In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Chapter 39
There are quite a few stalls in the market, and almost all the brigades under the jurisdiction of the commune occupy a place here. Everyone agrees to fix a position, including the things they sell, and try to be as different as possible to avoid disputes.

The stall is quite large, and the team sent a few people to look after it. There are more people going to the market, especially since there is not much work in the field right now, why don't they all come out to join in the fun?At a glance, they are all skinny people, no matter men, women, old or young, all wearing black or navy blue patched cotton padded clothes. This scene should make people feel depressing, but the simple and easily satisfied smiles on each face are also Gives hope and warmth.

Song Hongguo had visited the busiest shopping malls in her previous life, but she was not as excited as she is now.

"Host, don't forget to shoot!" The system popped up to remind.

Song Hongguo clicked casually, and couldn't wait to go straight over. The first stall sold all kinds of rough pottery utensils, including jars for pickled vegetables, dark brown, of different sizes, and jars for seasonings, which were clumsy in shape. Pu, there are also casserole pots of various sizes, khaki amphora, with long handles for boiling medicine, and a dark gray pot-bellied casserole. In addition, there are clay pots and bowls, some glazed, some The rough ones, with different prices, are all placed on torn sackcloth for people to choose from.

Song Hongguo's eyes lit up, she really wanted to buy it, what should I do?Maybe she saw a lot of exquisite utensils in her previous life. She returned to the basics in terms of aesthetics, and was particularly interested in this kind of handmade things. Rough is a bit rough, but unpretentious and full of soul.

Seeing that she couldn't move her legs, Ling Zhi started to worry. He didn't object to buying things, but seeing her posture, he wanted to vacate the place, so he had to remind in a low voice, "You bought too much, and we can't take it move."

At this moment, Song Hongguo had already placed a bunch of plates and bowls in front of him, of various sizes, with khaki-yellow sides and a circle of dark brown glaze around them. Hearing Ling Zhi's words, she frowned in confusion, which set to put down? I'm not willing to part with it, and I haven't chosen the pots and jars yet, and I was thinking about whether to send the luggage to the old house before killing me, when I heard, "Cousin!"

When Song Hongguo heard the sound and looked over, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, well, don't worry about it now.

Zhao Zhenhua is pushing a floor cart. The wooden car body is two meters long and can hold a lot of things. At the moment, only his son Man Yuan is sitting on it. The little guy is eight years old this year. The mouth is sticky with a sweet potato stick.

Sun Shuhong, Zhao Zhenhua's daughter-in-law who followed behind her, wore a cotton-padded jacket with white flowers on a blue background, neat short hair, slightly dark skin, but a pair of protruding phoenix eyes, and her slightly plain appearance gave off a bit of eagerness. She loves to laugh, which makes it easier for people to have a good impression.

"Cousin, cousin, are you here too?" Song Hongguo greeted the two of them, and then asked, "What do you want to buy?"

Zhao Zhenhua smiled and said, "What can we buy? Isn't this welcoming you?"

"Ok?"

"Father is afraid that you have brought too many things and you can't move them in one trip, so let me pick them up with a cart. How about it? Is there any luggage in the guest house?"

Song Hongguo shook her head, "I brought them all out, but I still have to trouble my cousin later, I have to buy some urgent things at the fair, I'm afraid there will be a lot."

"It's easy to say, easy to say, you just buy it."

Having said this, Song Hongguo completely let go. In addition to stacks of plates and bowls, there is also a large casserole, two glazed earthen pots, and a lot of pots and pots. These things do not need industrial rolls. The price is not expensive, and at the end of the checkout, it only cost more than three yuan.

Zhao Zhenhua helped to move it to the ground row car, tied it up with grass ropes, and then went to visit other stalls.

Passing by a seller of reed mats and stone troughs, Zhao Zhenhua introduced to her, "This is from our brigade, if you want it, it's not too late to buy it when you go back." When he saw the seller of matza and wicker baskets, he said, "My father bought these things. No need to waste the money.” When he saw the man who was playing with simple tables and chairs, he reminded him in a low voice, “There is Yonghui, he just happens to be idle now.” When he finally walked to the vegetable stall, he stopped talking. up.

The system rolled its eyes in her mind, "I don't know, I thought you were spending his money, you're even more searchable than your older son."

Song Hongguo was not dissatisfied in her heart, "This is the attitude towards my own people."

The system murmured, "You can think about it, and you're not afraid of being fooled."

"I'm not blind." It's not sincere, it's not real, she knows it in her heart.

"..."

On the vegetable stalls are mostly Chinese cabbage and radishes, which were stored in the cellar last autumn and winter. The rest are dried vegetables, beans, eggplants, and mushrooms picked from the mountains. The rarest thing is the basket of spinach. The yards are neat, and the green leaves look juicy.

There is no greenhouse these days. Song Hongguo was curious when she saw it, so Sun Shuhong explained to her, "Spinach is hardy, and it is covered with straw or stick straw in the winter. In spring, it can be opened and exposed to the sun, and it can grow. Not everyone can make a living.”

After finishing speaking, she asked, "How do you sell spinach?"

The other party gestured with two fingers.

Sun Shuhong's eyes widened immediately, "Twenty cents? Why is it so expensive? You can buy four eggs..."

Hearing the words, the other party said resentfully, "Who wants to sell it so expensive? Isn't it because spinach is sold too little, and it's sold cheaply. Not to mention a busy winter, and so much pig manure for nothing."

Sun Shuhong clicked her tongue twice, but said nothing else, and turned to pick cabbage.

Song Hongguo ignored Ling Zhi's winks, bought two catties, and picked some dried vegetables and mushrooms. If the Chinese cabbage could be kept, she chose a dozen or so and ate slowly. The radish was the least she wanted, so she only took two.

Seeing this, Ling Zhi couldn't help asking, "The radish is so cheap, why don't you buy more? This thing can be buried in the soil, and then dug out when you eat it, just like fresh."

Song Hongguo took it for granted, "Because I don't like carrots."

"..." It's an extravagant hope to be able to eat enough these days. Is it too much to be picky about food?
Next to the vegetable stand is a vermicelli seller, made of sweet potatoes, the color is dark, usually ten catties of sweet potatoes can produce more than one catty vermicelli, so the vermicelli price is not cheap, [-] cents a catty, Song Hongguo bought ten catties, and used The hemp rope is tied well, this thing is more durable, and it will not be broken after eating for a year.

Going forward, there is a tofu stand, and there are five or six small tables beside the stand. At this moment, someone is sitting on a horse, drinking bean juice with a bowl, sucking and sucking, reluctant to finish it in a few sips, There are also tofu nao with a spoon to eat, the tofu nao is white and tender, sprinkled with some chopped pickled pickles, then scooped a spoonful of chive flower sauce, and finally poured the soup stewed with big bones, a simple bowl of tofu nao It became lively and fragrant.

(End of this chapter)