Farmer Fubo is open for business

After the two of them finished eating, they went to the market with Qian's sister-in-law and her son.

They were rushing to the grass market in their hometown. It was not too far away and they arrived quickly.

There were people coming and going at the Caoji. Although there were not as many people as at the temple fair, it was still a bustling place.

Chang'an was led by his aunt, Huahua followed beside him, looking at each stall after stall.

There are those selling straw sandals, those selling baskets and baskets, and those selling large geese, chickens and ducks.

Wu cut a piece of fat pork from the pork beach and prepared to go back to make oil.

Chang'an also saw people selling saplings, including jujube trees, persimmon trees, elm trees, mulberry trees, peach trees and apricot trees.

The imperial court encouraged people to plant more of these trees in their fields, in front of and behind their homes to withstand disasters.

When Chang'an touched the saplings with her little hands, she already knew what kind of trees they were. She turned to her aunt and said, Auntie, buy, buy jujube trees.

Wu thought for a while, nodded, and picked a thick jujube sapling and a persimmon sapling.

Both jujube and persimmon fruits are durable in storage, especially jujubes. Once they are dried into dried jujubes, you can easily sell them.

There used to be a jujube tree in the yard of the old house, but my step-mother-in-law asked people to move it into the new house. Until now, the dug tree hole is more concave than other places, and rainwater accumulates when it rains.

The old tree seller tied the two saplings together with straw and said, Madam, don't worry, these fruit saplings have been grafted. They will survive this year and bear fruit next year.

Really? Mrs. Wu was delighted and gave the old man fifteen cents.

The jujube saplings and Shizi saplings she picked were already as thick as an adult's wrist. They were estimated to be two or three years old. If they were planted alive, they would surely bear fruit sooner.

The old man took the copper coin and put it into the bag in front of him, Of course it's true. If the fruit doesn't bear next year, you can go to Zaoshu Village to find me. The old man's surname is Lin and Zao, and he lives in the second house at the entrance of the village.

I believe it. Wu placed the saplings next to her: I'll leave these two trees here for you first. I'll pick them up after I go to the market later.

The old man nodded: Okay, you can go ahead.

While Chang'an was negotiating the price with her aunt, she went next door to look at the eggs.

The old lady was sitting on the roadside with a basket of eggs in front of her. They were all red-skinned and very big.

Auntie, how do you sell these eggs? Mrs. Wu also came over, picked up one and looked at it. She saw that the eggs were very fresh and had no mold spots, so she casually asked the price.

Auntie: One penny each.

Are they live eggs? My family wants to hatch some chickens, but live eggs are not enough.

Look what you said, I have two big roosters at home. Both of them are live eggs. I guarantee that you can hatch chicks. The aunt vowed.

Okay, I'll pick a few. Wu picked twenty eggs and put them into her basket.

After paying the money and just about to leave, the egg seller said again: Madam, I have two more goose eggs here. Do you want them?

As he spoke, he took out two white goose eggs from the basket.

Just when Wu was about to say no, her sleeve was pulled by Chang'an.

Auntie, buy goose eggs. Chang'an was surprised by the geese in the village. They were big and fierce and dared to fight with dogs.

When Mrs. Wu saw that her niece wanted it, she asked, How much does it cost for one?

Three Wen each.

Can five coins and two be okay? Wu counter-offered.

The egg seller nodded quickly: Okay, take it. She handed the goose egg over.

When Chang An saw that his aunt had bought goose eggs, he was satisfied and said with a smile: Hatch the big goose.

Wu smiled and patted her head, When we go back, we have to ask your mother-in-law Qian's hen to help.

Changan nodded.

After returning home from the market, Chang An and his aunt planted two trees in the yard and watered them thoroughly.

Wu then strung the remaining wood soapberries into Buddhist skewers, waiting to be sold at the next temple fair.

Chang'an continued to make the Guanyin statue, but after the completion, no new leaves appeared on the palm of the hand.

Fast forward to March 15th, and it’s time for the temple fair again.

