Chapter 531：

"Yes." Cheng Mao gave a military salute with a smile.

"Playing treasures." Taro couldn't laugh or cry, put on shoes and left home.

KOKOKO...

Cheng Mao yawned and raised his hand to knock on the door of his daughter's bedroom.

He yelled in a long tone: "Smile, get up for breakfast, it's time to go to school."

"I see..." Cheng Xiao's vague voice came from the bedroom.

"Hurry up, I have to go to the big market." Cheng Mao reached out and knocked on the door again.

"Okay..." Cheng Xiao's reply was weak, obviously still in a trap.

Cheng Mao turned around and went to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he also washed his head.

When he packed up and returned to the living room, the door of his daughter's room was still closed.

"Could it be that you haven't gotten up yet?" Cheng Mao suddenly felt his head big.

咚咚咚～～～

Outside the house, a melodious bell rang.

Cheng Mao listened, the bell rang eight times.

"It's eight o'clock, I'm going to be late." His voice raised an octave.

crunch...

The next moment, the door was suddenly opened from inside.

"It's late, it's going to be miserable!" Cheng Xiao ran out of the room with his hair like a chicken coop.

She pulled a pretty face, and said quietly: "Father, why don't you ask me to get up?"

"My voice is almost hoarse, you just won't come out." Cheng Mao said helplessly.

He urged softly: "Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Xiao ran into the bathroom. It only took a minute to wash his face and brush his teeth.

She stroked her hair with her wet hands, letting the ribbed hair go down.

She came to the dining table, reached out and picked up the wheat pancakes on the plate, and walked out while eating.

"Let's go." Cheng Mao pushed her daughter out of the house, locked the door and hurried downstairs.

He took out the bicycle from the stairs, straddled it and patted the back seat: "Come on."

"Hmm..."

Cheng laughed and bit the pancake, straddling the back seat of the bicycle skillfully.

Cheng Spear pedaled and the bicycle drove forward. As the movement of his feet accelerated, the bicycle became faster and faster.

"Father, hurry up, you will be late." Cheng Xiao urged.

Cheng Mao said with a stern face: "No, this is fast enough, and it will affect the order of the outer city soon."

He is the sheriff, and he must abide by the Xuanwu City regulations.

"Okay." Cheng Xiaodi pulled his head.

"Sergeant Cheng, it's your turn to send Xiaoxiao to school today." People greeted him constantly along the way.

"Yes." Cheng Mao could only respond hastily.

More than ten minutes later, the bicycle stopped at the school gate.

Cheng Xiao hurriedly got off the back seat of the bicycle, and shouted as he ran: "Father, you can go back."

Cheng Mao waved his hand and exhorted: "Remember to listen to the young host at school, don't be naughty, I will pick you up later."

"I got it." Cheng smiled without answering.

"Oh, this character doesn't know who will follow..." Cheng Mao sighed and muttered.

He watched his daughter run wild and rushed into the teaching building, before turning around the car safely and heading for the big market.

Fifteen minutes later.

Cheng Mao slowly approached the big market on his bicycle.

He parked his bicycle and walked into the big market.

The big market is very lively, and there are many people around every counter.

"Buy a cabbage first." Cheng Mao went straight to the counter selling green vegetables.

"Hello, I want a Chinese cabbage."

"I want a catty of sweet potatoes"

"I want three catties of tomatoes..."

There were many people in front of the counter selling green vegetables. There were three floors inside and three floors outside, and Cheng Mao couldn't even get in.

"Why are there so many people today?" Cheng Mao felt his head big.

"Sergeant Cheng, it's your turn to go out to buy groceries today." Someone who knew Cheng Mao greeted warmly.

"Yes, I will rest today." Cheng Mao answered casually.

He turned around and asked, "By the way, why are so many people buying green vegetables today?"

Passing acquaintances showed their eyes and worshiped: "The Lord of the City is generous. The price of tomatoes has been reduced from today. You can buy a catty of tomatoes for five cents."

"You can buy a catty of tomatoes with just five corners!" Cheng Mao's eyes lit up.

"Yes, there is no limit on purchases." The passerby said with a smile.

Cheng Mao's eyes lit up, and he decided to say: "Then buy more."

When there were few people, he started to squeeze I in.

"I want four catties of tomatoes." Cheng Mao exclaimed.

