Nongmen eldest sister: Farming and opening shops

Chapter 5 Meeting Aunt Yu

Early the next morning, before dawn, Lin Qinghe got up, looked at her sister beside her, pressed the quilt for her, and then went into the kitchen.

She moved very quickly, and within a short time, she cooked a pot of porridge and posted a few pancakes.

She ate a bowl of porridge herself, wrapped a pancake in a handkerchief and put it in her bosom, then went to the yard.

Hearing the movement, Lin Qingsong also got up, walked into the yard and saw Lin Qinghe was carrying a load of firewood and was about to go out.

"Elder Sister, are you leaving now?" He looked up at the sky, it was only dim, his eyes were not good, he might not be able to see the road under his feet clearly, it was too early.

"It's just in time for you to wake up. I've already cooked porridge in the kitchen. You guys will eat it in a while. I'll save the pancakes for lunch. I have to leave quickly so I can come back sooner." After explaining, she carried the firewood. He went out.

Lin Qingsong stood at the door, staring fixedly at the direction she was going away for a long time before closing the courtyard door, and then began to practice boxing in the courtyard.

This is what his father taught them when he was around. He has been practicing since he was three years old. After practicing for so many years, he has already memorized it by heart. Even if no one is watching, he can skillfully fight from beginning to end.

Lin Qinghe carried the firewood and kept on the road all the way. From the beginning of the day when the sky was dim, until the day became brighter, people could be seen along the way. She walked and rested, and her speed was not slow.

Everyone who saw her on the road showed surprise eyes. If they saw a grown man carrying such a load of firewood, no one would think anything of it, but she is a little girl, and such a load of firewood is not light. But she walks lightly, and I have to praise, the little girl is really strong.

There was almost no time wasted along the way. When the sun was high above the head, I finally entered the city gate. I was familiar with the county town, and I was very purposeful. I walked all the way to the place where firewood was sold.

When the burden was placed on the ground, she had time to look up and look around, and found five or six firewood sellers, all of them were middle-aged men, and she and a little girl were among them, which was particularly conspicuous.

This is a corner of the market. Not far away is a place where vegetables and meat are sold, but it is very lively with people coming and going. Their corner is deserted. Only those in need will look here. Take a look.

Not long after, a strong woman in her forties came over, her eyes fixed on a few bundles of firewood.

Seeing someone approaching, the men who were sitting next to him or leaning against the wall cheered up and looked at the woman expectantly.

She stopped in front of a man's firewood and asked, "How do you sell this firewood?"

The man chuckled: "Ma'am, my firewood costs seven cents. You see, my firewood is drier than other people's firewood, so it's good for burning fire."

The woman looked at it and nodded: "It's just that the price is a bit expensive, usually it's five yuan a load."

"It's not expensive. I picked it out from the village and went out before dawn. It was very hard."

"It's not from a wealthy family, who doesn't work hard, why do you work hard." The woman turned her head away as she said, obviously not listening to this rhetoric.

It was only when I turned my head that I found that there was a little girl who was selling firewood next to me. She was a little surprised and said, "Little girl, are you also a firewood seller? Who picked this for you?" !"

Lin Qinghe asked, and then smiled: "No one helped, I picked it myself."

The woman was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, then she looked at her firewood and found that the firewood was also very dry, so she asked, "How much is your firewood?"

"Five Wen." She knew the market, a load of firewood was five Wen. That Gao Liangwen just now was a bit greedy, but if someone bought it, it would be a profit.

"You little girl is fair, I want this firewood, help me pick it back!"

"Okay, thank you, auntie." Lin Qinghe replied crisply.

Selling firewood requires a door-to-door service, and it’s not bad after such a long journey. She readily took up the burden and followed the woman.

The woman has a cheerful personality, and she talked to her all the way: "My family has opened a shop selling tofu, and the family needs more firewood. If you have more firewood, send it to my shop."

People who have lived for dozens of years and have seen many people, even if they don't ask, they can probably see the situation of this little girl. If there are other adults in the family, she can't let a little girl out to sell firewood. Just now the man said it was hard work, what did he call it hard work, this little girl was called hard work.

When Lin Qinghe heard this, she could still have such a good thing, but it saved her time in selling firewood, so she immediately agreed: "Thank you, aunt."

"If you don't say thank you, it's because you have a fair price, and firewood is good. You are an honest person. I just need it in my shop. You can send it to me directly, which saves me going to buy it every day."

The woman led her all the way to the backyard, and Lin Qinghe helped put the firewood away.

"My maiden name is Yu, so you can call me Aunt Yu." The woman counted out five Wen and handed it to her.

Lin Qinghe took the money and put it in his purse: "Thank you, Aunt Yu, I just saw that the business in the shop is very good, and there are people coming and going."

Aunt Yu smiled: "The business is indeed going well, and it is all taken care of by the neighbors around, but it is hard to say about this business, sometimes it is done less, it is not enough to sell, and those who have not bought tofu are not happy. I'm happy, but let's make more, and no one buys it, and this tofu has not been put away, and my family can't eat it, so it's spoiled, hey, why am I telling you a little girl about this!"

Lin Qinghe listened thoughtfully, and said that this tofu is not spoiled. If you can't eat it, you can make it into moldy tofu, and the taste is not bad.

She has never made this kind of moldy tofu, but she knows how to make it. She can try it. Even if it is the first time to make it, it will not be bad. It's okay to be fresh.

Thinking so in her heart, she immediately put the five cents in her purse that hadn't been warmed by her, and was taken out again.

"Aunt Yu, I bought tofu for five Wen."

Not wanting to hear such a sound, Aunt Yu was a little surprised and said: "I bought so much, can I finish it, if I can't eat it, I will spoil it."

"Don't worry, Aunt Yu, it won't be broken."

"Okay, there are two pieces of tofu for one penny, and you can buy ten yuan for five pennies. The aunt has a relationship with you, so I will give you two pieces of tofu to eat, a total of 12 yuan." She said, moving briskly with leaves. Wrap the tofu, put it in a basket, and lift the basket to her.

"You take this basket and use it first, and you can just return it to me next time you go to the city."

"Then thank you, auntie." She was worried that she had nothing to pack.

(End of this chapter)