The heroine of fast time only wants to open

Chapter 258 The Perfumer of the Republic of China 2
Huanxian glanced at the sky outside the window and estimated that it was at most five o'clock.

It's also too early.

But she still quickly got up and walked around the room holding the incense burner. After searching for a long time, she still couldn't find a suitable place to hide it.

The Li family only has such a small amount of possessions, and it can be described as a family with four walls. It is easy to be discovered wherever it is hidden.

At this time, the little girl said excitedly:
"Sister, do you want to hide something? Come with me!"

Then Hua Xian was led to the lower room where smoked grass and mugwort leaves were kept.

The Li family has a total of two mud houses, which the three sisters built themselves when their father was still alive.

People live in the upper room, and sundries are kept in the lower room.

Since we provide sachets to Chongfu Temple all year round, we put a lot of incense and moxa leaves in the lower room.

As soon as Hua Xian entered, he was blinded by the strong herbal smell inside.

Little girl Li Zhuhuan trotted to the corner, pushed a large bag of mugwort aside with great effort, squatted down, and picked out a brick at the base of the wall with her little hand.
She actually dug out the adobe brick, revealing a small hole inside.

There are some colorful things in the small hole.

Fancy thought it was garbage, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pile of brightly colored debris, including rags, broken clips, a copper bell without a core, and even a half-bitten piece of cloud cake. .
The little girl took out the things inside with care, touched them one by one, and said:
"Second sister always steals my things. I have to find a place to hide them that she doesn't know. Sister, you hide here too, she will definitely not find it!"

Among the three sisters, Li Zhucui is the most domineering and willful.

Li Zhupei let her go, giving her something good if it was good, and grabbing it if she didn't.

When her little sister wouldn't let her, she would steal behind his back, specializing in stealing food from children.

Because these words reminded me of the year when my little sister was first born, the second sister Li Zhucui didn't let her mother breastfeed her, and she had the intention of starving the little sister to death.

At this time, Mrs. Li's yelling and cursing came from outside the courtyard again.

Hua Xian quickly stuffed the incense burner in, pushed the mugwort bag back to block it, stood up in a hurry, took the incense bag she made yesterday and went out.

It seems that I can only wait until I come back to study it carefully.

I happen to have a few ready-made natural spices at home, so I first tried to see if I could make the most common bamboo stick incense.

In my memory, this kind of incense was used most often in Chongfu Temple.

As Fancy walked, she calculated the prices of goods in this world in her mind:
A bamboo stick costs two cents, and two cents can buy a big meat bun.

5000 bamboo sticks are equivalent to an ocean. An ocean can buy a [-]-pound bag of foreign flour.

A bag of foreign flour mixed with other whole grains can save a family of five for a month.
A piece of ocean can buy one foot of foreign cloth. One foot of cloth can make two sets of clothes for adults, and four or five pieces for children.

The more fancy I think, the colder I feel and the hungry I feel.

Last night she drank a bowl of clear white porridge.

I had to go out to deliver the goods without even having breakfast.

The late summer morning in Urakami is still a bit cool, especially at the foot of the jungle-covered mountain.
When the cold wind blows, all the hairs stand on end.

After climbing the mountain for about half an hour, I handed a basket of sachets to the monk waiting at the gate of the temple. After counting, the monk gave her fifty cents.

There were at least thirty or forty sachets in this basket, which she and her mother took three days to sew.

As a result, it only sold for fifty cents.

Hua Xian stopped the young monk and said:

"Can't you give me more? Our family has supplied sachets to your Chongfu Temple for so many years. There is no credit but hard work. Besides, each sachet you sell to pilgrims costs you a dime, double that. My son’s profit.”

The young monk opened his mouth and was stunned.

This girl Pei has changed her gender?

In the past, I would deliver something with my head down, and then go back with my head down after delivering it.

Today, not only did I talk to him with a smile, I actually asked him if he could increase the price!
Smiling so pretty!
The young monk quickly lowered his head and saluted, wondering:

"Miss Pei, our prison has the final say on this." Sachets and other gadgets in the temple are all ordained by masters, so of course they are not of the same price.

But he couldn't say this, for fear that the girl's face would not look good.

Hua Xian saw that he was a young novice monk of seventeen or eighteen years old with fine features, and said deliberately:

"Then you tell your jailer. If he agrees to raise the price for our family, I will ask my mother to make two pairs of shoes for you. If you don't want to, I can make them for you!"

In Urakami, it is a custom for a girl’s family to give handmade shoes to her sweetheart.

When the young monk heard this, his face turned red. He quickly waved his hand and said no, turned around and ran away with the basket in his arms.

As a result, he had barely taken two steps when he stepped on the hem of the monk's robe, causing half of him to fly out. The sachet hit him all over the head.

He hurriedly got up, picked up the sachet, and ran away without looking back.

Hua Xian looked at his embarrassed running back and laughed so hard that she almost punched the ground.

When we came down the mountain, pilgrims were already going up the mountain to pray for blessings.

Chongfukuji Temple is the largest temple in Urakami and the most famous. There is no interruption of incense from [-] or [-] in the morning to [-] or [-] in the evening.

But there seemed to be a lot of people today.

Hua Xian saw several men dressed as servants holding something and asking around.

She didn't pay much attention, holding the thin five-cent bill while walking and looking at it in the early morning sun.

It wasn't any kind of paper money she'd ever seen.

She didn’t recognize the national leaders painted on it either.

Wrinkled and full of the charming smell of copper.

Really fragrant!

At this time, a man stopped her, handed her a black and white photo, and asked:

"Has the girl seen this child?"

Hua Xian stuffed the crumpled five cents into his trouser pocket and saw in the photo a cute young lady about four or five years old wearing a small suit.

He looked like the young master of a rich family.

Hua Xian shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it before."

The servant nodded and added:
"If the girl sees this child and takes him to the first floor of the Shougui Tower, she can receive 500 yuan."

When Hua Xian heard "500 Yuan Ocean", his eyes turned green, he nodded vigorously, and said in a venomous tone:

"Don't worry! I will definitely send him to him when I see him!"

At the end, I grabbed the photo in the servant's hand, and the image of 500 yuan was deeply engraved in my mind.

When she got home, Hua Xian heard her second sister crying before she even entered the door. She was crying and shouting:

"Mom! I want to go to school! I want to wear a pleated skirt! All the other girls go to school, but I'm the only one who rolls around in a pile of smelly tobacco every day! You can't do this to me!"

Old Mrs. Li came up and wanted to hit her with the laundry stick, but she dodged it and cursed at the well in anger:

"You damn girl, you still want to go to school! You are the one doing the most shit at home all day long!"

"My old lady earns three yuan a month, and has to pay more than 100 yuan in tuition for one year of schooling. The whole family doesn't eat or drink so you can read books that you don't have, right?"

"Why don't you die?!"

Then there was the sound of clanging bells and pots being smashed.

Li Zhucui shouted: "Mother, save me! You want to beat me to death!"

Hua Xian abruptly stopped entering the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)