Boss Xia's Lobster Restaurant

"Xia Qingyang! You haven't answered me yet, are you going to Daji tomorrow?" While recalling the past in a trance, he was suddenly pulled by the noisy Cheng You'an.

"Ah? What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly..." Xia Qingyang rubbed his head in embarrassment.

"I just said that tomorrow Saturday, my mother will take me to the town to catch a big fair. Do you want to go with me? Let's go together on the tractor of the village chief's house!" Cheng Youan likes cars very much, and can ride a tractor for free , Let alone go to catch the big market, even go to the field to load wheat is also happy!

"Catch the big market?" Hearing this, Xia Qingyang's eyes lit up. This is a good opportunity!In his previous life, he often heard from the villagers that whoever made a fortune by being a second-hand dealer in Daji in the town. Now that he is short of money, he might as well go to Daji to see, maybe he can find some way to make money Woolen cloth?

Xia Qingyang and the others live in a relatively remote village, and the surrounding villages have agreed a long time ago. Every three days, they will hold a big fair in Dahe Town, which is about an hour's walk from their village. Every day, villagers from Qili Baxiang will rush there , some are selling agricultural products, and some are buying things that are not available in the village. It is very lively.

"Are you going or not?" Cheng You'an was getting impatient as he waited on the side. After all, he was still a child and didn't have much concentration.

"Go! Why don't you go? I was just thinking about how to tell my mother."

As if thinking of the current situation in Xia Qingyang's family, Cheng Youan blushed, and scratched his chubby head in embarrassment, "That~~ Yangyang, don't be sad, if your mother won't let you go, I'll let my mother Go tell her, it will be fine!"

"Well! Then I'll trouble Auntie." Here, women who are of the same generation as their parents are called Auntie.Cheng Youan's mother, Zhang Cuiju, has a good relationship with her mother, and her mother should agree with her if she goes to talk.

No way, who made their family poor now?Since they moved back to the countryside, their family never went to the town to dispense medicine for their father. First, it cost two yuan to take a bus to the town, and second, they didn’t have any extra money to buy other things when they went.

"Hmm! Your shoes are so torn, let your mother give you five yuan to buy a new pair of shoes!" Seeing Xia Qingyang's uppers and soles tied up casually with straw ropes, Cheng Youan groaned, " If your mother doesn't give you money, I'll give you my pair of white shoes when I go back, but the heel of the shoe is broken..."

"It's okay, thank you An'an!" Although the teacher asked them to call each other by their scientific names after school, in private, people like Xia Qingyang and Cheng Youan have a very good relationship and like to call each other by nicknames.

After school in the afternoon, Xia Qingyang and Cheng Youan went home together, first went to Cheng Youan's house, and told Cheng's mother, Zhang Cuiju, that she wanted to go to the fair, and Cheng's mother readily agreed.She has always felt that her son has been alienated by other children in the village because he has no father. Finally, his son has a good friend. Of course, Mother Cheng likes to see the two children stick together.

When I got home at night, I saw the soles of the eldest son's shoes fell off. Xia's mother Cheng Qiuyue's eyes were red, and she almost couldn't help crying. After thinking about it, I agreed. The next morning, I cooked two hard-boiled eggs for Xia Qingyang and gave him five dollars, "Give one of the eggs to An'an, and I will let Auntie Cuiju buy you a pair of sports for five dollars." Xie, buy some fruit candies for your younger brother, and give An An some rest, you know? When you go to the market, you must follow your Aunt Cuiju carefully, and don’t get lost or go with strangers.” Now There are many kidnappers in this world, Cheng Qiuyue is also a little worried.

Cheng Qiuyue also knew that her family had moved back to her hometown in disgrace from the city. There were a lot of people gossiping and watching the fun in the village, and her two sons didn't have many children to play with in the village. It was rare for Cheng Youan to play with Yang Yang. I am grateful in my heart, but my family is so poor now, the only thing I can take out is my own eggs.

"Understood, Mom, I will obediently follow Aunt Cuiju!" Xia Qingyang obediently carried his small schoolbag, and was about to go to the next door to find Cheng Youan, when suddenly he was bumped by the little fat man rushing over from behind!

