The steamed buns at Huajia are made by Li.

Mrs. Wen originally wanted to help, but Mrs. Hua unexpectedly said, "You are still in confinement, go and rest."

Mrs. Wen was really flattered.

I was stunned for a moment, feeling that what the old lady said was not true, so I didn't dare to say a word and reached out to help, but was turned away by the old lady.

"Looking at how sick you are, go and have a rest quickly and don't make trouble here."

The tone is not good, but the meaning doesn't seem to be bad...

Hua Xiaonian has never eaten steamed buns made by Wen's.

But the steamed buns made by Mr. Li are sweeter and softer than those made by the fat monk chef in the temple.

She just ate the steamed buns and liked them.

After dinner, Hua and his family were ready to rest.

Mrs. Hua built a big fire in the middle to keep warm, and gathered Wen and the others.

It is said that Hua Jikuan was called by the village chief to keep vigil at night. It would be warmer for their female relatives to be close to each other, and it would be easier for them to take care of him when they got up at night.

Mrs. Wen looked at the warm fire in the middle and remembered her little daughter who was shivering from the cold last night, so she did not refuse.

Hua Xiaonian still didn't want to sleep with them.

However, she can rest on the tree next to Donor Wen. The trees are all the same anyway, so any tree is fine for her.

The night is getting darker.

If you think the little nun really knows how to sleep well, then you are simply naive. She still has a lot of money that she has not yet counted.

Whether it's for people, things, or money...

The little nun always takes it seriously!

So, if you can’t count how much money you made today...

She can't sleep!

When Wen and the others fell asleep, she quietly left.

Counting money cannot be discovered by outsiders. She has to find a place where there are few people but not too far away from Donor Wen.

Do you still remember the way Donor Wen looked for her last night...

She was not afraid that Donor Wen would be worried about her, but she felt that if Donor Wen got up to look for her again like he did last night...

But if she was too far away and couldn't hear her, then Almsgiver Wen would definitely have to shout...

By then, wouldn’t her money have to be seen by others?

Don’t leak money to others!!

It must not be seen!!

There are more than fifty households in Xingshan Village, which means about 200 people. Everyone gathers around an open space to rest.

Hua Xiaonian felt that she couldn't count money where they gathered, so she went to an open space at the edge.

There are few people here and it is not far from the villagers.

She jumped up to a thick tree nearby.

Although the big trees in winter are not covered by leaves, they are still at a high place. Even if someone passes by, they rarely look up. It is safer!

Then, she found a comfortable sitting position to make sure that she would not drop any coins due to her uncomfortable sitting position when counting money...

Only then did I take out all the money.

The little nun is very serious about her work.

She put all the day's money into the same cloth bag and found a few small wooden boxes from the space that she had checked repeatedly and had no holes.

Then he sorted the copper coins, copper plates, broken silver, etc. in the bag into different small wooden boxes, and finally started counting the money.

Copper coins: 30037

Copper plate: 20,000 pieces

Broken silver...

The little nun weighed the broken silver very seriously and found that there were more than 100 taels.

She was not sure about the exact weight. When she got to the county seat, she bought a scale and came back to weigh it to find out how much it was.

Copper plates and coins are accurate, the total is...

The little nun took out an abacus from the space and dug through it carefully. The total was: 230 taels and 37 copper coins.

After finding this amount of money, the little nun immediately became excited.

When she was in the temple, she often saw donors giving the abbot money for sesame oil, but it was only dozens of copper plates or a few pieces of silver.

Not to mention 200 taels, not even 10 taels!

And she earned several hundred taels just after she came down the mountain.

When she came down the mountain, the abbot said that her future fortune would be greater than that of her master!

really...

The little nun suddenly floated!!

Leaning against the tree trunk, she laughed for a long time...

Then put different coins into different cloth bags, tie them tightly with ropes, and put them back into the space.

When you are in a good mood, you should drink some wine.

I remember that every time Master was happy, he would drink secretly in the back mountain. The little nun successfully captured all the essence of Master!

Imitate the way Master drinks...

His small body leans on the tree trunk, his left leg is bent up and stepped on the branch, his right leg is lazily hanging, and his little head is slightly raised...

The small drink in your hand can be poured into your mouth.

The little nun learned the lesson well, but she seemed a little hasty when pouring the wine into her mouth, and she accidentally choked herself.

I stood up suddenly and coughed desperately...

It took a while before she felt better.

There was still a burning taste of wine in her mouth, and the little nun burped uncontrollably~

The smell of the burps is mixed with the smell of alcohol, but it's not the fragrant peach blossom stuffed wine. It seems... it doesn't smell very good, you dumb!

He fanned his mouth with his little hand...

I don’t know whether she was disgusted by the smell of alcohol around her or by the smell of her breath, but the little nun almost rolled her eyes!

I can't drink this wine tonight.

The little nun yawned and prepared to go back to sleep.

As soon as she jumped down from the tree, a fragrant smell wafted into her nose.

It looks like... roasted sweet potatoes?!

When she was in the mountains, if the food cooked by the fat monk's chef was not delicious, the master would take her to the back mountain to bake sweet potatoes.

Although she can't bake, she can eat!

The little nun grew up in the mountains, and the staple food she ate was steamed buns, rice, noodles, pancakes, and roasted sweet potatoes.

Most girls like sweet things.

The little nun is one of them.

Following the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, she automatically filtered out the idea of ​​"going back to bed" and walked straight to where the sweet potatoes were.

The distance is not far either.

It was just a few dozen meters further away from the tree where she was counting the money.

The person roasting sweet potatoes is an acquaintance.

Little blind man?!

Shao Jingheng was sitting on a big rock, with a small fire burning in front of him. Thick branches were set up on both sides of the fire to support the roasted sweet potatoes in the middle.

The sweet potatoes are almost ripe and have a strong fragrance.

Because he cannot see with his eyes, after each roasting period, Shao Jingheng would lift up the branch with the sweet potatoes and pinch them with his hands.

Sweet potatoes are very hot and he gets burned every time.

But after being burned, he didn't quickly withdraw his hand and shake it to cool down like an ordinary teenager would. He just paused and raised his hand.

The little nun didn't care about these details.

Her big, bright eyes were fixedly staring at the roasted sweet potatoes.
To be continued...