Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

It snowed a few days ago, and the road from Shuanggui Village to the town became more and more difficult to walk.However, Liu Qi seemed to have already mastered the way. Although the road had been covered with snow, the ox cart was still moving steadily.

However, it was indeed cold enough this day. After sitting for not long, Mo Xian was glad that he and Senior Brother Qi wiped their hands with medicated oil before going out. Brother must be frozen to death.

But even so, Seventh Senior Brother's face was obviously a little ugly now, Mo Xian frowned, turned around and took out a leather water bag from the back basket.

"Take a couple of sips to warm up your body." Seventh Brother didn't refuse, after all, he was indeed cold.After unscrewing the stopper, the smell of alcohol instantly rushed into his nose, Senior Brother Seven couldn't help but sneezed on the side of his head, "What a strong wine."

"Warm up with strong wine." Mo Xian pushed the skin bag again, signaling him to drink quickly.

Senior Seventh Brother nodded, and poured a small mouthful of it into his mouth while holding the skin bag.The strong wine was as spicy as swallowing ginger, almost causing Brother Seven to spit it out.But in the end, he held back and swallowed it into his stomach.All of a sudden, a raging fire burned the whole body.

He let out a breath slowly, but Seventh Senior Brother did not exchange the wine bag to Mo Xian, but turned half sideways and greeted Liu Qi: "Brother Seven, you are tired from driving, drink some wine to warm up."

"Okay! Thank you!" Liu Qi simply took the wine bag and poured it with his head raised!

Because of the angle, Mo Xian and Seventh Senior Brother didn't see his face after drinking, but after half a cup of tea, Liu Qimo didn't even squeak when he spoke.

Fortunately, the ox pulling the cart is an old ox who knows the way, otherwise, maybe someone even took the cart and dragged them all into the ditch...

"Cool----!!! Hahahaha!" Just when Mo Xian and Senior Brother Qi were worried about Liu Qi, fearing that something would happen to the old brother, Liu Qi suddenly yelled, and then burst out laughing.

"Brother Ouyang, your wine is really..." Liu Qi turned around and threw the wine bag back with a smile.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Liu Qi, who used to be like an old farmer, now has a straight back and a bright face. Although his appearance is still not handsome, he has a heroic spirit.

"If Brother Liu Qi likes it, then I will give this bag of wine to my brother."

"Oh?" Liu Qi's eyes lit up, obviously he liked this wine very much, but he looked at Senior Brother Qi - obviously he also knew that this wine was used by Mo Xian to keep warm on the road.

"Little brother brought an extra bag." The ragged-looking pannier came out this time, but Mo Xian stuffed a lot of "treasures" in it.

"Then old brother, I will be disrespectful." Liu Qi smiled, unscrewed the bag and took another sip, this time it was a small sip.After swallowing the wine, Liu Qi took a breath of cool air, and finally focused on driving the car.

At the beginning, Mo Xian was a little worried that Liu Qi would drink too much when he saw Lie Xinxi - although it was a bullock cart, accidents would happen if he drank and drove.Simply, until they arrived at Hongshi Town, Liu Qi didn't drink anymore.It's just that after entering the town, tell them to wait for him in the tea shed at the gate of the city after shopping.

As for the rendezvous time, it is uncertain.Because Liu Qi was also going to the market to buy things, at least he had to wait until noon, and he had to leave around Shen Shi.No matter how slowly Mo Xian and Seventh Senior Brother went shopping, they would have sold out by then.

After the two parties parted ways, Senior Brother Qi watched Liu Qi gradually disappear into the crowd driving the ox cart, and couldn't help but said, "You and I really live in an amazing village."

Brother Qi asked himself that although his martial arts were not too strong, they were not too bad either, but he was so cold all the way that Mo Xian could see that something was wrong.Liu Qi, who was originally thought to be the most ordinary in the village, seemed to have nothing to do, obviously hiding something deep.

"The two of us are talking about others here, maybe they are also talking about us behind our backs."

Senior Brother Seven paused, and nodded with a smile: "That's true. I was just being overwhelmed just now, and I just lived. Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite..."

"Our family scriptures are easy to read." Mo Xian protested softly.

"Well, it's quite easy to read." Seventh Senior Brother glanced at him, nodded, and his face, which was gloomy due to some emotions, immediately became clear.

So Mo Xian also laughed, and the two of them held hands... Mo Xian intended to hold hands, but was slapped away by Brother Seven... In short, it was their first time to go to the market.

The market in the town is not small, but of course it is not too big, after all, it is just an ancient town.But as Zhao Wuye said, now that winter is slack, and the Chinese New Year is about to come, people from all over the world come to the market to sell and buy goods.

Before taking two steps, Mo Xian saw the must-eat candied haws in ancient times.A peddler held a stick tied with wormwood, with dense red candied haws tied on it, and yelled loudly, squeezing through the crowd.In this season when the color is relatively darker, the red is really eye-catching.

"Do you want to eat?" Mo Xian looked at it twice and turned to ask Senior Brother Qi.

"It's not..." Originally, I wanted to say "It's not a child", but Brother Qi suddenly recalled Mo Xian's experience—he...hasn't eaten candied haws? "Okay, remember to pick two big ones."

"Yeah." Mo Xian nodded, and chased after the high-raised candied haws with some joy.

Brother Seven is right, Mo Xian has never eaten candied haws, not only in this ancient life, but also in his previous life.The mother who firmly believed that "a filial son is born under the stick", since Mo Xian became sensible, no longer gave him any rewards, whether it was spiritual or material.