"Brother, are you going to Daji? Take me with you, okay?" The little fat man is Xia Qingyang's younger brother Xia Qingmiao. This kid doesn't know what gene he has inherited. He obviously can't even eat white rice in his family now, and he is also a child of corn mush. Pickle, he was as thin as a lightning bolt, but Xia Qingyang, who was four years younger than him, had grown into a chubby little boy. He was the strongest fighter among the children of the same age in the village.

"Miao Miao, your brother is going to buy shoes. When you come back, mom will ask him to buy fruit candy for you." Xia's mother took away the struggling little fat pier. An older son is enough to bother him. Add a little bean Ding, she didn't dare to talk to Cheng's mother anymore.

"Brother, I want orange-flavored fruit candy~~~" A stern order came from the broken brick house, Xia Qingyang chuckled, and ran to the next door with his schoolbag on his back.

Cheng You'an and Cheng's mother had already had breakfast, and Cheng's mother was packing up the shoulder basket with Cheng's grandmother. Cheng's grandmother planted some Jerusalem artichokes behind the house last year. Everyone in the town likes to buy this stuff to make kimchi. This time, Cheng's mother He planned to pick these Jerusalem artichokes and sell them in Daji, and save the money for Cheng Youan's tuition.

Cheng's mother is also a hard-working person. Cheng You'an's father is a lazy bastard. He said he was working outside, and the money he got home for a year was not much, and he spent it all by himself. When Cheng You'an was four years old, Cheng You'an Dad didn't learn how to deal with people outside, and he killed someone by mistake during a group fight, which happened to be severely beaten, and he was immediately sentenced to death.There was a murderer in the village, and the villagers looked at Cheng's family in a wrong way. If Grandma Cheng hadn't always been popular, the life of this family would have been even more difficult.

Even so, with a murderer's father, Cheng You'an's life in the village is not easy. The specific manifestation is that no children dare to play with him anymore. I am a murderer. Who knows if his son will inherit it?

Only Xia Qingyang and Xia Qingmiao, who moved back from outside and lived in the city, did not have so many narrow prejudices, so they could get along with the Cheng family.

Cheng's mother is soft-tempered, and she can't bear the poverty of the family and the criticism from outsiders. If the child is not young, I'm afraid she would have gone to work in the city. This era is not too harsh on women. With her conditions, It is not a problem to find another man while you are young.

Xia Qingyang remembered that in her previous life, Mother Cheng met a peddler who treated her very well when she was going to a big fair in the town, and was encouraged by the peddler to leave with him, and she didn't know how well she would live afterwards.

In this life, looking at the little Zhengtai who was deliciously eating boiled eggs, Xia Qingyang secretly vowed that he must seize the time to think of ways to make money, so that Mother Cheng would not leave her child because she couldn't bear poverty.

I followed Mama Cheng to the foot of the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. The tractor of the village chief’s house had already parked there. The women began to whisper, but after all, for the sake of the children, a small space was vacated for Cheng's mother.

Sitting in the tractor, Xia Qingyang looked at the baskets brought by the villagers. Most of them contained the produce of their own fields, including dried garlic and onions, dried soybeans, mung beans, etc., and old hens And eggs to sell.

Seeing this, Xia Qingyang's eyes dimmed slightly. They had just moved from the city, and they didn't have these things at home. If they wanted to eat, they had to buy them from the village. It was impossible to make money by selling them.

The tractor was belching black smoke. After driving for more than 20 minutes, it finally arrived at the town. Although it was bumpy, it was much more convenient than walking for more than an hour.

We made an appointment to gather at Qiaotou and go home together at [-]:[-] noon, and then dispersed to sell things and run errands.

Mother Cheng first took the two children to the end of the street where agricultural products were bought and sold, and displayed the Jerusalem artichoke heads she brought. She had to sell the things before she could afford to take the children to buy things.

There were a lot of people in the market, and they were worried that their children would get lost. Cheng's mother greeted the business while letting the two children sit beside her. Xia Qingyang was a little anxious, how could he inspect the market while sitting here?