Song Sanshun's family of three took all the wood soap beads and went to Tieniu Town again.

The Qian couple also brought their two children there, hoping that they would also learn how to set up a stall and do business.

Goudan quietly said to Chang'an: My parents said that if I sell the beads, all the money will be mine.

Chang'an revealed the two Guanyin statues in his hands: Auntie said that the money from the Guanyin statues belongs to me as well.

The two children looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other tacitly.

In the spring of March, flowers are in full bloom, and more and more people are outing and visiting temple fairs.

Chang'an today wore an apricot-red slant-collared jacket, a green jacket, green wide-leg pants, and red cloth shoes embroidered with black bats.

She tied two buns with red ribbons on her head. Her whole body was carved in pink and jade, as delicate and beautiful as a porcelain doll. She was sitting on the roadside, holding two Guanyin statues in her arms.

Goudan had just grown his hair and only wore a braid that reached the sky. He was wearing a blue shirt with not a single patch on it. There were only two neat patches on the knees of his trousers.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face is a little dark, but his expression is honest and cute. He sits next to Chang An honestly, holding four strings of beads in his hand, and constantly looking at the people passing by.

After a while, the hawker from before came and took all of Wu's eighty strands of beads in one go.

However, Wu insisted on keeping ten strings, thinking that she could earn a few more pennies by selling them.

Sister-in-law Qian was also with her this time, so the vendor even exchanged her beads.

I will also keep ten strings to sell myself. Qian picked up ten strings of beads and hung them on his arms.

The vendor counted the beads one by one without raising his head and said, Whatever you want.

He mainly came to redeem the beads from the little doll's house, and the rest was dispensable.

After paying, the vendor left with a basket of soapberries on his back.

Song Laoliu and Song Sanshun felt much relieved when they saw that all the beads at home had been exchanged. They took all the money and went to the grain store, intending to buy some grains and grains.

At this time, a group of brightly dressed women came over and saw two little children, Chang'an and Goudan, sitting on the roadside with a Guanyin statue and a Buddhist string in their arms, so they came to ask.

Little boy, how do you treat the Guanyin statue in your arms? A woman picked up one and looked at it. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

It's a pity that it is a clay sculpture. It would be better if it were made of fine porcelain.

Changan counted the accounts with his fingers.

It takes two days to make a Guanyin statue, a lot of paint is used, and a brush is worn out. All these must be added. Hey, how much is the right amount?

Seeing that the little baby didn't respond for a long time, the woman thought that she was too young to understand this, so she took out two strings of copper coins from her arms and handed them to the little baby: You are made of clay. I'll give you two hundred coins.

Changan paused while clasping his fingers.

So is my Guanyin statue worth two hundred coins?

One hundred and one bunches of copper coins, two bunches in total, were heavy in his hand, and Chang'an felt happy instantly.

The woman took the Guanyin statue and left, but Goudan was so envious: Chang'an, I also want to make a Guanyin statue when I go back. Can you teach me how to make it well?

Chang'an nodded, stood up quickly and handed the copper coins to his aunt.

Wu took the copper coins and asked in surprise: Is this one sold?

Yes. Buy brushes and paints. Chang'an said seriously.

Wu smiled and said, I know. Auntie will take you to buy some pens and more paints later.

Chang'an was satisfied and quickly ran back to the original place to sit down.

Mrs. Qian looked at the copper coins in Mrs. Wu's hand and said with envy: Look, we are not as good as a little kid from Chang'an. She is only so old and can make money.

Wu put the copper coins into her arms and said with a smile: Chang'an has been smart since she was a child. Even if she doesn't speak clearly, she actually understands everything in her heart.

Mrs. Qian sighed: It's a pity that Uncle Baqi mistook fish eyes for pearls and ignored his own granddaughter. Fortunately, you have been taking care of her so that this child has grown up safely.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and a group of teenagers rushed over.

Get out of the way, get out of the way! Get out of my way! Otherwise, the sword has no eyes! (End of Chapter)