Practitioners usually carry a long shoulder pole, with a large bamboo basket full of goods hanging on both ends. They hold a peddler's drum in their hands. When they walk to a village, they raise the drum in their hands and shake it. They attract a large group of children who love fun wherever they go.

After a while, the drums disappeared, replacing the peddler's crisp voice and began to shout about business, mixed with the children's play and the women's chatter.

Guo'er thought about it, put down the needle and thread in her hand and went out to watch the fun.

After leaving his yard, I saw a bunch of people gathered around under the thick acacia tree in the middle of the village, stretching their necks inside.

Guo'er walked over and saw Silin, Wulin and Liulin. The three boys couldn't squeeze in because they were short and were so anxious that they were walking around the periphery.

Guo'er waited for a while, and the onlookers gradually dispersed, and then walked forward and looked carefully at the things placed in the two large baskets on the ground.

I didn't expect that there were quite a lot of things, ranging from needles and threads to flower cloth rulers, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, plus malt sugar in open cloth bags, fried melon seeds and other snacks, all the products are quite complete.

These peddlers who walk around the streets are very popular in any village. Many of the supplies they usually need to buy in rural areas can be bought from these peddlers without having to wait until the market is in the market to buy them.

In the ten miles and eight villages around Shangyao Village, only Shiqilipu Village, which has the largest population, has business deals. Every ten days when people go to the market, people in the surrounding villages will pick up their own prepared agricultural products to sell them and exchange them for the supplies they need. If you want something more rare, you have to go to the county town to purchase them.

The adults who bought things were almost gone, and now most of the children surrounded by poor children in their pockets, all of whom were greedy to join in the fun. Yao Guoer saw that her three younger brothers had finally surrounded her, and her eyes were staring at the open snack bags in the basket and drooling.

Guo'er felt a little distressed when she saw it, but she didn't have a penny on her and couldn't buy them candy.

"Is there any sign of fancy?"

A sudden voice sounded from behind. Guo'er turned around and saw that it was the second daughter-in-law of the old Zhang family in the village. She walked over with a small basket on her arm and spoke.

"Yes, yes, this sister-in-law."

The young peddler said as he quickly fetched something wrapped in a coarse cloth handkerchief from the basket, opened it and handed it to Zhang Er's sister-in-law to show her. Guo'er saw clearly that it was a stack of square palm-sized straw paper, with thick black lines on it drawing simple patterns.

Sister-in-law Zhang put down the basket and took the stack of straw paper and picked them one by one.

"Gua'er, I haven't seen you go out for a while. Have you gotten better? I heard your mother say you fell very hard."

Sister-in-law Zhang saw Guo'er standing beside her, and her eyes kept on her face and asked casually, but her hands didn't stop.

"Well, my second sister-in-law is much better."

Guo'er knew that Zhang Er's sister-in-law was just saying hello casually, so she said vaguely and stopped talking.

"What? You sell three cents for such a simple way? Did you coax me not to understand the quality of the way? Just like this, I can buy two in the county town for three cents."

As soon as the peddler finished talking about the price, Zhang Er's sister-in-law's sharp voice sounded again.

The peddler smiled slowly and said, "Okay, my sister-in-law, how dare I coax you? I have been doing business in our village every few days. Who doesn't recognize me in this village? I dare to ask my sister-in-law for a high price. If you are in charge of your family, you can't settle the score with me? At least three cents a bill is not worth much from you."

Sister-in-law Zhang often buys things from the peddler. She actually knows the price in her heart, but she just wants to bargain.

The two of them continued to quarrel with each other. The fruit on the side really looked down on these rough patterns. Can it be sold at this level of patterns? Someone pays for it?

Suddenly, an idea popped out of his mind and Yao Guoer's eyes lit up.

After Zhang Er's sister-in-law finally picked two pictures, she bent down and selected a few packs of threads and other small items from the basket. Then she satisfactorily picked up the basket on the ground and handed it to the peddler.

"Just exchange eggs as before." As she said that, Zhang Er's sister-in-law lifted the cage covered with the basket, revealing half of the basket of eggs inside.

"Okay, the eggs are the same price as before, two cents." The peddler took the eggs and took them out one by one and put them in the basket.

It turned out that it could be exchanged for goods, but unfortunately, the Dow never sold the eggs from Yao Guoer's family to the peddler, but saved them up. When the sons went to the county town, they would take them to the city to sell them, because the eggs were two cents at the peddler, but if they were sold in the county town, they could be sold for one cent. What the peddler earned was the difference between them.

Several more women came forward to select the goods they needed.

"Brother Prayer, do you accept the style of things? Well, it's better than your style of things. What's the price of it?"

Guoer asked quickly while the peddler had just finished a business.

The peddler then turned his head and looked at the clever little girl in front of him, and said with a smile: "If you really have better paintings than me, you will definitely charge them. The price depends on how they are. If they are not good, I won't charge them."

