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

Chapter 41
Song Hongguo finally bought three chickens and two geese, all of which were capable of laying eggs, and they were placed in baskets covered with grass.

At this moment, the two people who were busy selling cloth were free, and the cloth they brought was still too little, and those who didn't get it looked unwilling, and complained in their mouths. A man who looked about 40 years old took the initiative to greet Song Hongguo with a very polite attitude, "Comrade, do you need anything else?"

The half-grown boy called the man "Father", with a tone of asking for credit.

The man patted his thin shoulders, looking at the calm and introverted man, with an encouraging smile in his eyes at the moment.

Seeing this scene, Song Hongguo suddenly felt a little envious. She has no parents and cannot understand this feeling, but she knows how lonely and lost she is when no one can tell and share her achievements.

She suppressed the fluttering emotions, pointed to the chair she had set her sights on early in the morning and asked, "What was it made of, and how much is it?"

Hearing this, the other party's attitude became even better, "Comrade has vision, this chair is made of old wattle, it is durable, and it has been kept for decades, and it has a backrest, which is much more vigorous than Maza , I also polished it several times, and painted persimmon paint twice..."

The introduction was very enthusiastic, and when he finally said the price, his tone was a little hesitant, "Two yuan a piece."

After finishing speaking, he quickly added another sentence, "This chair took too much effort, and it was only made when I was idle in winter."

Song Hongguo didn't think it was expensive. She rubbed the smooth rattan and felt the smell of the natural plant. She couldn't put it down. This is not a chair, it is clearly a work of art. The weaving is so delicate, an absolute veteran craftsman.

Restraining her joy and excitement, she asked again, "Where is that table?"

The table and chairs have the same style, but the wood used for the tabletop is more than one meter long and seventy to eighty centimeters wide, slightly higher than the coffee table. With four chairs, there is a place to eat.

The other party said "five yuan", obviously lacking in confidence. After all, people these days don't care about beauty at all, they only care about whether it is expensive. Vitex is not a rare thing, and the craftsmanship is not valuable. It is even more inappropriate to waste time. It's a matter, but he just can't bear to sell his hard work.

He competed with himself, thinking that it would be a big deal before he pulled it back, but who knows... joy fell from the sky.

"I want the four chairs, and the table."

The other party repeated without confidence, "Do you want four chairs and a table?"

Song Hongguo nodded, but did not give the money right away. She went to pick out other things, such as grates made of sorghum stalks, steamers made of bamboo, steamed bun baskets made of corn husks, and round and long dustpans of various sizes. I piled all the favorites aside, and we will check out together later.

These are all things that must be used in life, so Ling Zhi didn't stop him no matter how painful he was. Seeing Song Hongguo, he didn't ask the price anymore. He asked the half-grown boy in a low voice, silently calculating the score in his heart.

Sun Shuhong helped her choose, saying, "They are all the same thing, and they have to be weaved in the same way. Why did they make it so straight?"

Before Song Hongguo could speak, the system sighed, "This is probably the difference between a craftsman and a master. A craftsman weaves life, while a master weaves art."

Song Hongguo, "..."

Is this still literary and hypocritical?

After selecting all the things, the final calculation was 21 yuan and 13 cents, and the set of tables and chairs accounted for [-] yuan. The other odds and ends were very cheap. Said two words.

It was only then that Song Hongguo realized that the man who greeted her turned out to be the captain of the Xiangyang Brigade, named Sheng Zhongxin, and he rarely followed her out of the stall, so today was just a coincidence.

When he was about to leave, the system suddenly popped up again, "Host, the yard of the old house is so big, you just grow vegetables and flowers?"

"Didn't you also buy chickens and geese?"

"...Fruit trees, you can also plant fruit trees, especially outside the courtyard wall. The land is idle even if it is idle. Plant a circle of fruit trees around it. When autumn comes, there will be a lot of fruit. Just think about it, isn't it so beautiful?"

Song Hongguo was moved. During the large-scale steel smelting a few years ago, the members not only handed in the iron products at home, but also cut down a lot of trees in the team. There was a lot of space around the old house. She also thought about planting What's so good, the fruit trees look good too.

And the current policy seems to encourage everyone to use the front and back of the house to grow things, as long as they don't sell them.

So she went to ask Sheng Zhongxin again, "Are there many fruit trees in your mountains?"

Sheng Zhongxin has already heard from Zhao Zhenhua that she is from the Tomato Brigade and works in the aluminum factory hospital. When talking to her, he can't help showing some respect, "There are a lot of fruit trees, what do you want?"

Song Hongguo thought about it, and now there are persimmon trees and pomegranate trees in the front yard, jujube trees, peach trees and apricot trees in the back yard, and an old pear tree outside the fence. In this way, there are actually many varieties of fruit trees. "Are there any apple trees?"

"Yes, there are trees that are three to five years old, and some that are seven or eight years old. They can bear fruit in those years."

"What species?"

"Guoguang, there is also a kind of Huang Yuanshuai, which is sweet and noodle-like. Children like it the most. Guoguang is a little sour, but it is crispy and has a good bite."

"Where's the hawthorn tree?"

"Also, that one is more sour than Guoguang."

Song Hongguo sighed in his heart when he heard it, people these days are so simple, who sells things without exaggerating their advantages and avoiding their shortcomings?But look now...

The more honest someone is, the more she wants to buy it, probably this is a kind of routine.

"Any grapes?"

Sheng Zhongxin paused, and then said, "...Yes, they are not short, how many trees do you want?"

"It must be able to support a shelf, right? Ten trees?"

Sheng Zhongxin heaved a sigh of relief, "There are ten trees, what else do you want to eat?"

"Are there any rare fruit trees in your mountains?" Song Hongguo asked back.

"Pear trees, pomegranates, persimmons, jujube trees, peaches, apricots,..."

Song Hongguo shook her head, "I have planted them all in my yard, is there anything else?"

"Cherries, figs, do you have any at home?"

Song Hongguo's eyes lit up, "You still have cherries in the mountains? That's great!"

In her previous life, her three favorite fruits, besides watermelon and pineapple, were cherries.

Sheng Zhongxin smiled subtly, "There are everything in the mountains. There is also a kind of fruit tree called papaya. It doesn't taste very good, but it smells delicious. Put one in the house and it will last for several months."

Song Hongguo became more and more excited when she heard this. She knew what the papaya he was talking about was different from the one in the south. As essence, it can also be made into papaya wine, which has certain health care effects.

She just wants to smell it.

The two chatted for a while, and finally decided on the type and quantity of fruit trees. In terms of price, Sheng Zhongxin was very honest. After all, they were all things from the mountains. She asked her for a total of ten yuan, and she was responsible for transporting them to her home. Plant it well.

After making an appointment, Song Hongguo returned home satisfied.

(End of this chapter)