Chapter 7: I said our money was blown in by the wind, but no one believed it

"Alright, alright, Mom isn't blaming you." Tang Zhenzhu rubbed Tang An's back, feeling heartache.

"Mom can not stop you from looking for that uncle, but for safety's sake, you must go with Nezha. When you go out to play, you must also tell Mom, okay?"

Tang An nodded. "Mom, don't worry, Nezha has practiced martial arts since he was little, he's very capable, I'll definitely go play with him."

Tang Zhenzhu kissed her daughter's cheek. "Are you still sad now?"

"Not sad anymore."

"Wash your hands, we're getting ready to eat."

"Mom, I already ate at the big brother's house upstairs."

"Upstairs? Is the big brother home?"

"No, the dog cooked."

"Huh?"

"Uh..." How should she explain this?

Nezha leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, explaining for Tang An: "The second brother called and asked the dog to take a small cart to the restaurant to pick it up."

"Oh? Is that so? Then their dog is very smart." Tang Zhenzhu didn't dwell on this problem anymore. "Then go rest for a while, and do your homework together."

"Okay."

Tang An called Nezha back to the room to do homework, where there was a large desk customized for them.

Mainly because after their family moved here, Tang An had to transfer to a local school. Plus, Nezha was a neighbor and had been at this school longer than Tang An.

So Tang Zhenzhu often sent food to the neighbor's house to get to know the relationship between the two families, letting Nezha take care of her daughter at school.

Over time, the relationship between the two families became better and better.

Tang Zhenzhu and Grandma were too busy to cook, so they let Tang An eat at Nezha's house.

Sometimes when Lady Yin wasn't home, Nezha also ate at Tang An's house.

The two families were almost like one, and the two kids were in the same class. Tang Zhenzhu simply bought a large desk to facilitate the two kids studying together.

Of course, most of the time they were slacking off.

Tang Zhenzhu liked to launch surprise attacks the most, and every time she succeeded, seeing Tang An slacking off, the feather duster would chase after her butt.

As for whether Nezha slacked off, Tang Zhenzhu would feel that he was influenced by her daughter.

Why?

Because Nezha looked very steady at a young age, so he must have been led astray by her daughter. She knew exactly what her daughter was like.

Every time this happened, Tang An always wanted to say: "Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain!"

The next day, evening.

The three kids and a dog sneaked downstairs.

"Godmother, where are we going to earn money?"

"To the next residential complex, otherwise it's easy to be caught by my mom."

"Can we really earn money doing this?"

In this day and age, can a dog doing backflips earn money? Earn from whom, kids?

"And, what if people just watch and don't give money?"

Regarding Chenxiang's ten thousand whys, Tang An answered cockily.

"I'm telling you, I've had a wealth-attracting attribute since I was little. Whatever our family does, it earns more money than others."

"When others open a supermarket, they might earn money or lose money. When our family opens a supermarket, it directly locks in the surrounding customers."

"In the year we earned the most, I said our family's money was blown in by the wind, and no one believed it."

Chenxiang thought about it; if what he learned before was correct, "money blown in by the wind" should be a figurative sentence.

"Hey, look, look quickly." Tang An hurriedly beckoned Chenxiang to look. There were really a few bills blown onto her window, and they were stuck tightly, not even falling.

"Wait for me, I'm going to get the money."

Tang An ran upstairs, afraid that if she was slow, the money would be gone.

Chenxiang and Nezha both looked upstairs.

"Third Uncle, isn't the God of Wealth a bit too biased?"

Nezha crossed his arms, his eyes full of Tang An opening the window to get the money, her eyes shining.

"If it's her, it's normal for anyone to be biased."

Chenxiang shuddered. "Third Uncle, I'm still a child."

Nezha glanced at Chenxiang. "You'd better not be too bright, or the Second Brother will drag you back."

Chenxiang hurriedly smiled. "Third Uncle, I'm different from you, I'm here to urge Godmother to study, I'm also doing it for her own good."

Nezha looked Chenxiang over. "You're the same as Xiaotian Quan."

"Huh?"

"You'd better be glad she hasn't recovered her memories."

"..."

Nezha added a finishing blow: "You'd better pray that after she recovers her memories, you can still laugh."

"..."

What to do, they played too hard and forgot about this.

Should he return the workbooks he bought, and the various test papers? Is it too late to fix the umbrella?

"Coming, coming, coming." Tang An rushed down from upstairs, holding the few hundred yuan blown from the window.

"Got money, got money, big sister will take you to buy something delicious."

Chenxiang smiled unnaturally. Fortunately, fortunately, he hadn't given those workbooks to Tang An yet. Fortunately, he hadn't torn the answers yet.

"Godmother, now that we have money, do we still need the dog to perform?"

"Yes, who would complain about having too much money." Tang An patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, as long as I make a move, I'll definitely earn a pot full."

Thus, the three kids and a dog went to the next residential complex to perform.

Of course, only the dog performed; Tang An was just responsible for soliciting onlookers and then collecting money with its dog bowl.

What was the most heartbreaking thing?

It was that Xiaotian Quan watched its dog bowl in her hand, collecting the money it worked so hard to earn, but she didn't give it a cent!

Heavens! Earth! Why treat a dog like this!

It was just a dog! Even if it committed a heavenly crime, it shouldn't be this miserable!

Perhaps sincerity leads to success, perhaps it called for its master's help too many times.

Yang Jian was so annoyed by its nagging that he came back.

As soon as he returned, he saw many people gathered in the residential square. Pushing through the crowd, he saw three kids and a dog doing backflips.

"..."

Master is still as usual... loves playing with dogs.

"Master!"

"Woof woof!"

Xiaotian Quan stopped doing backflips, crying about grievances and suffering, and flew over.

Yang Jian squatted down, one hand covering his forehead, the other soothing Xiaotian Quan.

"Alright, alright, she... is still a child."

Well, when she wasn't a child, Xiaotian Quan seemed even more miserable.

"Big brother!" Tang An also ran over. "You're back?"

"Yes." As soon as Yang Jian saw Tang An, he naturally ignored the dog.

"Master seems to have grown taller."

"Hehe." Tang An took out all the money she earned, gave a portion to Yang Jian, and gave another portion to Chenxiang.

Finally, stared at by Xiaotian Quan's teary eyes, she felt too embarrassed, so she took out a few small bills and added them to Yang Jian's share.

"Chenxiang?" Yang Jian didn't expect Chenxiang to run over to join the fun.

"Big brother, this matter was all done by me alone, it has nothing to do with Chenxiang."

"I'm sorry, please don't be angry. I promise it's just this once, it won't happen again."

Chenxiang:?????

Was she sure she was supporting her teammate? Was she really not selling out her teammate in disguise?

"Uncle, I can explain."

"Big brother, it really doesn't concern Chenxiang." Tang An held out her palm. "If you're really angry, hit my palm twice." She closed her eyes, as if she had given up.

Chenxiang hurriedly covered Tang An's mouth. "You're my real mother, please, stop talking." ===== CHAPTER 8 =====