Chapter 78 The Real World

Bei Yutang raised her eyebrows slightly, she obviously wanted to eat, but why didn't she want it.

"What's wrong?"

Kid Mo shook his head, "It's too expensive."

The boy Mo knew that his mother only had a dozen coins in his pocket, and he was reluctant to bear it.

Bei Yutang touched the person's copper plate in his pocket, and it was indeed not much, and he was a little stretched. It didn't make a big difference to spend one or two copper plates.

Bei Yutang took a little tiger directly from the shelf and handed it to the boy Mo, "How about this?"

"Mother."

The boy Mo looked at him blankly.

Bei Yutang took out two cents of money and handed it to the street vendor.

"Let's go." Bei Yutang led the boy Mo with one hand.

Kid Mo is holding the candy man, and there is an unreal feeling.

He had imagined countless times that his mother would buy delicious food for him, but now he really did, and this feeling made him feel sweet.

He couldn't help but secretly glanced at Bei Yutang.

Mother now, it's so nice.

The two went straight to the rice grain store. Here, rice is 8 cents a pound, white flour is 6 cents a pound, millet rice is 3 cents a pound, and the cheapest is a kind of brown rice, 1 cent a pound.

Brown rice is actually not rice, but a kind of grain-like shell. This kind of rice is eaten by livestock, unless it is really poor people who don't have a pot at home to eat this stuff.

Eating too much of this stuff will cause constipation and vaginal bleeding.

In my memory, kid Mo often ate brown rice, and he bleeds several times, and the pain almost killed him. The woman of Muzhitao didn't pay attention at all, and let him fend for itself.

Fortunately, the boy Mo Fu had a great life, so he was not tossed to death by the woman Muzhitao.

No matter how cheap brown rice is, no matter how poor she is, she will not buy it for the two of them.

Eighteen cents, excluding the two cents of the sugar man of the kid Mo, there are still sixteen cents.

Rice is too expensive, you can spend it if you buy two kilograms. White noodles are also expensive, but better than rice.

Bei Yutang touched the copper plate in his pocket, bought four catties of millet, spent twelve cents, and still had four cents left. I had food and vegetables, and bought some Chinese cabbage.

Chinese cabbage is very cheap, two for a penny, Bei Yutang bought four, and the remaining two penny, all the salt.

Now he can be described as penniless.

"Look at him, his clothes are so torn."

"The servants in my family dress better than this."

Kid Mo was eating Sugar Man when he heard two little boys in luxurious clothes pointing at him. The boy Mo looked towards them, and the two little boys stared back at him.

"What are you looking at, stinking beggars."

"Let's stay away from him. I heard people say that these poor beggars are very dirty, with fleas and bugs."

Boy Mo looked at his clothes, which were full of patches, but not a stinky beggar.

"I'm not a beggar."

When the two little boys saw that he dared to talk back to them, they immediately quit.

"Look at the clothes you're wearing, it's not a beggar."

"I'm not."

"Smelly beggar, go away." One of the little boys stepped forward and pushed the boy down.

The kid Mo was unprepared, and the man was pushed to the ground.

Hearing the movement, Bei Yutang came out of the salt shop and saw the boy Mo fell to the ground. In front of him, there were two little boys.

At a glance, you know what happened.

"What are you doing?" Bei Yutang said sharply.

When the two little boys saw the adults appear, they turned around and ran away.

Bei Yutang hurriedly squatted down and lifted the little bun from the ground, "Are you injured? Where did the fall hurt?"

Faced with her questioning of concern, the boy Mo shook his head dazedly.

"No."

After Bei Yutang looked up and down, she felt relieved when she saw that he was okay.

"Mo'er, what happened just now?"

The boy Mo didn't dare to hide it, and replied in a ten-fifty manner: "They said I was a beggar, but I said no. One of them stepped forward and pushed me."

Talking, talking, kid Mo's head couldn't be lowered any lower.

Will the mother be angry?

The boy Mo was ready to be beaten by his mother.