Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Wen Ruwan suppressed the rage in her eyes and secretly snarled, ‘You are unappreciative just like your dad!’
If it were not for the prosperous and worry-free life in the Qiao Family, she would not have bothered to pitifully curry their family’s favor like a dejected wife.
She merely did not want to return to the torment that was the lousy western district!
As Qiao Mu walked in the front with Xiao Lin’er in her arms, her lips absentmindedly turned up.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, the amount of people on the main street also increased. Many people walked toward the Thousand Blossom Plaza in groups cheerfully.
“I think Landlord Li’s participating flower will be the winner.”
“Same. Even those wealthy and affluent families are participating in this Thousand Blossom Festival this time, us poor mon people won’t have a chance at all.”
“That 100 pounds of husked rice is pletely out of our reach.”
Everyone discussed amongst themselves quietly, several people sighing in dejection.
“Don’t worry. I heard there’s also 200 participation encouragement awards. Everyone can get a pound of beans.”
“But it’s a lottery, so we won’t get it unless the number on our tile is drawn, right? Let’s hurry and get a tile.”
“Ah, that’s good too.”
“Right, right, let’s hurry and get a tile. However, why did the city lord release those dirty fellows from the eastern and western district in here? They even get to pete with us for the number tiles!”
Qiao Mu walked toward the number-issuing station located at the entrance of the plaza.
Since they came out to have fun, they should naturally enjoy everything.
The number tile was a pair of small, thin, specially-made bamboo tiles with a number carved on the back by a blade.
The line was very long, but the issuance speed was quite fast, so it did not take long for them to reach the front.
Qiao Mu and the children each took a pair in fun. When they turned it over, they saw that the number was in the 5000s already.
“Younger Sis, do you think I will win a pound of beans?” When Qiao Hu asked that, the adults around them all involuntarily scoffed.
“Little brother, this all depends on luck. Say, if the entire city participates in this activity, there are at least 10,000 people, right? 200 participation awards might sound like a lot, but when it’s in relation to the total amount of people participating, the probability of winning really isn’t that high.”
Qiao Hu nodded his head. “You’re right, Uncle. This all depends on our face! It’d be great if I can win that one pound of beans!”
“Ay, child, who doesn’t want a pound of beans? I also want to get it!”
“Perhaps I will be lucky enough to get it! My face is white!” Qiao Hu puffed up his chest and harrumphed.
Qiao Mu thought, ‘…Big Brother, it’s not like you are lacking that pound of beans. Why are you so full of anticipation and even getting into an argument with a stranger…? I inexplicably feel like I’m very poor looking at you.’
‘Really! Going out with a group of silly people is really vexing!’
All kinds of flowers and plants were displayed along the main street and traced the perimeter of the plaza. It was a vast crowd and extremely lively.
As noon approached, the people observing the flowers all began to cast their tile. They would cast one tile and keep the other half. Supposedly, there would be dedicated people from the City Lord’s Estate that would count the tiles tonight, so the results would not be announced until tomorrow.
At that time, as long as the winners kept their number tile, they could line up outside the City Lord’s Estate and redeem their food.
Qiao Mu looked around with Xiao Lin’er languidly and had to press down her sister’s “Want to eet flower” hand occasionally.
Suddenly, her feet paused in front of a pot of flowers that resembled Chinese crabapple flowers. She blinked.
The old man behind the flower pot nearly leaped out in joy. “Child. cast your tile! Do you like it? Hurry and help this old man cast your tile then!”
The pot had pitifully been displayed for a whole afternoon but only received a few tiles. The old man was on the brink of tears. How could he win the prize like this?
His whole family was waiting for food to cook.
“Grandpa, is your pot of flower… for sale?” Qiao Mu’s face was expressionless as usual, but her pitch-black eyes were brighter than ever before.
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