Grandpa is not vegetarian

Mu Yunyi was preoccupied. When he got up the next morning, it was still dark, but he didn't dare to sleep anymore, so as not to miss Uncle Niu's car. water, carefully wash your face.

"Yuanbao, do you still want to go to the county seat?" Gao Yichun asked in a low voice.

"Why did you wake up? Did I make the noise?" Mu Yunyi wiped his face with a clean white cotton cloth, Gao Yichun had already sat up, Mu Yunyi Push him to lie down, "Go to sleep again, I'm afraid I'll miss Uncle Niu's car, then I'll have to run to the city."

Gao Yichun stretched out his hand from under the quilt, grabbed Mu Yunyi's cold hand, and covered it under it: "Yuan Bao, what did you do to earn money in the county?"

Mu Yunyi thought for a while: "It's just telling stories to others, just like storytelling, but it must be funny, and then everyone will give money."

Gao Yichun's black grape-like eyes began to darken, and he whispered in a crying voice: "It's because I can't bear it, I want you to go out and beg for others, I..." After speaking, he choked up.

"Oh, don't cry, I'm fine, really, and I'm not a beggar, but like Pingshu, who eats according to his ability, does Mr. Pingshu know? I've asked many people, and Mr. Pingshu is very knowledgeable. In terms of status, people will call me Mr. Little from now on. Be good, don’t cry.” Mu Yunyi’s mental age is 20 years old, and seeing such a child blame himself for not taking good care of himself, a surge of emotion surged in his heart With an indescribable feeling, he coaxed Gao Yichun, "Don't cry, the rooster is crowing outside, I left at this time yesterday, don't rush too late, your foot is injured, take care of it at home, and I will take care of it at night. I'll bring you back something delicious."

After he finished speaking, he kissed Gao Yichun on the forehead: "Hey, I'm leaving, see you tonight!"

Until he left the room, Gao Yichun buried his face in the pillow, weeping sobbingly.

When he arrived in the city, he found the place yesterday. This time he deliberately moved a foot to the west, farther away from the front of Yueran Tea House. Small jokes, chatting with the audience, after gathering 50 or [-] people, I started to say the opening poem and stand-up comedy.

Today he is still talking about the classic work "Fighting Skills" by Mr. Liu Baorui, the king of stand-up comedy. A pot of tea and a box of snacks were given to him. Mu Yunyi only drank a cup of tea, and continued to talk. He talked about Gao's family, but he didn't tell all the disgusting things about Gao's family. He only said that in order to blackmail his family members, Gao's family picked him up the first night and gave him a household registration the next day. , has also attracted a lot of discussion.

He decided to reveal a little about the Gao family's affairs every day, so that it can be cultivated repeatedly for a long time, so that everyone can get used to the crimes of the Gao family, and it can also win sympathy and earn more money.

Today, because of the long talk, I asked for money twice, and I got a total of 73 copper coins. The result exceeded my initial expectations. Adding the remaining five coins from yesterday, I got a total of 78 copper coins.

At noon, there are four steamed stuffed buns. I originally wanted to buy some meat buns to take home with me, but I thought the weather was getting colder every day, and I had to prepare winter clothes and cotton shoes for three people, and the bedding at home, as well as the air-leakage The window paper also had to be replaced and repaired, otherwise, the three of them would have to hug each other tightly under the quilt to keep warm in the cold winter of March [-]th.

So I only bought three steamed buns and six steamed buns with plain stuffing, and took out another twenty cash for the rest of the money to buy a full set of colored thread, embroidery needles, tents, etc., and a large bag of various bits and pieces of cloth.

Mu Yunyi calculated that there will be less than a month between now and the beginning of winter. The weather is getting colder and colder, and he has too many things to buy. Calculating ten words is still not enough, we must find another way.

He came to the county every day, and spent nearly eight hours in the bullock cart every day. It was a pity to waste it, and he had to make good use of it.When Mu Yunyi was in school, he had three great skills. The first was painting, the second was calligraphy, and the third was embroidery. Painting was a major course, calligraphy was a hobby, and embroidery was an elective course. He was also quite interested in it. , I have studied it for a long time, and I once embroidered the entire "Last Supper", but was forced to go by the professor obsessed with traditional art, which caused a sensation in the school at that time.

When going back at night, Mu Yunyi sat on the bullock cart, picked out the suitable cloth head, chatted with the bull boss without saying a word, and began to embroider things with needles and threads. Now the conditions are limited, and big things can’t be done. He decided to start from Start with the purse.

