Clean up the gaming city.
Qu Sinian was speechless.
Forget it, Old Lu couldn't be counted on. He couldn't even protect himself.
Thus, Qu Sinian turned to look for Zhang Dazhuang.
Old Zhang's situation should be better than theirs. After all, his son had a Superman doll. It wasn't as big as Li Li's bear doll, nor was it as strange as his precious music box.
However, when Qu Sinian found Zhang Dazhuang, he realized that he had been too optimistic.
He and Lu Junhan weren't the only ones who regretted it. Zhang Dazhuang also regretted it.
Now, Zhang Dazhuang wished he could go back to the time when he hadn't thrown the sandbags yet and kill himself for making the little ones throw the sandbags.
Zhang Yiming's Superman doll wasn't big, and it wasn't as strange as Qu Qianqian's music box. Since the Superman doll was very soft, Zhang Yiming didn't force Zhang Dazhuang to hold it in his hands.
However, such a good prize had an extremely fatal weakness.
It would sing once it was touched.
Moreover, this song wasn't an ordinary song.
When Qu Sinian went over, before he even saw Zhang Dazhuang, he heard the high-pitched sound of a horn. "Collecting trash, collecting junk, cockroach poison, rat poison, collecting old air conditioners, refrigerators, washing machines …"
Zhang Dazhuang was frantically looking for the Superman doll, trying to find the button to stop it from singing.
Unfortunately, there was no button.
Instead, after one song was played, there was another. "Selling milk, fresh milk, milk that was just milked today …"
Qu Sinian was speechless.
Then, Qu Sinian witnessed Zhang Dazhuang trying to throw the Superman doll away, but Zhang Yiming wouldn't let him. The two of them almost got into a fight.
In the end, Zhang Yiming won.
On the other hand, Zhang Dazhuang seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His expression was incomparably weathered, and from the bag behind him, a few voices could be heard from time to time. "Collect trash, collect junk, cockroach poison, rat poison, collect old air conditioners, refrigerators, and washing machines …"
He looked more like an old man who was pushing a trolley downstairs collecting garbage.
Qu Sinian: "…"
Fortunately, the stall owner had closed the shop. Otherwise, Old Zhang would have rushed over and beaten up the immoral stall owner who had brought in some kind of ghost doll.
Sigh, I definitely can't count on Old Zhang. He's even more helpless than Old Lu.
Qu Sinian turned to look for Jian Yi.
Speaking of which, Jian Yi's situation was much better than the three of them.
What Xi Yan wanted was a dictionary of idioms.
It wasn't as big as Li Li's teddy bear, and it wasn't as weirdly shaped as his precious music box. In fact, the dictionary was a very good tool for showing off. Even if he held it in his hand, he wouldn't make any mistakes.
It would only add a bit of scholarly aura.
Old Jian originally had the appearance of a fair and clean scholar, and the Jian family was a scholarly family. It was just that Old Jian's temperament was a little cold, but at least he looked scholarly.
This dictionary of idioms was perfect for him.
Most importantly, the dictionary of idioms wouldn't say things like "collect trash, collect milk, collect junk, sell cockroach poison, rat poison" that would attract strange looks from passersby.
It could be said that among the four prizes, Xi Yan's dictionary of idioms was the most practical and convenient to carry around.
Qu Sinian was very envious. Sigh, if only his baby loved to study as much as Xi Yan did.
Qu Sinian didn't take long to find Jian Yi.
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