An Ziqi's ancient life

An Ziqi pulled An Zimin out of the alley, and first found a small restaurant, intending to scare An Zimin.

"Boss, I want four meat buns, two bowls of broth, and a plate of braised pork slices." An Ziqi directly pulled An Zimin to find an empty table and sat down.

"Okay! Meat buns cost three cents a piece, a bowl of broth costs one cent, and a plate of stewed meat costs five cents. The total is nineteen cents." The boss wiped his hands on the snow-white towel on his shoulders, and quickly brought what An Ziqi asked for. come up.

An Ziqi counted nineteen copper coins and handed them to the boss.

"Zi Min, why don't you eat?" An Ziqi watched An Zimin lightly, but refused to eat, a little strange.

"Brother... just the two of us, don't need to eat so much." An Zimin squeezed his hands nervously.He has never been in the town to play, nor has he eaten such "exquisite" food, so he feels afraid to eat it.

An Ziqi could easily see through him. During An Zimin's seven-year-old life, everyone in the An family had instilled in him good things that they couldn't eat and didn't deserve to eat. As a result, An Zimin would hesitate now when he had the chance.

"Eat! These meat buns are delicious!" An Ziqi picked up a bun and put it on An Zimin's plate, then took one himself, and bit down.The meat stuffing in the steamed stuffed bun was exposed all of a sudden, and the fragrance also wafted out.

An Zimin swallowed her saliva, and finally reached out, picked up the bun, imitating An Ziqi, and bit down in one bite.An Zimin couldn't wait to chew a few times, swallowed it, and showed a satisfied smile.

An Ziqi was saddened to see it. White bread is actually something that An Zimin has heard of!Settling down to a house is too much.

"Brother! It's delicious." An Zimin smiled at An Ziqi.

"Of course," An Ziqi nodded, "We'll bring it to Dad and the others when we go back."

"it is good!"

"Come on, have a braised pork slice." An Ziqi picked it up for An Zimin and fed it to An Zimin's mouth.

An Ziqi thought of the steamed stuffed bun given by Mrs. Qian last time, it seemed that when he just found out about his mother's accident, he didn't know where to throw it in the confusion, and he didn't see it afterwards.

After An Zimin finished eating a steamed stuffed bun and drank half a bowl of soup, he began to rub his stomach. He had eaten candied people and candied haws before, and his stomach couldn't hold it anymore.

An Ziqi was really hungry, he ate two meat buns in a few mouthfuls, ate half of the braised pork slices, finished the soup in one gulp, and burped in satisfaction.

An Zimin stared behind An Ziqi in a daze.Suddenly, An Zimin stood up, grabbed the last bun, and walked behind him.

"Zi Min?" An Ziqi watched An Zimin go back, An Ziqi turned around and saw a dirty child standing there, looking longingly at the people who were eating.The child was dressed in a servant's uniform, and his face was so dazzled that he couldn't tell what he looked like.Although he looked very hungry, he didn't pounce on him to beg for food.Is it a runaway slave from a rich family?

"Here you eat!" An Zimin handed the bun to the child.The child stared blankly at An Zimin and the bun in his hand.

"Take it!" An Zimin pouted.

The child finally took the bun and said thank you blankly.Then he ate the steamed stuffed bun in a few quick bites, and looked at An Zimin again.

"Are you still hungry?" An Zimin frowned.

The kid nodded.

An Zimin looked at An Ziqi, his little face was full of pleading.

An Ziqi sighed. He was used to such situations in the last days, and he no longer had the kindness of An Zimin in his heart. However, he would not stop An Zimin, and he could still help within his ability.

An Ziqi spent four Wen to buy two white flour steamed buns, and ordered a bowl of vegetarian soup for free.

"If you've been hungry for a long time, don't get greasy, and don't eat too much, your stomach will be broken." An Ziqi beckoned An Zimin to bring the child over to eat, and he ate up the rest of the food on the table.

The child finished eating quickly, and bowed to An Ziqi and the others in a dignified manner, "Thank you for your benevolence, Xiaosheng is very grateful."

An Ziqi looked at this child who was about the same age as An Zimin saluting like an adult, and felt a little funny. "You don't have to thank us, kids, let's go home quickly!"

After finishing speaking, An Ziqi asked the boss to pack ten meat buns, wrapped them in oiled paper, and prepared to take them home.Then he left with An Zimin.

This time, An Ziqi went to Jinxiutang first. Jinxiutang sells many kinds of cloth. An Ziqi wanted to add new clothes to his family. He also wanted to make his inners. The inners he was wearing now were all short.

An Ziqi chose two bolts of navy blue cotton cloth, two bolts of moon-white cotton cloth, and two bolts of snow-white silk. Although silk is expensive, it is comfortable to use as an inner garment!I also picked out some pieces of silk, satin, and silk in different colors for Zhao and An Ziqin. These are cloth heads, cheap and beautiful, and I used them to make handkerchiefs and shoe uppers for them.Cotton cloth costs four hundred cash a piece, and silk costs six hundred cash a piece. An Ziqi spent a total of two to three silver coins. After thinking about it, he added two bolts of fine white cotton and a few catties of cotton. His quilts were hard. It's not very warm anymore, so it's time to change it.Spend another one or two dollars.In the end, I bought a bunch of colored threads with ten Wen coins, and it seemed that Zhao's thread had run out.

After buying the cloth, An Ziqi asked for a long hemp rope, wrapped the cloth in a bundle of cotton, and carried it out under the strange eyes of others.