Although the candied haws are small, they are obviously included in the "exaggerated" and unnecessary needs. If Mo Xian asks for it from his mother, all he gets is a belt or even a stick.

But now that he was with Seventh Senior Brother, Mo Xian felt that maybe...he could act like a baby.

After a while, Mo Xian rushed back holding two candied haws.As for the two poor pheasants whose feet were tied and held in his hands, they were now hung on his arms, flopping back and forth with his movements.

So the two big men swaggered through the crowded market holding candied haws.People in the past looked at them like prodigal sons and fools - after all, for ordinary farmers nowadays, spending money on these snacks that can't fill their stomachs is indeed a prodigal behavior!

But of course Mo Xian didn't care about other people's eyes. In fact, he was so slow that he didn't even pay attention to how others looked at him.

Seventh Senior Brother was a bit embarrassed, but since Mo Xian was enjoying his meal now, he gradually thought about it and let go - now that he lives only for this person beside him, why should he wrong himself because of the eyes of others? What about wronging him?

So they walked around in a big way, the two of them didn't buy anything else, they just bought food.

One pheasant was exchanged for half a basket of dried red dates, the other pheasant was exchanged for two large pieces of maltose over an inch thick plus two large pieces of stove sugar, and the other pheasant was exchanged for a small bag of hawthorn. Seven told them, don't sell the things you bring, if you can't sell them for a good price, it's better to exchange them with others.

In fact, most of the people who come here to set up stalls, although they receive money, prefer to exchange directly.

Mo Xian also saw the oil seller in ancient times. It was really like the book said, the old man could use a large ladle to scoop water, and pour the oil into the mouth of a gourd the size of chopsticks without leaking.Even Mo Xian didn't think he could do this skill.But for Mo Xian, appreciating special skills is more important than buying oil.

So eighteen coins, two full oil gourds were put into the box.Mo Xian sighed once again, money in this era is really valuable...

Passing by the butcher's shop, Mo Xian originally walked by directly, but Seventh Senior Brother stopped: "Xiao Mo, buy a pig's head."

Seventh senior brother never wanted money, so now the money is naturally placed on Mo Xian.

"Buy a pig's head?" Mo Xian was a little embarrassed, "Senior brother likes to eat pig's head? Pig's ear? Pig's nose? Pig's tongue? Or pig's brain?"

"What pig brains, pig tongues? Pig heads are for ancestor worship."

So Mo Xian suddenly realized that he had forgotten that worshiping ancestors during the Chinese New Year is the highlight of the Chinese New Year.And although there is still nearly a month left until the Chinese New Year, anyway, it is cold in winter now, and a basin of water will freeze to ice in less than two hours, which is better than a refrigerator. If you buy a pig’s head and face the outside, it is not afraid of damage. .

The butcher in the butcher shop and the two little apprentices who were helping him were also like the novel said, with big arms and round waists covered in oil, and when they saw a visitor coming in, they immediately put on a smile, very ferocious...

But the butcher didn't slaughter the customers, he picked the biggest pig's head for them, but the price was not high, and although he spoke in a low voice, his words were kind.

In the end, Mo Xian saw that the meat here was really good, so he simply bought a few more catties of meat and half a rib, so the butcher smiled even more ferociously~ When cutting the meat, he deliberately wanted to cut the most meat with Mo Xian Fat - after all, the most important thing to eat meat these days is oil and water, so the fatter the meat, the better.Mo Xian hurriedly said no, and picked some fat and thin ones, as well as pure lean meat ones.

But the butcher felt that he had taken advantage of Mo Xian, and gave Mo Xian two big elbows.

Mo Xian 囧, Seventh Senior Brother snickered beside him.

When the butcher wrapped the meat, Mo Xian saw that half of the animals on the cutting board didn't look like pigs: "You still sell sheep here?"

"Guest officer, do you still want a sheep's head?" The butcher immediately picked up the knife, not as if he was calling to sell meat, but as if he was going to kill people for money.

"No sheep's head, no sheep's head." Seeing that the butcher was about to head towards the backyard with a butcher's knife, Mo Xian hurriedly stopped him, "Just two legs of lamb are fine."

"Oh! The guest officer wait a moment!"

A while later, Tu Zi came with the leg of lamb, and helped Mo Xian wrap it together.But during the process, Tu Zi stuffed two pieces of pork liver and two laps of washed pig intestines for Mo Xian on the grounds that Mo Xian was a big guest.

When they came out of the shop, the baskets of both of them were already full.Mo Xian's only regret is that there are no beef cattle specially used for food these days. All the cattle are used to pull carts on the plow and work, and they are registered in the yamen. It should be said that cattle are more valuable than people.

And the farmers raised more emotions in raising cattle, just like the cow in Liu Qi’s family. Aunt Liu Qi said that if the old cow died, she would not kill it for meat, but would just bury it safely. .

So Mo Xian will not want to eat beef for a long time...

The two did not leave just then, but continued to buy some things for the New Year.

Stove King paintings, big red paper, incense candles, New Year pictures...

In short, when they found the tea shed with their things, Liu Qi who had been waiting there almost didn't recognize the two of them—they were suppressed by things.

Sitting dreadfully on the bullock cart returning home, Mo Xian looked at the red paper and asked curiously: "Brother, I only bought red paper, can you cut window grilles?"

"No... But we can try to cut it together."

After listening to the beginning, Mo Xian originally planned, but now that he knew the way, he would come to the town to buy the cut window grilles by himself in a few days.But after listening to it again, they immediately had no other plans—the home is their own home, so they naturally have to decorate it by themselves, and cutting window grilles is nothing more than cutting window grilles~