He first made a simple lucky bag-shaped purse out of red silk, with a lining inside, and a simple official script blessing word embroidered with gold thread on the outside. The pink silk sash, he took a look at it in his hand, and thought it was pretty good. After lunch today, he specially looked at other purse sellers in Dongshi. Boring, Mu Yunyi consciously can't compare with the legendary masters of Su embroidery and Shu embroidery, but he will never be compared with a group of rural women in remote counties, Chai Heniu.

He fiddled with it for a while, then handed the purse to Boss Niu: "Uncle, what do you think of my purse?"

Boss Niu was curious about it just now, and this time he held it in his hand, he sighed in admiration: "You are such a skillful doll, there is no other daughter-in-law in ten villages and eight stores with your skills. Who did you learn from?"

Embroidery belongs to the class of female reds. In ancient times, only women could learn it. Cooking and needlework are essential skills for women. Even in farmyards, girls of old age have to find someone to teach, otherwise it will be difficult to find someone in the future, and If a boy learns this, he will be ridiculed by others. It is really shameful for a man to do a woman's job in the eyes of the world.

Through these two days of conversation, Boss Niu also saw that Mu Yunyi's original family must be rich and powerful. It is normal for a young master like that to teach him how to read and write. Even the people in the crop yard did not do this.

Mu Yunyi hesitated to think about it: "I can't remember either. Anyway, I saw someone selling purses in the market today, so I thought I could do it too. No, I bought a needle and thread and tried it, and I really made it. By the way, Uncle Niu, why didn't I see you with your purse?"

Boss Niu laughed and handed back the purse: "The purse is for the fastidious people in the city. With my face, I don't deserve it."

"Uncle, you are joking. Is this purse divided into belts or not? People who pay attention to it just wear tassels and adorn some pearls and jade. I think the uncle who is selling charcoal across from you today also carries a purse to pack silver." Woolen cloth."

Boss Niu laughed even louder: "Don't talk about it, Lao Bao's purse was originally made for him by his mother-in-law. It's just a pocket made of two pieces of blue cloth. When it was just made last year, it was still showing off to us. Now you Look at it again, it’s so black it’s been scooped out of ink.”

Mu Yunyi pushed the purse back: "Uncle, thanks to your old man's care, you are willing to take me into the city. This purse is my first work. Although there are still many flaws, it is of great significance. I will give it to you. But Don't refuse, or I will jump out of the car now and walk back by myself, and I will never be ashamed to be your car again."

Boss Niu smiled wryly: "You made this thing to sell money, right? Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, but if I take it back, your aunt will definitely suspect that it was given by a girl, so why don't you make a fuss for me?" When the Buddha ascends to heaven, there will be no rest days."

Mu Yunyi thought for a while, took the purse back, took out the gold thread, and embroidered a row of small characters on the north side: Kid Yunyi gave it to Uncle Niu.

"It's okay this time, I gave you this thing, and you will know when you go home and show it to Aunt Niu."

Boss Niu smiled wryly again: "Your aunt can't read." He fiddled with his purse, "What did you write?"

Mu Yunyi supported his forehead: "Is there no one in your family who can read? I heard from Brother Yichun that your family's Wulang reads."

"Little Wu can read, well, I'll accept it. From now on, you can sit in Uncle's car without worrying about paying for the car."

Mu Yunyi was afraid that he would say that Aunt Niu would think that Niu Xiaowu was in collusion with Uncle Niu. If that was the case, he would have no choice but to go to the door to deliver it. Seeing that Uncle Niu accepted it, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that scholars in this era have a high status in society and in the family, even if Aunt Niu dared to play tricks with her husband , but Niu Wulang is willing to listen to what he says.

Mu Yunyi made purses and didn't plan to sell them at the stalls in Dongshi. He didn't have the conditions to set up a stall. If he sold it directly to other stall owners, the price would be very low. He wanted to sell it while he was talking about cross talk. Whether to sell it well, or treat it as a prize and give it away in a lottery, he hasn't made up his mind yet, but no matter what, he still has to make the purse first before he can think about anything else.

When they got home, it was already dark, and Mu Yunyi made four purses, with light blue silk cloth on the outside, lining on the inside, and gold thread binding. This little poem is both beautiful and elegant, very high-end and elegant. Although it is not as fine as his embroidery paintings, it is much better than those sold in the market. Compared with those on the market, Mu Yunyi feels that it is priced Thirty Wen can also be sold!

Seeing the sun starting to set, Mu Yunyi was afraid of hurting his eyes, so he stopped working, put away all his things, stuffed them all into the "treasure bag" he bought yesterday, held it in his arms, and faced the golden Sitting on the bullock cart in the sunset, thinking about things.