Yao Guoer felt confident when she heard the peddler say this. Seeing that he was busy with business now, he probably couldn't leave for a while, Guoer turned around and ran home.

When he returned to the yard, Dow led several daughters-in-law to water the vegetable field behind, and there was no one in the room.

Yao Guoer thought about it but still didn't dare to go to the Tao's house. She ran back to the west wing. After rummaging through Bao's box for a while, she found a few pieces of straw paper for her.

Yao Guoer didn't dare to take it anymore, so she only took out one. The straw paper is also a relatively valuable item in the hands of farmers. Bao's straw paper comes back when her mother-in-law is not paying attention.

Yao Guoer folded the straw paper in half a few times, carefully cut it into several pieces the size of a palm, and nodded with satisfaction as it looked about the same size as the one in the peddler's hand.

There was straw paper, but there was still a shortage of pens. Guoer thought about it, ran into the stove in the main room, picked and chose on the ground, chose a half-burned wooden stick, and then simply cut it with a knife, and it was done.

Yao Guoer spread the straw paper on the kang table and started painting. With just a few strokes, a modern simple flower and grass painting was formed. Yao Guoer looked at it with satisfaction and continued on to the next one.

Xiao Yanger, when I was studying design in an embroidery workshop in my previous life, drawing was a basic skill. These simple drawings were simply a piece of cake.

When Yao Guoer ran out again, there was almost no one in front of the peddler's burden, and the peddler was packing up his things and preparing to leave.

"Brother Prayer, please take a look at these styles?"

Yao Guoer handed over the flowers she had just drawn.

The peddler took the look with a good temper and took a look, and was immediately attracted by these novel pictures.

"Miss, did you draw it?"

The peddler asked in disbelief as he looked through the pictures in his hand.

"Well, I've been drawing for a long time. The day before yesterday, another peddler came to the village. I was willing to give me two cents a piece of such a good look, and I was not willing to sell it. My mother saw that it was you who asked me to come out and try it. How much money can you give?"

Yao Guoer also just fools people.

The peddler felt very comfortable when he heard this. He frowned and looked at it for a while before he said happily: "The painting is really good. Let's do it, four cents a piece, how about a little girl? I dare say that the peddler in this area is definitely not as high as I give."

The peddler knew very well that if he took this fresh and exquisite style to any embroidery shop in the county town, one piece would definitely cost no less than ten cents. Unfortunately, it was painted on straw paper, otherwise it would be sold at a better price.

Such good things cannot be sold in the countryside. The reason is very simple. The price is too high and no one can afford it. What kind of things are sold in any place? This is the most basic skill of being a peddler.

Yao Guoer thoughtfully, she cut eight small pieces of the straw paper, and only made eight flowers, which cost 32 cents.

"Brother Prayer, why don't you give me 35 cents? If I come up with other tricks in the future, I will come to you." Guo'er began to quarrel with him.

The peddler was also a cheerful young man. After thinking for a while, he agreed: "Okay!"

After the business was completed, Yao Guoer picked up and chose in the basket again. Finally, she chose a charcoal pen with two wraps of thread. Thinking about the white flour pancake she ate in the morning, the white flour at home seemed to be about to come to an end, so she simply bought two kilograms of white flour.

Finally, I saw a few small squares wrapped in tender lotus leaves under the basket. When I asked the peddler, I realized that there were small pieces of lard inside. When Guoer thought that she hadn't seen a little oily smell at the dining table at home, she gritted her teeth and took a piece.

The small piece looks the same size as a modern Rubik's Cube. If the lard inside the lotus leaves that are wrapped outside are smaller, then the whole family will probably use up all the meal?

"There are two charcoal pens, two wraps of thread tips, a total of five ounces, two pounds of white flour, and six cents per piece of lard, a total of thirty-one cents, and four cents left. The little girl, what if you want something, what should you think of it as cheap?"

Yao Guoer turned around and looked at the three Lins sucking their fingers beside her, picked four pieces of mung bean cakes for her to use lotus leaves, turned around and handed them to the three younger brothers, and signaled them to each of them to take one piece.

The three Lins hesitated for a moment and quickly picked it up one by one and stuffed it into their mouths. They were so happy that they couldn't find it. Such a good thing was really rare.

Yao Guoer picked up the remaining mung bean cake and stuffed it into her arms. She grind a small bag of malt sugar with the peddler, then walked home with a large bag of things.

Before the three younger brothers could finish chewing the delicious food in their mouths, they looked at the big and small bags in Guoer's arms, hoping to see what Guoer had in his hand, and when they saw Guoer turn around, they followed him all the way home.

"Milk, Sister Guoer bought a lot of good things!"

As soon as he returned to his yard, Wulin started shouting loudly.
Chapter completed!