Zhou Xiaoyun was carrying a big bag of things and felt very happy inside.

  She had thought of buying brush, ink and rice paper for practicing calligraphy as soon as she got her lucky money. She spent almost all the money on her body, but her mood was lifted.

  As they walked up to the stall, Zhou Xiaoxia had already picked out a red hair flower, and Wu Mei was paying for a pack of colored hair ties. Zhou Xiaoxia saw Zhou Xiaoyun first, and she waved vigorously at her, indicating that she should come take a look at the hair flower in her hand.

  Zhou Xiaoyun took a look, the bright red was a bit gaudy, but on a girl it added a touch of charm, and she praised her for a few sentences. Zhou Xiaoxia became excited, immediately putting the hairpin on her head. She went to admire herself in the small mirror on the stall, admiring herself with satisfaction.

  Wu Mei's sharp eyes caught sight of the large package in Zhou Xiaoyun's hand: "Dà yā, what did you buy?"

  Zhou Xiaoyun was unwilling to elaborate, saying only that it was something useful.

  Wu Mei was already used to Zhou Xiaoyun's habit of only saying half of what she meant, and didn't bother to ask further, urging Zhou Xiaoyun to come buy rubber bands as well.

  Zhou Xiaoyun squatted down to look at the small trinkets in front of her. She picked out a simple light blue hair clip, asked if it was 50 cents, and immediately paid for it.

  Zhou Xiaoxia and Zhou Xiaoyun have vastly different aesthetic views: "Dà yā, where did you buy this hair clip? I think the pink one with a bow is prettier, go exchange it for that one."

  Wu Mei also nodded in agreement, she too thought pink was lovely and pretty.

  Zhou Xiaoyun didn't dare to be the same, although she was only seven years old now, but her mental age was already thirty, considered as a "grown woman" level, how could she bear herself wearing pink hair clips and looking cute.

  Zhou Xiaoyun wore a light blue hair clip on her head, borrowed the boss's comb to tidy up her hair and tied it into a high ponytail, then went to look in the mirror. The girl in the mirror had clear eyebrows and eyes, a simple and elegant hair clip, and she was very satisfied with her appearance.

  At this time, Zhou Xiaoxia also felt that Zhou Xiaoyun's light blue hair clip was incredibly good-looking. Now looking at the pink one again, it seemed a bit too flashy.

  "Wu Mei let out a 'wow' of admiration: 'Dai Yu, you look great with this color! The pink one is definitely not as suitable for you as the light blue one. Your taste is really good. Why don't you also pick a hair clip for me?'"

  Zhou Xiaoyun was delighted to see the two men's unanimous approval. She herself had a delicate appearance and didn't necessarily suit bright and eye-catching colors. She thought that when she grew up, it would be fine to be simple and elegant.

  Under Wu Mei's request, Zhou Xiaoyun acted as a dog-headed strategist again and chose a pair of tender yellow earrings for her. The earrings were clipped on Wu Mei's ears, making the delicate and innocent-looking Wu Mei even more lovely.

  The three of them returned home in high spirits. When they arrived at San Shu's house, they saw that Zhou Zhiyuan and Da Bao were still outside playing a game of cops and robbers.

  Dabao ran fast, insisted on becoming a thief, Wu Wei was Dabao's follower and also became a thief. Zhou Zhiyuan and Zhou Zhihai, along with Xiaobao, couldn't catch up no matter how hard they tried. Dabao laughed wildly, it seems that he had the potential to be a bad person since childhood.

  When he saw his sisters coming over, Da Bao waved at them: "Da Ya, you guys come and play too. Let the three of you be the police and catch me and Xiao Hui."

  Look at Da Bao's crazy face!

  Zhou Xiaoyun was holding a big bag of things, which wasn't convenient for playing. Besides, even if she didn't have anything in her hands, she couldn't play "police catching thieves" with Dabao, who could outrun him? So Zhou Xiaoyun completely ignored him and went into San Shu's house with Zhou Xiaoxia and Wu Mei.

  Zhao Yuzhen was wondering how Dabiao and Xiaoxia Xiaomei disappeared in the blink of an eye, seeing that several girls have returned now, she finally put her mind at ease: "Dabiao, where did you all go?"

  Before Zhou Xiaoyun could speak, Wu Mei hastily said: "Second Aunt, we're going shopping. It's just on that street outside, not far, just a few minutes' walk."

  After finishing, she took the clips on her head and the colored rubber bands in her hand to her mother, Zhou Fang.

  It's okay for kids to spend some money during the New Year, Zhou Fang smiled tolerantly and even praised Wu Mei for buying beautiful things.

  Zhou Xiaoxia was not to be outdone, and also went to Shen Huafeng's side. As her own daughter loved beauty and dressing up, it wasn't just a one or two-day thing, Shen Huafeng naturally understood this in her heart. Seeing Zhou Xiaoxia wearing a big red flower on her head with a rosy complexion, she felt somewhat self-satisfied: among the three girls, her own daughter's looks were indeed top-notch.

  A mother may not say it out loud, but she can't help but secretly compare in her heart! When the child excels, it also brings glory to herself!

  Zhao Yuzhen thought to herself, her own daughter was excellent and capable, and in front of her sister-in-law and younger aunt, she had greatly boosted her own prestige. She spoke even more gently to Zhou Xiaoyun: "Da Ya, what did you buy?"

  Zhou Xiaoyun is most familiar with her mother's good face personality, so she took the opportunity to honestly confess that she had bought a brush, ink and paper, and sincerely said that the money on her body was almost used up. It wasn't until then that Zhou Xiaoxia and Wu Mei knew what the big package of things that Zhou Xiaoyun had quietly gone to buy and was holding in her hand was.

  Zhao Yuzhen felt a pang in her heart, it was over ten yuan, not a small amount. But in front of Song Mingli and Shen Huafeng, she couldn't say a word of blame.

  Song Mingli took the things from Zhou Xiaoyun's hands to take a look, and she naturally knew what they were. She found that Zhou Xiaoyun had bought Zhong Lang Hao and Xiao Lang Hao, which were specialized for writing brush calligraphy, and the ink was from Yidege. The quality of the rice paper was also very good. Song Mingli thought to herself: "You really can't underestimate Zhou Xiaoyun." "Big sister, how did you think of buying these?"

  Zhou Xiaoyun felt a little nervous in front of San Shu: "San Shu, the couplets on the door during Chinese New Year look great. I want to practice writing brush calligraphy and write couplets for my family afterwards."

  Song Mingli, as a teacher, gave her niece's behavior extremely high praise. Zhao Yuzhen had long forgotten the unpleasantness caused by her daughter's "extravagant" spending and was overjoyed to hear Song Mingli's repeated compliments, beaming with delight.

  Zhou Xiaoyun let out a long sigh of relief. The timing was perfect, it seemed that her mother would no longer hold it against her for spending the money she had given her.

  When leaving San Shu's home, Song Mingli generously found some old newspapers at home, about half a bag, to let Zhou Xiaoyun practice writing with them, which made Zhou Xiaoyun very happy.

  If she used up all the newspaper clippings every day, where would she get so much money to buy them? She was worried about this, and Song Mingli's actions were really a timely help! Not to mention that Song Mingli also promised to keep all the newspapers her family had read in the future for her. Zhou Xiaoyun was deeply grateful to Song Mingli from the bottom of her heart. The awareness of intellectuals is indeed different!