Chapter 292 Psychological gap

   "It's eight dynasties and nine hundred and sixty renminbi, which is just 40 renminbi less than nine dynasties."

   "Mom, I figured it out, do you think it's right?" Chu Jin happily stood up with his hands on the table, and ran two laps on the spot. He was so happy that he had been learning abacus for a while.

   It's just that there was always an error before.

   But this time he was confident.

  Ye Muyu nodded: "Yes, there are indeed so many."

  She is very satisfied with her son's abacus calculation, but she is not satisfied with this child, who is less than six years old, and has the habit of not blinking when he spends nine coins.

   "But..." Ye Muyu's voice changed, Chu Jin stopped and looked at her suspiciously.

   "Xiao Jin, I'm afraid you don't have nine coins."

  Chu Jin: "Mother, I have some, I have counted, and Uncle Chu Xing also told me that it will be more than 10 dong, and at least 15 dong will be given to me."

   "Then what Uncle Chu Xing said is for you, or for parents?" Ye Muyu asked back.

  Chu Jin hesitated. He thought about it again, and felt guilty for a moment, as if Uncle Chu Xing really meant for his parents.

   "Mother... Uncle Chu Xing said it to his parents." Although a little discouraged, Chu Xing still told the truth, and he didn't want to deceive his parents.

  Ye Muyu stretched out her hand and rubbed his head: "My child, when you grow up, you will understand why Uncle Chu Xing said it was for your parents, not for you."

   "However, if Mother guessed correctly, Uncle Chu Xing will also pay you if you help draw the pattern?"

   Somewhat hurt his son's self-confidence, Ye Muyu felt that he should give him a sweet date.

  Children are too young to carry too much money, which is not a good thing.

  If he grows up, he can no longer earn money easily, and his mentality can't bear it.

  Of course, Ye Muyu wouldn't take the money and spend it, but just keep it for the child. When he grows up, giving it to him won't affect the child's xinxing.

  Chu Jin really got a little more energetic, nodded and said: "Mother, Uncle Chu Xing said that if you draw a pattern, you will be given 20 coins. Including this morning, I have drawn eight sets of patterns."

   "Eight sets of patterns, that is..." Chu Jin lowered his head and quickly calculated the specific number on the abacus with his fingers: "One hundred and sixty characters."

   "Mother, are these one hundred and sixty articles mine?"

   "Of course, I won't take any of the one hundred and sixty cash. As for the gifts for everyone, I will help you. But what to give, you have to choose again."

   "Look, you only earned one hundred and sixty cash through hard work, and my mother will give you one hundred and sixty cash. How about buying a gift for you?"

   "As for the gifts you just said to buy, wait until you earn 90 cents before buying them. Then grandparents, grandparents, parents, and sister will all be very happy."

"Brother, the pearls and flowers I want don't need to be too expensive, as long as they are from you. I like them even if they are ten pennies, even more than expensive ones." Chu Ziluo could tell that Mother seemed to think that my brother spent too much money. Actually, she also felt that it was too much to just give away money casually, so much that she didn't even dare to think about it.

  She has saved private money for a long time, and it is only fifty or so.

  My younger brother is much better than her.

   I just didn't expect that it would cost me nine dollars in the blink of an eye!

  In her opinion, only parents have the confidence to spend the Jiudao money. In the village, there is no one else who can spend the Jiudao money at once except the parents.

   She naturally realized that her brother's idea was wrong.

  Although she is filial, she seems to be a prodigal, just like my mother before....

  Chu Jingang felt a little unacceptable in his heart. The difference from ten tang to one hundred and sixty cash, even though his mother was right, he was still very sad.

   Heard Chu Ziluo's words.

  He looked up sadly, and asked suspiciously: "Are you really happy?"

"However, the bead flower I was going to buy for you was 750 Wen. No other girl in the village can compare to the one you wear." Chu Jin was a little unconvinced. Expensive ones, how can someone like cheap ones and dislike expensive ones.

  (end of this chapter)