Luo Fengtang turned to look at the salesman's load and asked Yang Ruoqing, "We can get nine cents, why don't you buy it, Qing'er?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and stroked the bangs in front of her forehead to one side, and smiled, "I am a naturally beautiful girl. She can kill half the street in a flash without wearing any flowers. Why waste that money?"

Luo Fengtang ""

Because today is the first day of the tenth lunar month, the Winter Clothes Festival, and it coincides with the beginning of the month.

There is unprecedented excitement in Wa City.

In addition to the vendors who had been stationed in Wa City for a long time, all the villagers from Shiliba Village gathered here.

Various agricultural and sideline products, wild products, game, parallel imports are everywhere

The sounds of hawking and buying, as well as the sounds of bargaining, gathered together to form an endless flow of large-scale agricultural and food exchange places.

When Yang Ruoqing came to Wa City, she jumped into the sea with the fish, and her whole body became excited.

A pair of bright eyes quickly shuttled among the crowd, scanning every stall in search of high-quality and low-priced soybeans.

Soon, she made deals with several peasant women and purchased more than twenty kilograms of soybeans at a price of three cents per kilogram.

"Qing'er, you discuss business with me first. I'll go away for a while and come back to you later."

In front of the stall of an old man selling soybeans, Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing, who was leaning over to look at the soybeans.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head when she heard this and was surprised, "What are you going to do?"

Luo Fengtang made no sound while chewing, and his face turned slightly red.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

There are three things people are anxious about. Look at what you are asking, hey

"Then go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

She then smiled and turned around to look at the soybeans in the old man's twine bag.

On the way here just now, Yang Ruoqing went to a rice and grain shop on the roadside to inquire about the market prices.

Soybeans in rice and grain shops cost five cents a pound.

In this Wa City, the old farmers who came to the market only had three cents for soybeans and peanuts.

Yang Ruoqing was so happy that she almost grinned to the side. It was a pity that she didn't bring a pole, twine bag or rope, otherwise, she might really have to sweep up all the soybeans.

After a bowl of tea, Luo Fengtang came back.

"Qing'er, have you bought the soybeans?" he asked.

"Okay, they're all here," Yang Ruoqing said, pointing to her feet.

The wooden barrel that contained tofu before was filled to the brim with soybeans.

"It looks like a big portion." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Thirty pounds is enough for us to make tofu for a long time."

According to the contract, tofu will be delivered to the restaurant once every three days.

Fifty pounds of tofu will be sent every time.

Ten pounds of soybeans can make fifty pounds of tofu.

There are thirty kilograms of soybeans in the bucket, enough to cook six times.

A trip is made every three days, which means that the raw materials of these thirty kilograms of soybeans are enough to support the supply for a period of time.

Besides, I still have a few kilograms of soybeans sent by Lao Suntou at home.

"When this batch of soybeans is used up, we will come back to the market to buy soybeans. We will receive them here. Let's go back to the village."

Yang Ruoqing said happily, clapped her hands, and leaned over to pick up the barrel.

Luo Fengtang had already rushed ahead of her, holding the wooden bucket containing soybeans in his hand.

"I'll carry it," he said.

Yang Ruoqing said, "The barrel is quite heavy."

Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "Nothing, let's go."

"All right"

The two people returned along the original road.

"Tangyaozi, today is the Winter Clothes Festival, has your family bought joss paper and firecrackers?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

The first day of the tenth lunar month every year is the Winter Clothes Festival.

It is a custom in the Mianniu Mountain area to go to the mountain in the afternoon of the Winter Clothes Festival to burn incense paper for deceased relatives, so that they can have money to buy winter clothes there.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "I didn't buy it."

For as long as I can remember, I have never seen my parents, let alone my grandparents.

Every year during ancestor worship, I followed my uncle to the mountain behind the village. My uncle would point to an inconspicuous earth bag and tell him.

Tell him that's his dad

Let him kowtow to his father and burn incense

He does it every year, but he feels at a loss in his heart

What does it feel like to have a father and a mother?

He doesn't know, so he has always been indifferent to this kind of burning cold clothes.

What's more, life at home is difficult, so it doesn't matter how much money you can save.

"Last night, my uncle told me to buy winter clothes today, but I didn't buy them and I don't want to buy them," Luo Fengtang said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing looked at his appearance, a little surprised.

Then I thought about his life and I could understand a little bit.

Just like herself, she was an orphan in her previous life, without a father or mother, and was adopted by an organization.

Although they are Chinese people, they rarely follow Chinese traditional customs.

I have never done anything like burning incense and kowtow to someone.

Murder is commonplace

But in this life, she has a different life.

Traveling through a farmhouse, there is a father, a mother and a young brother, three thatched houses, and several acres of paddy fields and thin land.

She lived a simple and peaceful life without any big storms, but it was this peaceful life that gave her a real feeling.

Let her feel that as a human being, she comes to this world for a while.

All the prosperous scenery, in the end, cannot compare with the mutual support every day with your loved ones.

"Tangyaozi, no matter what happens, no matter whether there is no nostalgia between you, your father and the ancestors of your family. This is a custom that should be followed, and we still have to follow it."

Yang Ruoqing guided Luo Fengtang in a clear voice.

"As children, we must not forget our roots. We respect the deceased. We still have to fulfill our filial piety. Without those ancestors who are sleeping underground, where did we come from?"

Luo Fengtang raised his eyes and looked steadily at the female doll in front of him.

From her dark and bright eyes, he once again saw her maturity and seriousness that surpassed that of a girl her age.

Luo Fengtang felt that his words and deeds just now were like an ignorant child in front of her.

That's right, you can't always be serious about whether you and your father have any father-son relationship.

Because he gave me this life, and because I was able to stand here and talk to Qing'er, I should buy some joss sticks to honor him.

The slightest resistance in his heart disappeared. Luo Fengtang scratched his head, "Qing'er, what you said makes sense, let's go buy it together."

Not far from here, there is a shop selling joss paper and firecrackers.

The two men went into the shop, cut out a few pieces of incense paper and two pieces of firecrackers, each spending more than ten pennies, but less than twenty pennies.

Yang Ruoqing took the wrapped paper firecrackers.

After leaving the shop, Luo Fengtang reached out again and took the things in her hand.

"Qing'er, just wave your hands and walk away. Get everything for me."

Yang Ruoqing was secretly satisfied with this boy's diligence and strength.

As she walked on the road, she smiled so brightly that she teased him, "You kid, you really think you're the invincible superman. You're the one who gets everything. When your hands get sore and you don't have to change them, let's see what you do."

Luo Fengtang said indifferently, "These are nothing like hunting in the mountains. When the harvest is good, you have to carry it on your shoulder and carry two hares on your waist. You have to climb several mountains and have several streams flowing through it."
Chapter completed!