Chapter 230 - Is It for Sale?
My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Wen Ruwan suppressed the rage in her eyes and secretly snarled, âYou are unappreciative just like your dad!â
If it were not for the prosperous and worry-free life in the Qiao Family, she would not have bothered to pitifully curry their familyâs 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 Linâer 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.
âI think Landlord Liâs participating flower will be the winner.â
âSame. Even those wealthy and affluent families are participating in this Thousand Blossom Festival this time, us poor common people wonât have a chance at all.â
âThat 100 pounds of husked rice is completely out of our reach.â
Everyone discussed amongst themselves quietly, several people sighing in dejection.
âDonât worry. I heard thereâs also 200 participation encouragement awards. Everyone can get a pound of beans.â
âBut itâs a lottery, so we wonât get it unless the number on our tile is drawn, right? Letâs hurry and get a tile.â
âAh, thatâs good too.â
âRight, right, letâs 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 compete with us for the number tiles!â
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.
âYounger Sis, do you think I will win a pound of beans?â When Qiao Hu asked that, the adults around them all involuntarily scoffed.
âLittle 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 itâs in relation to the total amount of people participating, the probability of winning really isnât that high.â
Qiao Hu nodded his head. âYouâre right, Uncle. This all depends on our face! Itâd be great if I can win that one pound of beans!â
âAy, child, who doesnât want a pound of beans? I also want to get it!â
âPerhaps I will be lucky enough to get it! My face is white!â Qiao Hu puffed up his chest and harrumphed.
Qiao Mu thought, â...Big Brother, itâs 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 Iâm very poor looking at you.â
âReally! Going out with a group of silly people is really vexing!â
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 Lordâs 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 Lordâs Estate and redeem their food.
Qiao Mu looked around with Xiao Linâer languidly and had to press down her sisterâs âWant to eet flowerâ 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. âChild. cast your tile! Do you like it? Hurry and help this old man cast your tile then!â
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.
âGrandpa, is your pot of flower... for sale?â Qiao Muâs face was expressionless as usual, but her pitch-black eyes were brighter than ever before.