Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 431
For the villagers these days, if they had two hundred yuan in savings, it would be a big deal, and it would make all the villagers envious of their existence.

It is estimated that the only one in the village with [-] yuan is the old family.

That's also because Laoshi has a young son who eats commercial food.

Now Mr. Wu actually took [-] yuan and [-] catties of food stamps to buy a tiger as a gift, isn't he a fool?
Regardless of whether Mr. Wu is stupid or not, the villagers are quite satisfied with the price.

The villagers counted a total of [-] households, subtracting one-fifth of the customary distribution to Fubao and the others, and if the rest were distributed to each family according to their account, each family would have three yuan and twenty cents and eight taels of food stamps.

Don't underestimate the three yuan and twenty cents. Some families in the village can't save three yuan and twenty cents all year round.

So everyone was beaming and waiting to share the money and food stamps.

Lao Zhuang is also very satisfied with the price, which is justified wherever it goes.

He said: "If everyone has no objections, let's make a fingerprint in a while, and get the money after the fingerprint is done."

The villagers applauded loudly.

At this time, Mr. Huo came out slowly: "Wait."

The villagers who were full of voices were suddenly quiet, and they looked at Mr. Huo silently.

Mr. Huo smiled and said to Lao Zhuang: "I will pay 1000 yuan plus three hundred catties of food stamps."

Lao Zhuang's heart skipped a beat, and his expression turned a little pale.

He also took care of Mr. Huo.

Why are you holding him back at this time?

But in front of so many people, it's impossible for him to be selfish.

At this time, the villagers were boiling again.

"Oh my God, there are 1000 yuan and 300 taels of food stamps. I have never seen so much money in my life."

"Who says no, after all, people from the capital are rich."

"Village chief, sell the tiger to Mr. Huo. After all, Mr. Huo is also from our village, so you have to sell it to an acquaintance?"

Mr. Huo laughed loudly, and cupped his hands at the villagers: "Thank you very much. Thank you all the villagers for your kindness."

Mr. Wu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "Huo Zhenyuan, what do you mean?"

Mr. Huo said with a smile: "It's not interesting, I just think this tiger looks good, and I like it too."

Mr. Wu snorted, and said to the villagers: "I will offer [-] yuan, and [-] catties of food stamps."

"My mother, Mr. Wu paid [-] yuan and still has [-] catties of food stamps. It's [-] yuan more."

"The people in the city are rich, and they even took out the coffin to eat tiger meat."

"You are stupid. Your family has [-] yuan. That's the coffin book. They took it out without moving or shaking, okay?"

"Village chief, Mr. Wu is a visitor from outside. We are a hospitable village. Sell the tiger to Mr. Wu."

The villagers immediately changed their tone when they saw that Mr. Wu had paid more money and more votes.

Mr. Wu proudly stroked his non-existent beard, and squinted at Mr. Huo.

Mr. Huo was not angry either, he lifted his lips and said, "I will offer [-] yuan and [-] catties of food stamps."

Food stamps are tight these days, and money is relatively better.

So Mr. Huo no longer increased food stamps, but just added money.

For the villagers, money is also very good.

Food stamps are only useful for eating in the city.

Who in the village is okay to go to the city?

Even if I go, I am reluctant to buy food.

The villagers then said to Lao Zhuang: "Village Chief, Mr. Huo is so sincere, we can't let Mr. Huo feel cold, shall we? Sell the tiger to Mr. Huo?"

(End of this chapter)