Farmer’s Blessed Girl

On Tuesday, Lang Lue thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you when the time comes, Lao Liu will watch the stall."

Saturday Lang widened his eyes and said directly, "I don't want it!"

Man Bao wasn't happy either, "Sixth brother just accompany me, and there are Datou and Daya. Second brother, why do you want to exchange with sixth brother?"

On Tuesday, Lang looked at her, "I despise the second brother so much."

"No," Man Bao pointed her finger, but she just didn't want her second brother to follow her. Could this be the generation gap that Keke said?

On Tuesday, Lang pushed the scooter to the queue and whispered, "There are so many people in the city now, you have to listen to me. If you don't obey me, we will go home now."

As soon as these words came out, everyone bowed their heads and obeyed.

Although the queue was long, the speed was quite fast. Saturday Lang and the soldiers guarding the gate of the city were all familiar with each other.

Of course, the cost of entering the city is unavoidable.

After not coming to the county seat for a while, Man Bao felt that the city was very different from before.

There were more people in the city than before, but she didn't feel the liveliness. People on the street were all in a hurry, their faces were either sad or alert, or numb and expressionless hurried back and forth.

Man Bao sat on the scooter, the joy on his face could not help but restrained, and looked curiously at the people passing by her.

On Tuesday, Lang also quickened his pace, pushing a scooter quickly into the street dedicated to selling farmers, and found a stall in a corner.

He unloaded the goods, turned a bamboo basket upside down, put on a fine dustpan, and carefully placed the tofu out. He wiped his hands, and was about to let Lao Liu stay and watch the stall. He took Man Bao to the back of the county office. , I saw a group of people walking on the street, knocking and knocking over the goods of every stall on the street.

He couldn't help but pull the four children in the family behind him to stand, then leaned over to the next stall owner and asked in a low voice, "Brother, who are they?"

Luojiang County is so big, and there are only a few people who come and go to set up stalls on this street. Some time ago, and last year, Tuesday Lang came here a lot, and the stall owner also knew him.

He looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "It's the person from the street of the casino, what is Xiao Dalang called, since the refugees entered the city, things like robbery and robbery have happened in the city from time to time, and this Xiao Dalang took people with him. All three streets near us are occupied, and protection fees are charged every day, so that if there are refugees who steal or ask for trouble, they will help solve it.”

Zhou Lang felt that he might be here for such a day, and he didn't really want to pay the protection fee, so he asked, "What if I don't pay it?"

"Don't pay?" He looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "If you don't pay, you won't be able to wait for the refugees to snatch your things. They will drive you out first, and the things on the stall will be confiscated. That's not worth the loss."

On Tuesday, Lang was speechless, "Do you care about the officials?"

"They are free. The rainstorm a few days ago, some people's houses collapsed, and people were crushed to death. Many villages along the Luojiang River were flooded. I heard that many people were washed away by the water, but I don't know if they died or not. Come on, the officials called all the officials in the county office away, and only the soldiers were patrolling in the city, and they didn’t care about these trivial matters at all.”

Zhou Lang weighed it, glanced at the group of people who were getting closer and closer, and then glanced at the younger brothers, sisters, nephews and nieces standing behind him. He didn't dare to take the risk, so he asked in a low voice, "How much are you paying?"

The stall owner said: "My thing is worthless, and the location is not good. I give six cents a day."

On Tuesday, Lang was so distressed that Liuwen could buy four big meat buns.

On Saturday, Lang returned to the stall and sat down. The group of people came over quickly. The stall owner next door had already taken out the money and waited, and they gave the money as soon as they came up.

The other party threw the copper plate and threw it to the younger brother behind him, and asked with a smile, "How's the business in these two days?"

The stall owner smiled bitterly, "It's not that good, there are a lot of people in this city, but things are getting harder and harder to sell every day."

The other party gave a "tsk" and said, "They are all a group of refugees who have fled, how can they have money? Because of them, the rich don't dare to go out, but you are much stronger than the mud legs in the countryside, at least every day. There has to be an income, and now they are crying over a field of water."

After speaking, he walked up to Zhou Zhou Lang, who obviously had a very good memory, glanced at Zhou Yi Lang and said with a smile, "New here?"

On Tuesday, Lang nodded again and again, handed over the money in his hand, and explained carefully, "It's rare that the weather is sunny, and there are some local products at home, so I brought it to the city to try my luck. I came in a hurry, and I didn't know that this street was owned by Uncle Xiao. , so I didn't have any soil ceremonies."

Xiao Dalang listened to him nicely, and rarely smiled. He glanced at the things on Tuesday Lang's booth, which were all very common bamboo weaving and tofu in a dustpan.

He can't use bamboo weaving or anything, but tofu...

He asked curiously, "Does your family still make tofu?"

"Yes, yes, my sister-in-law can do it, the craftsmanship is average, or Mr. Xiao will try it. If you find it delicious, come back next time."

After all, he hurriedly went to pick up tofu, but when people came to buy vegetables, they brought their own baskets or bowls, like Xiao Dalang empty-handed...

On Tuesday, after a little thought, Langluo chose one from Yaomei's small bamboo basket, spread a layer of leaves on it, and put the tofu in it.

He picked up a few pieces and filled the small bamboo basket directly before giving it to Xiao Dalang.

In fact, it's not much, just four pieces of tofu, but because the bamboo basket is small, it looks like a lot.

On Tuesday, Lang was very satisfied and felt that the bamboo basket was done really well.

Xiao Dalang was also very satisfied. He took the bamboo basket from Tuesday Lang and asked with a smile, "How much?"

"I don't want money, I don't want money, it's all made at home, and it's not worth much. It's good that Uncle Xiao likes it."

Xiao Dalang snorted and said with the bamboo basket: "Okay, if you encounter any difficulties in the county in the future, you can find me. This street is covered by the Lord. Since I took your money, naturally will keep you safe."

On Tuesday, Lang naturally thanked him again and again, and he let out a sigh of relief after sending them away.

The stall owner next door and others walked away before coming over and said, "I said on Tuesday, you are really willing, that basket of tofu, plus the bamboo basket, is more than six cents, right?"

On Tuesday, Lang touched his pocket. He only took fifteen cents with him when he went out today. Including the cost of entering the city, it was equivalent to not earning a cent today, but spending almost the money.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I would rather give him a gift than cash."

The stall owner said, "Don't do it, money is not very valuable now."

On Tuesday, Lang frowned slightly and asked, "How do you say that?"

"You didn't know that when you first entered the city, the price of grain in the grain store has grown crazy." He said, "Now a bucket of rice has risen to 30 cents."

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