Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

Chapter 7 Redemption of Prizes

While eating the steamed bun, I did not forget to greet the author a hundred times in my heart.

After eating, she put the remaining steamed buns in the refrigerator instead of tomorrow's breakfast.

Then, I just slept on the sofa all night.

Although it was on the sofa, it was much more comfortable than the bed in her attic.

There was no conversation all night. She had a very good sleep quality and opened her eyes on time at six o'clock.

She first went to wash up, then took out the steamed buns from the refrigerator, put them in the steamer to heat them up, and then dipped them in chili sauce, ate pickled mustard tubers, and drank cold water. Breakfast was solved so simply.

Three yuan could buy five steamed buns. She ate two of them last night and the remaining three this morning. She was barely half full.

I looked at the time and found it was only seven o'clock.

She took the opportunity to go back to the attic and sort out her things.

In fact, she doesn't have much stuff.

Apart from some textbooks, school uniforms and a few sets of washed-out change clothes, she had nothing else to pack.

After sorting and categorizing everything, I looked at the time.

Half past nine, the time when the lottery shop opens for business.

After closing the attic door, she rushed downstairs and went to the lottery station to claim the prize.

A lottery ticket won 160 yuan.

The winning prize for ten lottery tickets is 1600 yuan.

There are 20 lottery stations in the city, and she placed ten bets at each station yesterday.

She can get it today.

Sure enough, she took the lottery ticket to the lottery station and found the ticket seller.

"Beautiful sister, let me see, did I win the prize?"

The ticket seller was a middle-aged woman. She looked up and recognized the person in front of her.

This kid is so recognizable.

Apart from anything else, the thick bangs that almost cover half of the face are very memorable.

"Row."

The ticket woman reached for the ticket and placed it on the machine.

"Oh, little girl, you are lucky. You won."

The winning number is 147.

It’s exactly the same number as the one she bought.

The middle-aged woman swiftly took out 1600 yuan from the cash box.

"I won't give you this winning lottery ticket. This is 1600. Count it."

"No need, beautiful sister, I believe you."

Qin Duoyu smiled and said, "I believe in what you do."

But in fact, when the ticket seller was counting the money, she had already counted it quickly several times, so it didn't matter.

After putting away the 1600 yuan, she rode her QR code-scanning bike to other lottery shops.

It was already noon when she arrived at the last lottery shop.

The owner of this lottery shop may be very rich.

The storefront he rented was the largest.

There is not only lottery trend chart analysis, but also a separate tea room as well as some instant noodles and mineral water.

There are many people in the store who dream of getting rich. They eat instant noodles while looking at the analysis charts, hoping that they will be the next person to win the jackpot.

"Little girl, you are here."

The owner of the lottery shop is a kind fat man.

His last name is Zhang, and everyone here who knows him calls him Brother Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, let me see if I won the prize?"

The same words and the same smiling face appeared at the last lottery shop.

"Okay, give me the lottery ticket and I'll show it to you."

Qin Duoyu handed the lottery ticket to Brother Zhang, who skillfully placed the ticket on the machine for inspection.

"Oh, that's good, I got it right."

This sentence made everyone in the store look over.