The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Mo Qingze smiled and nodded: "Yes, think about it for yourself which idiom it is?"

When Mo Yan saw this, he didn't say his answer. He looked at Zhen'er with a smile, wanting to see if he could guess correctly.

The fat boss on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. These lanterns are not cheap. If one more guess is made, it will be a loss, but it is a child who is only five or six years old...

As a result, before he could finish rejoicing, Zhen'er excitedly guessed the answer: "Zhen'er knows, it's 'Liu Shen Wuzhu'!"

The fat boss took down the lantern depressedly and stared at the cheerful Zhen'er. Is even a little kid so smart now?

Taking the yellow-skinned tiger lantern, Zhen'er held it for herself as if it was a treasure, cautiously, for fear of being damaged by someone.

Seeing that the boss was unhappy, Mo Yan also stopped guessing lantern riddles, and the group walked forward.

Seeing a circle of people surrounding the open space not far away, and hearing exclamations from time to time, Zhen'er took Mo Yan's hand and rushed over to join in the fun.

This time he came out just to have fun, so Mo Yan followed his wishes and followed him, but held his left hand tightly with his right hand to avoid being scattered by the crowd.

Xin'er and Li Yan also wanted to follow them, so Mo Qingze and Li Zhong walked over one by one.

In the field, a group of people were juggling.

"Wow, eldest sister, that man's mouth is spitting fire. Isn't he afraid of being burned? Oh, that child is so young and dares to step on the nail board with his bare feet. Will it hurt him?"

Taking advantage of her small body, Zhen'er squeezed her way to the front, watching the thrilling performances of these adults and children, and exclaimed repeatedly.

Seeing a little girl coming over with a plate to ask for money, Mo Yan took out a handful of copper coins and put them in it. There were about thirty coins, which was not too few, but not enough to attract anyone's attention.

Seeing that Mo Yan had given so much at once, the little girl's eyes that were originally somewhat lifeless burst out with a gleam of joy. She looked at Mo Yan with bright black eyes and said "thank you" several times.

Mo Yan returned a smile and sighed silently in her heart.

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, three religions and nine streams. These jugglers belong to the ninth class, with extremely low social status. If they don't have extremely thrilling and special skills, it will be difficult for them to make a lot of money.

Looking at these juggling moves, it is obvious that they are just ordinary juggling troupes who can only perform for a living on the street. They have nothing to do with anyone who is willing to watch but unwilling to pay. On a holiday like today, people who go shopping are having fun and are more generous than usual. These jugglers can actually earn more than usual.

It's just that there are more people who are more pitiful than them. If she hadn't worn the original owner, maybe Xin'er and Zhen'er would have been harmed by that group of refugees and lost their son and daughter. As a father, Mo Qingze Even if he survived, how could he be better off?

After watching it for a while, everyone felt it was boring, so they squeezed out of the crowd and planned to go shopping elsewhere.

There are many more people on the street now than before. Previously, he was walking smoothly, but now he was almost stepping on his toes and could only follow the flow of people. This reminded Mo Yan of the "human-shaped ribbons" composed of dense crowds on the Great Wall during the National Day Golden Week in his previous life.

If anyone looked at it from a high place at this time, they would probably become part of the "human-shaped ribbons". At this time, Mo Yan didn't know that there were indeed people watching this huge crowd from above.

Unavoidably being scattered by the crowd, several people held hands and Mo Qingze led the way.

It's just that the accident came too suddenly. First, a row of lantern supports was pushed over, and a bunch of fire jumped onto the pedestrians and burned directly. Then, rows of lantern supports were pushed over in the chaos, and more flames shot up and ignited. Lanterns, wooden frames, clothes, and in a blink of an eye, there were screams and screams for help everywhere, and the whole street was suddenly in chaos.

People kept being pushed down and trampled on...

Although they held hands tightly, several people were still dispersed by the rush of people. Mo Yan's left hand could no longer grasp Xin'er's right hand, and only her right hand was still firmly grasping Zhen'er's left hand. However, when her mouth and nose were covered by the fragrant handkerchief, she could not even grasp Zhen'er's right hand. Couldn't hold on...