My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: Two hundred and thirty

Chapter 230 1.230 sells it?

Wen Ruwan suppressed a trace of anger in her eyes, and snarled secretly: It's something you don't know how to promote with your father!

If it weren't for the wealth of Qiao's life, she would not bother to keep her daughter-in-law pleased with their family.

She just doesn't want to go back to the ruined place in Xicheng to suffer!

Qiao Mu hugged Xiao Lin'er and walked in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slightly twitched casually.

As the sun gradually rises, the flow of people on the main street begins to increase, and many people go to Wanhua Square in a lively group.

"I think Li Yuanwai's flower in the competition can be the top spot."

"Yes, now those high-ranking families are also rushing to participate in this Ten Thousand Flower Festival. We poor people have no way to survive."

"The hundred catties of rice, I don't think we should think about it."

Everyone talked in whispers, and many of them sighed.

"Don't worry, I heard that there are more than 200 contest encouragement awards, each of whom can get a catty of beans."

"However, the lottery depends on the brand number in our hand. We will only be considered if we are drawn. We have to quickly get the right card."

"Oh, that's good."

"Right, right, get the sign quickly. It's just that why did the city lord let the dirty guys in Dongxicheng come in and grab the number plate with us."

Qiaomu walked towards the office that issued the number at the entrance of the square.

Since I have come out to play, I naturally have to play it out.

The number plate is a pair of thin special bamboo pieces with numbers engraved on the back with a knife.

The line was very long, but it was released very quickly, and it was in line for them in a short while.

Qiaomu's several children each took a pair of them, and when they opened it, they were all arranged to more than five thousand.

"Sister, do you think I can get a pound of beans?" As Qiao Hu was talking, several adults next to him couldn't help but sneered.

"Little brother, it all depends on luck. You said that the whole city participated in this event. It is estimated that there are tens of thousands of people. It seems that there are two hundred participating prizes. It's quite a lot. In fact, it's the same as all people. Count it, the percentage of awards is really not high."

Qiao Hu nodded, "Uncle, you are right, it's totally dependent on your face. If only I can get that pound of beans!"

"Hey you kid, who doesn't want a pound of beans? I still want to get that pound of beans!"

"Maybe I got it if I was lucky! My face is pale!" Qiao Hu hummed his neck.

Qiao Mu:...Big brother, you don't lack that pound of beans, you said so expectantly, and you got into trouble with a stranger... It made her feel that she might be so poor.

Really, taking a group of teasers to the street, it feels so disturbing!

All kinds of flowers are arranged along the street, and there is a huge circle around the main street to the square, crowded with people.

As the day is almost noon~IndoMTL.com~, people who watched the flowers began to cast their cards. They voted one piece and kept one piece. It is said that this evening there will be a dedicated person to count the number of winners in the City Lord’s Mansion.

At that time, as long as it is an award, you can queue up at the City Lord’s Mansion to receive food with a number plate you have kept.

Qiao Mu hugged Xiao Lin'er all the way to watch, and from time to time he held out the little hand of his sister to "second flower".

Suddenly, Arbor stopped in front of a flowerpot shaped like a crabapple, and blinked.

The old man who put the flowerpot almost jumped out of joy, "Child, cast cards, do you like it? Help the old man cast a card!"

Poor, it's been displayed all afternoon, and only a few plaques were cast. The old man is almost crying. How can I win this way?

The whole family is waiting for the rice to boil at home.

"Grandpa, do you sell this pot of flowers...?" Qiao Mu's little face was expressionless, but his dark eyes were brighter than ever.

(End of this chapter)