"Okay." The staff glanced at Cheng Mao.

He picked up four bags of tomatoes weighed on the side in advance, adding up to exactly four catties.

"Here." Cheng Mao handed out the Binary Xuanwu Coin, and reached out to take the four paper bags from the staff.

"They are all fresh, and the taro must be very happy to come back." He was in a good mood.

670　　 He bought another five catties of sweet potatoes and three catties of cabbage before leaving the counter satisfied.

Cheng Mao circled the big market and bought two catties of fluffy rabbit meat before leaving the big market and riding a bicycle back home.

Time passed, and it was getting dark.

Taro returned home after work.

"Brother Cheng, I'm back." Yuzi put down the bag in his hand and shouted to the room.

Quiet, no one answered her.

"Are you going to pick up and laugh?" Yuzi murmured and opened the door of the room. Cheng Mao and Cheng Xiao were not at home.

She didn't think much, she went to the kitchen and frowned when she saw the four bags of tomatoes piled on the control table.

"Why did Brother Cheng buy so many tomatoes?" Taro scowled.

crunch...

The door was pushed open.

"I'm back." Cheng Mao and Cheng Xiao's voice sounded.

Taro walked out of the kitchen and asked with a serious face: "Brother Cheng, why do you buy so many tomatoes?"

"Uh, tomatoes are half price, so I bought two catties more." Cheng Mao responded with a smile.

"Eh, half price for tomatoes?" The taro's beautiful eyes were round.

"Yes, it's half the price like sweet potatoes." Cheng Mao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his wife was not angry anymore.

"Half price, then you should buy more." Taro said with regret.

"..." Cheng Mao twitched the corner of his mouth.

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窸窸窣......

In the study, Mu Liang is writing a new script.

Before arriving in the next big city, there is enough time for people to rehearse the new drama.

"Muliang." The study door was pushed open, and Liyue walked into the study.

Muliang's hand, the charcoal pencil accidentally broke a section, leaving a three-centimeter-long scratch on the paper.

He dropped the charcoal pencil, raised his eyes and asked in a gentle voice, "Isn't it a day off today? Don't you go out for shopping?"

Liyue's silver-white eyes flashed, her eyes dodged and whispered: "I don't know where to go alone, I can only come to you."

"Then sit down and work with me." Mu Liang said with a gentle smile.

"Ok."

Liyue sat next to Mu Liang, her eyes falling on the table, and then reached out and picked up the broken charcoal pencil.

"I'll sharpen the pen for you." She picked up the knife in the pen holder and gently sharpened the tip of the charcoal pen.

"Charcoal pens are really hard to use." Mu Liang sighed.

He missed the ballpoint pens and fountain pens of the previous life earth, and the ease of use was one hundred streets away from charcoal pens.

"Hey!"

Muliang wondered if it is possible to make ballpoint pens and fountain pens.

He thought for a while, but secretly dismissed the idea, making ballpoint pens too difficult and impractical.

On the earth, the pen nibs of ballpoint pens are all high-tech things, and there is no machine tool in another world. It is too difficult to make pen nibs.

Even if it can be produced, the cost will certainly not be cheap, and it is not liquid.

As for the fountain pen, it also requires a certain level of skill, and it also needs to overcome the problem of making the pen.

In addition, it is necessary to study the corresponding ink and the problem of pen sealing ink.

"Ballpoint pens and fountain pens are not good, but pencils should be able to be made..." Mu Liang's black eyes lit up.

He reached out and pulled a piece of paper, picked up the charcoal pencil shaved by the silver-haired girl, and painted on the paper.

Riyue watched quietly, her silver-white eyes full of tenderness.

At this time, she is different in weekdays, she is less cold, and she has more tenderness for her admirers.

"This should work ¨々." Mu Liang put down the charcoal pencil in his hand and flicked the carbon dust off the paper gently.

"Do you think of anything good again?" Liyue asked softly.

Muliang nodded gently and said, "Well, go to the lake and help me dig some clay back."

"Okay." Liyue said softly.

She got up and left the study.

Nearly ten minutes later, the silver-haired girl came back carrying a glass bucket, which contained half a bucket of clay.

"Are these enough?" Riyue asked crisply.

"Enough, I can't use it up." Mu Liang laughed loudly.

He used his power to condense a glass bowl with his hands, and dug a small ball of clay into the bowl.