An Zimin followed An Ziqi through the market, An Ziqi didn't think there was anything wrong, but An Zimin felt it was strange.

"Brother, isn't the cloth heavy?" An Zimin finally asked.

"It's not heavy, it's only so light, it won't overwhelm your brother." An Ziqi was full of pride.

"Brother..." An Zimin whispered, "A lot of people are watching us!"

"It's because your brother is handsome, they only saw it." An Ziqi continued to walk forward with the big bag, and he still had to go to the grocery store.

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In the end, An Ziqi still didn't go to the grocery store first, because there were too many people on the street watching him point and point!Isn't it just a few bolts of cloth?Why all the fuss.In the eyes of others, it is just a child with a big fart, holding a huge mountain bag and struggling to move. It is really a torment for a child. What kind of adult does not love his own child!

An Ziqi didn't want others to watch the monkey show, so he moved the things to Jisheng Hall first, and asked the little guy to watch it for him.An Zimin also stayed behind to keep things.

Then he went to West Street, which is a place for buying and selling livestock. Taking advantage of the money, An Ziqi wanted to buy a bullock cart.

The West Street was still crowded with people, and there were cattle, horses, donkeys and mules. An Ziqi only wanted to buy a strong cow, so he decided to buy the land with the rest of the money, and he couldn't afford anything without a cow.

After looking at several cows, each of which cost more than seven taels of silver, An Ziqi didn't like it. He always felt that the cattle raised by these cattle dealers were not healthy enough or strong enough.The cattle dealer saw that he was just a child, so he didn't pay much attention to him. An Ziqi was happy to watch him slowly.

"My lord, you see, my cow looks so sick and weak only because it gave birth to a calf and hurt her body. As long as it is well-raised, it will definitely be a good laborer!" A distressed young man He pleaded bitterly to a rich middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took a critical look at the cow he was pulling, "Your cow is injured, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to have another calf in the future, and it's so thin now, I'm afraid it can't even pull the plow stick." If it moves, in my opinion, two liang of silver is almost enough."

"Two taels!" The young man almost jumped up, "Grandpa, there are too few two taels! My family is in urgent need, so I came to sell cattle! How can farmers be willing to sell strong labor! My family really needs money urgently!"

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes, "Two taels, no more. Look at the street, who else would buy your sick cow? It's impossible for a sick cow to get on with that one-month-old calf." It's worth eight taels of silver! Why don't you pass a note to the government office, killing cattle and selling meat!"

"No way! The big flower has been with my family for so many years. I watched it grow up. How can I be willing to kill it and sell it for meat!" The young man cried with his arms around the cow's neck. really deep.

"Ask and see, who else here can offer a higher price than me, and whoever offers the highest price, I will let him!" The middle-aged man said loudly.

Indeed, everyone buys cows for the purpose of adding a strong labor force, and will never spend a lot of money to buy a sick cow back. Although the young cow is in the prime of life, it is skinny and looks like it is dying Look, no one would buy a dying cow back, isn't that looking for bad luck?

An Ziqi guessed that this middle-aged man didn't intend to treat the cattle well, and he probably planned to sell the cattle by selling them. The Daxing Dynasty attached great importance to farming, and the cattle could not be killed casually, unless they took a note to report and killed the cattle privately. There will be lawsuits.So although beef is available, it is a precious product that ordinary people cannot eat.An Ziqi guessed that although this cow lost a lot of weight due to illness, selling the meat would definitely be worth more than four taels of silver.

"Folks, who wants to buy my big flower? Buy it back! Big flower is very docile, hardworking and hardworking! I beg you!" The young man knelt down and kowtowed to everyone. He couldn't bear it and sympathized with him, but no one was willing to take over this stall.After all, getting the note that allows the slaughter of cattle also requires connections.

"Look, there's no one there! I'll take two taels of silver away." The middle-aged man wanted to pull the rein of the cow.

The cow took a step back, and An Ziqi saw the same scrawny calf behind it. The cow lowered her head and hugged the calf, probably aware of her future destiny, and wanted to let the calf go with the young man.But the calf refused to move, mooed, and refused to leave no matter what.The middle-aged man got impatient, pulled the reins, threw two taels of silver to the kowtowing young man, and wanted to leave after pulling the cow.

This time the cow followed the middle-aged man, but the cow’s eyes were filled with tears. The calf still stumbled to follow it, but was kicked away by the cow. The calf fell to the ground, unable to get up, so he had to An Ziqi's heart was touched by the miserable cry.

"Wait! I'll pay eight taels of silver for this cow." An Ziqi stopped the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face sank, "Boy, don't block the way, this cow belongs to the master."

"Just now you clearly said that if someone bids more than you, you will give it up to whomever you want. Now that I bid more than you, don't you want to admit it? There are so many people watching!" An Ziqi pointed to the crowd around him.

"Yes! Yes! Huang Laosan, didn't you say it? We all heard it!" The people around him booed, obviously someone knew him.

Huang Laosan twitched, "As long as he can afford the money, it doesn't matter." He didn't believe that a baby boy could afford so much money.

An Ziqi slowly took out eight taels of silver from his sleeve, and handed it to the young man on the ground.

The young man was overjoyed, "Master, these two cows are yours! Please treat them well." He kowtowed after finishing speaking.

An Ziqi nodded.

Huang Laosan's face was red and pale, he threw the rein, snatched the silver from the young man, and rushed away angrily.