Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Chapter 15 Catch the temple fair

Song Sanshun and Wu spent two days finally peeling off the two large baskets of wood soapberries.

The next step was to polish the beads, and then I went to the carpenter's house to borrow a small wooden drill and drilled holes into half a pot of soapberry.

On the fifth day, Wu put on twenty-four strings of Buddhist beads and took Chang An and her husband to the temple fair before dawn.

Sister-in-law Qian and her husband Song Laoliu also took their children with them. Because their son Goudan was in good condition, they wanted to go to the temple to fulfill their wish.

Today, for the first time, the two families hired an ox cart, driven by Song Laoliu. The three adults and three children sat on the ox cart and drove slowly to Tieniu Town.

Mrs. Wu had a quilt wrapped around her body, holding Chang'an in her arms who had barely woken up, and chatting with Sister-in-law Qian.

Goudan and Qiaoer were also wrapped in quilts, looking around with sleepy eyes.

Song Sanshun sat next to his wife, silently looking at the stars and the cold half moon.

Yesterday, his father asked him to fetch water, chop firewood, and plow the vegetable garden.

He wasn't afraid of doing the work, but he just couldn't stand it.

While he was digging the ground exhausted, Song Jizu was like a rich man talking about this and that with his hands behind his back, and also said that he was doing the work perfunctorily and deliberately trying to fool people.

His own father actually believed it and came over to scold him and asked him to read it over again.

Song Sanshun became angry when he thought about this, and he even had the idea of ​​​​moving away from the village.

If he stayed away from them, he wouldn't have to suffer from this cowardice every day.

Once the idea of ​​moving out arises, it is like a prairie fire, out of control.

But where to move?

Or, move next to the two acres of land?

That place is two miles away from the village. Presumably my father wouldn't go that far to fetch water and chop wood for him, right?

Song Sanshun was thinking about it, and before he knew it, the sky was getting brighter.

The mist in the fields is like threads, making the mountains and trees in the distance look like a fairyland.

As the sun rises, the mist gradually dissipates, and the smoke from the distant villages also appears.

After traveling for more than twenty miles, the oxcart finally arrived at Tieniu Town.

This town is a transportation fortress and is guarded by many garrisons. People around it do business with the people in the military town, and some settle here. Over time, a large market gradually forms.

When a few people from Chang'an arrived in the town, it was almost noon, but there were still many villagers setting up stalls to do business.

Song Laoliu parked the bullock cart on the roadside leading to the temple and said to Sanshun: "You can set up a stall here. We will take the children to the temple to offer incense and then come back."

Song Sanshun nodded: "Okay, I just want to take the cow over there for a drink of water."

The old cow was very tired after driving for more than twenty miles. It was necessary to take a good rest and feed it some fodder.

It was the first time for me to attend a temple fair in Chang'an. Everything I saw was so novel that my eyes were overwhelmed.

"Chang'an, don't run around."

Wu took Chang'an out of the oxcart, laid out a basket of soapberry beads, and asked her husband in a low voice: "How much do you think I can sell this for?"

Song Sanshun scratched his head, he didn't know either.

This was the first time for the couple to do business, and they were both a little embarrassed. No one dared to ask others, so they had to discuss quietly: "Otherwise, let's sell it for five cents a bunch."

Wu nodded: "Then just sell it for five cents."

But the string of beads was put out for a long time and no one paid attention to it, which made Wu a little anxious.

At this time, Song Sanshun had already taken the cow to drink water. Wu had no one to talk to, and she didn't dare to wander around, so she had to sit on the cart and quietly look at the people passing by.

Chang'an sat next to her third aunt, blinking her eyes here and there, and suddenly she saw someone selling wood soap beads.

This person was walking around with a basket. When he saw an old woman or a woman, he approached her and asked, "Do you want Buddhist beads? Those that have been consecrated by Guanyin Temple can ensure safety and success."

Then the women or mothers-in-law stopped to watch, and some actually bought a bunch and put it on their wrists.

Chang'an saw with his own eyes that the old woman gave a bunch of money to the vendor carrying the basket. There are a lot of copper coins in that string.

Changan wanted to point it out to his aunt, but the hawker quickly left with the basket.

In fact, Wu had already noticed it, but she would never dare to carry a basket around to sell it.

Chang'an noticed his aunt's embarrassment, so he picked up a string and hung it around his neck, and also on his wrists, looking at the pilgrims passing by with stern eyes.

She silently hoped in her heart that someone would buy her bead strings.

The aunt said that as long as all the beads are sold, they will go back to the mountain village to visit their aunt's parents and younger brother.

The mother-in-law in Kaoshan Village is so nice and makes delicious food for her. Changan likes to go to her house to play.

Today, Changan is wearing her aunt's newly made red cotton-padded jacket, with a small turban on her head, a string of black Buddhist beads, and a pair of big eyes, which is very cute.

After a while, a woman came over, touched Chang'an's little head, and asked, "Whose child are you? It's really painful."

Chang'an pointed at the Wu family next to him: "Aunt, aunt's family."

The woman smiled, looked at the bamboo basket in front of Wu, and asked, "How can I sell this bead string?"

"Five coins a string." Wu replied honestly.

The woman smiled: "It's not cheap."

Wu's face turned red with embarrassment and she didn't know how to answer.

Chang'an stammered and explained: "It's cheap. Pearls are cheap!"

The woman ouched and said with a smile, "Why is it just a little stutter? Hey, kid, if you want to stop stuttering, don't be impatient. Think carefully about each sentence and say it, and you won't stutter when you grow up."

Chang'an nodded heavily: "Yes."

She didn't want to get married either, but when she said the first word, she forgot what she was going to say next, and she could only remember it after a pause.

Wu thanked the woman: "Thank you, eldest sister, for the advice."

The woman waved her hand, looked at Chang'an again, pointed to the string of beads around her neck and said, "I'll just buy her string."

Upon hearing this, Chang An immediately took off the bead string from his neck and handed it over with both hands: "Here."

The woman took it, paid five cents, and then left.

When Mrs. Wu saw the opening, she was extremely happy and hugged Chang'an into her arms, "Chang'an is my aunt's little lucky star."

Chang'an nodded: "Yes! Little, lucky star!"

She decided to follow the aunt's advice, think carefully before speaking, and gradually get rid of her stuttering problem.

Not long after, two more pilgrims came to buy beads, and they also liked the ones on Chang'an's wrist.

Wu felt strange, so she put beads on Chang'an's neck and wrists.

She also stood up and looked at her little niece, and found that her little niece looked really good wearing the beads, just like the little virgin under the Guanyin Seat.

By the time Song Laoliu and his wife came out with their children, most of Wu's bead strings had been sold.

Finally, she exchanged the remaining few strings of bargains to a hawker, and then Sanshun got on the bullock cart and drove back.

"Have all the beads been sold?" Sister-in-law Qian was still a little disbelieving: "How much does one string cost?"

"Five articles." Wu said truthfully.

Sister-in-law Qian said with envy: "You brought a lot of skewers, I didn't expect that this thing can also make money."

Wu smiled sheepishly: "Although it is profitable, it is also troublesome. Sanshun's hands have blisters."

(End of this chapter)