Liuzhen Department Store.

As school starts, the mall is crowded with people, and parents are taking their children to buy the school start utensils everywhere. Shocking and bargaining sounds are one after another, and the parents' ability to kill prices makes Huo Xue look a little surprised.

She curled her lips. If this were in the United States, there would be no such good thing.

While measuring the clothes on Huo Xue, Wang Qing frowned and asked, "Who cut this hair for you? Why is it so short? She looks like a boy without saying anything."

“Speak more like a boy.”

Huo Qi added a sentence without hesitation.

"It's a lot of trouble to wash your hair, so I cut it." Huo Xue replied casually.

Huo Qi snorted coldly, "I don't know how efficient you are even if I have short hair."

Wang Qing opened her mouth and saw the way the siblings got along, and she was a little uneasy.

Then she said to Huo Xue, "But you used to clearly say that no matter how lazy you are, you must have long hair..."

Huo Xue was stunned and pretended to be embarrassed. "I've grown up, why do you keep bringing up old things?"

"Okay, mom won't say it anymore."

After walking around for a while, Huo Xue chose two simple casual clothes. Although they are no longer popular in China, they are more in line with the aesthetics of postmodern Europe. She has seen through fashion for a long time, and it is reincarnated every ten years. In their eyes, it is very rigid, and the old style has a unique side in her eyes.

The most important thing is that they are not expensive at all.

But Wang Qing still disliked the color too plain and the style was not novel, so she bought her a beige-white sleeveless pointed-collar cotton dress.

Huo Xue's eyes lit up when she saw the pair of collars.

This pointed collar is suitable for more formal double-breasted suits. It is recognized by the world as elegant and classic. It is also the most popular style for Americans who stick to the rules and believe in dogma.

Huoqi was almost picking up the cheapest clothes to buy. He could see at a glance where the cheapest clothes were hung on each stall. Then he casually chose the favorite and durable styles from them.

On August 27, 2003, Wang Qing brought a big bag for her nephew, and Huo Xue took two fat chickens to Ge Village, Qiantang Town.

Grandpa and Grandpa Huo are comrades-in-arms. All they have in their bones are blood that is loyal to the country. They are the most shameful people to talk about the party or the soldiers. If someone slanders the troops, if he catches them, he will talk to you for a few hours whenever he sees you.

In his own words, soldiers defend their country on the front line, how can we, as the people they protect, have internal conflicts?

"Xiaoxue is not allowed to make her grandfather unhappy when she returns. Did you hear that? Last time you talk nonsense, he was so angry that he didn't sleep well for a whole month." Wang Qing grabbed Huo Xue's hand and repeated it many times.

"Okay." But no matter how many times she repeated, Huo Xue would answer seriously.

My grandfather was once a good-for-natured People's Liberation Army. He had a decent idea and strict self-discipline, whether it was to the superiors or the inferiors. He was a supporter of Chairman Mao. All his children had to recite the words in Chairman Mao's quotations before eating.

From the three children he gave birth to every child he gave birth to, the person he feared the most was him. Even people like Wang Qing who had not read many books can recognize many sentences.

But as the original owner of the gangster girl, he was very calm. He should eat and drink, and never did housework. He was the same at home, and he never did anything when he came to his grandfather's house.

But Chairman Mao once said, "Those who do not work are not allowed to eat."

So the original owner was fasted, and the grandparents and grandchildren had the same stubborn temper, and the trouble was even more powerful. Grandpa Wang looked down on the original owner with a gangster with a lot of bad deeds, and Huo Xue even disdained the old antique brainless revolutionary warrior like Grandpa Wang.

Huo Xue's decisive guarantee has reduced Wang Qing's worries.

Before he could enter the house, two children in their 80s and 90s rushed out. Without saying a word, they snatched away the big bags in Wang Qing's hand and zied the snacks in it.

If they meet something they like to eat a little more expensive, they will snatch it together, but if it is not delicious, they will throw it aside and look as if it is justified.

A woman quickly walked out of the side room. Seeing the two fat chickens in Huo Xue's hand radiating, she couldn't wait to grab them, "Oh, how heavy are so many people carrying, aunt will take them first."

After she pulled a chicken, she wanted to get a few more. Huo Xue frowned, but Yang Juan couldn't pull it.

Yang Juan laughed dryly, "What does this mean?"

"I bought four chickens, one sharp, one of our fathers, and one of two younger brothers. If you take too much, your father's side will be gone."

The smile on Yang Juan's face could hold up the pleats. She still forced herself, "What? I'm afraid I won't give it to our dad if I take the chicken? Xiaoxue didn't work hard. There were so many chickens at least fifty or sixty kilograms. I was just worried that Xiaoxue would be tired all the way. Where do you want to go?"

Sixty kilograms?

Huo Xue curled her lips and she had 60 kilograms of basic weight carrying bags every day.

"Sister, isn't this double robbery just over? The family is very busy, and school is about to start, and these two naughty kids haven't touched a single page. What should you do if you tell me?"

The smile on Yang Juan's face could almost hold up the sky. She stared at the two children of the Huo family, almost saying that she would not let your two children help write together.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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