could a child this young have ever seen a gold ingot! Have the servants empty all the copper coins from their purses into his hands. Even the dumbest kid would know to exchange copper coins for candy."

"Brother Chai, you're really sharp! We miscalculated. If we had known we'd run into kids, we should have brought a big bag of maltose. Maybe maltose is more useful than coins here!"

The seven or eight errand boys quickly gathered five or six hundred copper coins and put them into a heavy, bulging purse.

The baby-faced playboy, brimming with confidence, handed his purse to the fat man on horseback.

"Kid, this big bag of copper coins should be enough to buy you, Brother Rat, right? If you can't make the decision, you can call your father or mother!"

Little did the spoiled brats know.

Whether it's a gold ingot or a copper coin.

In the eyes of a child who has just turned five, nothing is as precious as a few hairs on his older brother's head.

In spring, marmots begin to shed their winter fur.

Fatty's favorite chore every day is helping his older brother groom his fur.

The little guy collects all the silvery fur that he combs down.

His father made calligraphy brushes from these hairs, and they were really good.

He had previously given away several Big Brother brand calligraphy brushes to his friends, and they were practically snatched up by everyone.

So, what makes them think they would sell out their elder brother?
Fatty was very angry that the adults couldn't understand the children's words.

He slapped away the purse offered to him, tilted his head back, put his hands on his hips, and said domineeringly, "If you want it, go find it yourself, brother. King A-Tu is from Suwo's ​​family, and he doesn't sell any money!"

The little guy's paws are quite heavy.

He delivered a resounding slap.

The baby-faced playboy who handed over the purse immediately objected, jumping up and down and cursing:
"You brat, I've decided to talk to you properly because you're good-looking. You'll have to sell today, whether you like it or not!"
Once I get my hands on this marmot, I'll have someone skin it and eat its meat! This marmot is so fat, the meat we get from skinning it will weigh at least ten pounds!

"Ang should be roasted, boiled, or stewed."

Skinning and eating the meat?

Fatty was stunned!

Someone actually wants to eat his older brother!
There were a dozen or twenty villains who were much taller than him. He looked down at his own fleshy paws.

Waaaaah, he definitely can't beat me.

The little guy was a little scared, so he forcibly hugged his older brother and gave a warning in a cute but fierce way:

"My mom hits really hard!"

If Gan Minglan threatened to skin him alive and eat him, King Atu might tremble with fear.

It had no fear whatsoever of those dozen or so two-legged beasts that couldn't withstand a single claw from it.

But he saw that his younger brother was almost crying from fright.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

King Atu was displeased.

It made a very fierce gesture, baring its teeth at the spoiled brats, and constantly uttering warning sounds:

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak. Squeak squeak squeak."

(End of this chapter)