Not long after, Zhao Guiju ran over again and handed a brand new cotton winter coat to Luo Baolin: "Uncle Paulin, please take this coat back to Jingzhi. I heard that Jingzhi doesn't even have a cotton coat in winter.
No. I, a mother-in-law, can’t handle her."
"You bought clothes for Jingzhi, does your current man know? Don't cause any trouble then." Luo Baolin said with some worry.
"This money is my personal money that I saved, and my man doesn't know about it. Uncle Paulin, don't worry. When the time comes, you can give these clothes to Aunt Jingzhi and ask her aunt to give them to Jingzhi. Otherwise, I'm worried that my sister-in-law will make a fuss." Zhao Guiju
warned.
"Guiju!" A man in the distance shouted loudly.
Hearing this voice, Zhao Guiju's expression changed and she quickly pushed the thing into Luo Baolin's hand, "Uncle Paulin, put it away quickly. Don't let him see it."
Luo Baolin quickly stuffed the clothes into the bamboo basket and covered them with a snakeskin bag.
The man came over and said, "Gui Ju, what are you doing here? Where can I find the money to buy chicken at home? You, a pig bitch, are too good to eat."
Zhao Guiju glanced warily at Luo Baolin's grandparents.
"I met an acquaintance from my mother's village." Zhao Guiju said.
"So that's it. Why don't I recognize it?" Zhao Guiju glanced at Luo Baolin doubtfully.
"There are so many people in our village, do you know them all? Uncle Paulin is not from the same courtyard." Zhao Guiju said calmly.
"I'm just asking casually, Uncle Paulin, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first." The man Zhao Guiju pulled Zhao Guiju and walked away in a hurry.
"Grandpa, why doesn't Aunt Gui Ju take Jingzhi over? Living with your mother is easier than living with Xiao Xia." Luo Tianwang asked puzzledly.
"What do you know? Your Aunt Guiju's life is not easy now. Tianwang, you can't talk to anyone about this matter after you go back today. Aunt Jingzhi bought this dress for her. Do you remember?"
Luo Baolin quickly warned.
"Who should I talk to when I go back? No one in the village will talk to me." Luo Tianwang said with a smile.
Luo Baolin also sighed repeatedly. Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite. Why doesn’t his own family have the same?
During the Chinese New Year, people were coming and going on the street, but things were not easy to sell. There were many people watching, but they all held on to their money and refused to sell. The dealers tried their best to lower the prices.
"I want all of these chickens, but they cost a dollar a pound." A dealer came over and said after looking at some of Luo Baolin's chickens.
The feathers of these chickens are very bright, and their feet are covered with calluses. They are obviously not the kind of chickens that are fed with feed. Moreover, these chickens are very strong, their meat is tightly packed, and they taste better than ordinary chickens.
Many. These are things that only experts can see. Ordinary street bullies simply don’t understand what’s going on here.
"No, this is not a chicken that I feed. I won't sell it for a penny less. This chicken has been fed for more than a year and has eaten a lot of my food. The price is already very cheap." Luo Baolin shook his head.
Seeing that he couldn't get any advantage, the dealer got up and left, wanting to test Luo Baolin's attitude. Who knew that Luo Baolin didn't care at all.
"Uncle, why are you doing this when the weather is so cold? If you sell the chickens earlier, you can take your grandson to do the New Year shopping. In this way, I will add another fifty cents." The dealer wanted to make more money.
Luo Baolin still shook his head, "That's the price. If it's even less, I won't sell it."
Just when the dealer was hesitant and wanted to continue lowering the price, a well-dressed middle-aged man came over. He didn't mind the mud on the street and the smell of the chicken coop. He squatted down next to the chicken coop and said, "This chicken is not bad."
, it’s authentic local chicken. How to sell it?”
"Nine yuan a pound." Luo Tianwang said.
"Okay. I bought them all. But can you sell me this chicken coop? There are so many chickens, I can't take them back," said the middle-aged man.
"I'll give you the chicken coop. I made this chicken coop myself and it's not worth much." Luo Baolin said.
"Okay then. Weigh them together to see how much they weigh." The middle-aged man smiled.
Luo Baolin weighed the chicken, and the middle-aged man paid the money readily. Before leaving, he said: "Old man, if you want to sell this kind of local chicken in the future, you can send it to my house. Not only chickens and ducks, but also chickens grown in rural areas.
Home-cooked food, fish, shrimp, etc. are all fine. Just don’t use pesticides. My family will eat at Qiaotou.”
The middle-aged man is Xu Maomin, who is from Shuikou Miao Town and has opened a high-end restaurant in Xilin City. This time when he came back for the Chinese New Year, he went to Shuikou Miao Town to find some high-quality ingredients. The yellow chickens fed in the countryside around Shuikou Temple were delicious.
It is tender and nutritious. However, due to the impact of some well-bred chickens coming from other places, it is very difficult to find truly pure yellow chicken.
"If you want it, you must get it." Luo Baolin sold all the chickens at once, and he was very happy. He enthusiastically helped Xu Maomin deliver the chickens to Xu Maomin's house.
Before leaving, Luo Tianwang asked casually: "Uncle, do you want to collect the loach?"
"Of course. If you catch a loach, you can send it here." Xu Maomin said with a smile.
"I have raised a pond of loaches. If you collect them all, I can raise more," Luo Tianwang said.
"Okay, feel free to raise them boldly. I'll take as much as you want. But don't feed the loaches. Feeding loaches can't afford the price," Xu Maomin said.
"I don't have money to buy feed. The loaches I eat are more delicious than the ones dug in the ditch." Luo Tianwang said.
Xu Maomin didn't take Luo Tianwang's words seriously and just smiled.
After Luo Baolin sold the chicken, he took Luo Tianwang to eat a bowl of dumpling ears. Luo Tianwang ate it with gusto. Children in rural areas rarely go to restaurants. A bowl of dumpling ears can be regarded as a delicacy.
The Chinese New Year is getting closer and closer, and people from the village who have gone south to work return to Ho Ma Wan one by one carrying bulging luggage.
Luo Tianwang was very envious when he saw other people's parents coming home, and he talked a lot less this time.
Luo Jingzhi was also a child like Luo Tianwang, who had nothing to look forward to. Luo Baolin gave the clothes to Luo Jingzhi, which made Luo Jingzhi happy for many days. She had not worn new clothes during the Chinese New Year for many years.
Spring has begun, and Luo Tianwang's pond is bustling with activity. The loaches that haven't come out much all winter are starting to make a fuss. The loaches are crowded together in a dark mass, writhing in Luo Tianwang's hand. The largest loach in the pond has three or four fingers of Luo Tianwang.
It's so thick, and the number of loaches is not as small as when I first put it down. I don't know how many more.
However, Luo Tianwang was not planning to catch loaches to sell at this time. It was already the loach breeding season. After this season, the number of loaches would increase exponentially.