Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 432
Mr. Wu was in a hurry, and he called out the price directly: "One thousand and five hundred yuan, three hundred catties of food stamps."

After hearing this, the villagers said to Lao Zhuang: "Village Chief, we see that Mr. Wu is also very sincere, so let's sell the tiger to Mr. Wu!"

The old man with a livid face scolded the villagers: "Shut up!"

What do you think you have no points?Why are you talking so nicely?Are you kidding yourself?
"One thousand six hundred yuan, three hundred catties of food stamps."

"One thousand seven hundred yuan, three hundred catties of food stamps."

"Eighteen hundred yuan, three hundred catties of food stamps."

Mr. Wu and Mr. Huo, you come and go, no one will let anyone else.

The villagers didn't need Lao Zhuang to say anything at this time, and they stopped talking.

Who knows who will win in the end?
The heads of the villagers turned to the right to look at Mr. Wu for a while, and then turned to the left to look at Mr. Huo.

Neatly like shouting passwords.

Seeing that Mr. Huo got 2000 yuan and [-] catties of food stamps, Fubao couldn't calm down.

She said in a milky voice: "Grandpa Wu, Grandpa Huo, can I ask, what exactly are you buying this big tiger for?"

The two old men glanced at each other and said in unison: "Send you off"!
Villager: ...

Old Zhuang: ...

Damn, you've been doing this for a long time just to buy it and give it to Fu Bao?
Then why fight?
Did you burn too much money?
In the end, while despising the two old men who were rich and stupid, the villagers happily counted their money and went home.

Mr. Huo hurriedly ran to Fu Bao: "Fu Bao, do you like the big tiger that Mr. Huo gave you?"

Fu Bao didn't speak yet.

Mo Junying directly took Mr. Huo's hand, and put a note in Mr. Huo's hand.

Mr. Huo was taken aback: "Boy Mo, what do you mean?"

Mo Junying said with a dark face: "I will buy whatever my family Fubao wants, and you don't need your old man. This is an IOU. I will return the money and food stamps to you in a few days."

"No, boy Mo, who agreed to sell the tiger to you? This is a gift I bought for Fu Bao... Uh... brat, don't go! I didn't agree..."

Grandpa Huo looked at Mo Junying who was carrying Fubao away, and stomped his feet angrily.

Mr. Wu burst out laughing.

"Old Wu, what are you laughing at?" Mr. Huo glared at Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu snorted, "What's the matter? I can't even laugh anymore? You still want to bring your domineering style in the Northwest to your hometown? Tell you, I don't want to follow your style. I'm not the Northwest Army now. Come on, I’m going to Fu Bao’s house to eat tiger meat.”

Mr. Wu led Wu Jin happily to Shui's house.

Huo Yuting looked at Mr. Huo: "Grandpa, shall we go to Shui's house too?"

Mr. Huo stared: "Go! Of course! Why don't you go? Why do you let Old Wu eat for free? We want to eat together! Let's go, let's go to Shui's house to eat tiger meat."

Huo Yuting reminded: "Grandpa, aren't you afraid that you will be kicked out by the Shui family? If it weren't for you, Mo Junying could have bought the tiger with [-] yuan and [-] catties of food stamps, and now he pays [-] yuan more. , one hundred catties of food stamps."

Mr. Huo felt guilty for a moment, and then he said forcefully: "I haven't blamed him for forcing the purchase. He still has the nerve to blame me for raising the price? Let's go, eat meat!"

When Mr. Huo arrived at Shui's house, all the boys from Shui's house surrounded the big tiger to watch.

Don't look at the boys in the village who are out in the wild every day, but they have never seen a tiger.

At this time, a timid voice asked: "Grandpa Wu, can I pet this tiger?"

(End of this chapter)