After yesterday's treat, Old Deng was very fond of Song Qiu, so she seemed to be more talkative. Song Qiu just stood up, and Old Deng agreed wholeheartedly.
As a result, Song Qiu was unable to say a lot of coquettish words of persuasion.
But this is a promise, everything will be fine, and it is worth being happy.
Song Qiu was so happy that she ran out of the upper room of the Zhang family, winked at Zhang Lihua outside, and the two of them quickly ran up the mountain with their backpacks on their backs.
"Grandma Deng has agreed!"
When Zhang Lihua heard this, her eyes lit up, "Ah Qiu, you are still the best!"
"It's not that I'm great. I just started talking, and Grandma Deng nodded in agreement! She didn't even ask me to say anything."
"Really? Why is my breast so easy to talk to?"
"That's right, I'm surprised too! But no matter what, tomorrow we can finally go to town openly and have a good time! Let's pick up more mountain mushrooms today and take them to town to sell tomorrow.
It’s not like just going to have fun, is it?”
"Okay! Listen to you!"
As the sun set, two little girls came down the mountain carrying baskets full of mushrooms. Old Yuan waved under the eaves of the kitchen door and said: "I boiled mugwort water and took a quick bath."
Big!"
Taking a bath with mugwort water and washing your hair to ward off evil spirits is a must during the Dragon Boat Festival. I was busy the past two days, but during the break, the mugwort calamus hanging on the door also withered, so I just boiled water to wash it.
Song Qiu responded and hurriedly called Lihua, "Come on, let's wash together!"
Zhang Lihua was so happy that she agreed, but old Mrs. Deng, who was standing in the yard of the Zhang family, couldn't help but said, "How old are we girls, and we are still washing together!" But she didn't say no, and just took care of herself.
I've been teasing Shidan'er since.
"I mean let's wash our hair together!" Song Qiu replied hahahaly, put down the backpack, and went to the stove to get a bucket to scoop out the moxa leaf water from the pot.
At the water well, cold water was pressed out and mixed with some water. The two little girls put their hair in buns and let it down. They used gourds and gourds to scoop up water that smelled like mugwort leaves and poured it on their heads.
After washing his hair and wrapping it with a piece of cloth, Song Qiu carried water and went to the hut at the back.
The weather was strong and the smell of the latrine was not very good. Fortunately, she and her mother were the only ones at home, so it was bearable.
Song Qiu quickly rinsed her whole body clean, then put on the new clothes that her mother had made for her, and hurriedly carried the bucket out of the latrine. The speed was quite fast, and it took less than half an hour in total.
When they arrived at the front, Zhang Lihua hadn't finished washing yet. Song Qiu wanted to wait for her to go to Xiaohegou to wash clothes, so he simply squatted by the pressure well and talked for a while with old Yuan who was cleaning the mountain mushrooms.
"Nai, our pigsty has been idle for a long time. Let's catch a piglet and feed it. Maybe we can kill the first piglet to celebrate the New Year! Nai, do you think that's okay?"
There is a pigsty next to the hut in their backyard, and there is a chicken coop next to it, but they are both empty at the moment.
Speaking of which, since her mother died of illness, their family has been living in poverty and has never fed pigs or chickens.
In a farmer's house, it is a good thing to be able to feed a pig. In the past, it was difficult to feed a pig, but now.
Old Yuan thought that not to mention what Aqiu had in hand, she also had a hundred bucks in her hand. It would be really good to catch a pig to feed and kill a New Year pig this year to celebrate the New Year.
Thinking like this, Mr. Yuan nodded, "Okay, I'll go to your uncle's house tomorrow and ask. There are two families in their village who have fed sows to give birth. It's impossible to say that there are newborn babies right now.
The pigs are coming out of the pen."
Song Qiu happily agreed, "If there is one, Naike must catch one! I pick up mountain mushrooms every day and I can bring back some pigweed."
There is no such thing as pig feed these days. If you eat some pig grass, don’t mention it, the meat will be even more delicious!
Song Qiu was filled with anticipation, as if he saw a piglet chirping in the pigpen at Ming'er's house.
Killing a fat pig during the Chinese New Year is so beautiful!
After a good night's sleep, Song Qiu got up before Yinshi. Song Qiu walked out of the house quietly, went to the kitchen to wash his face, rinse his mouth, and carried most of the mushrooms on his back. As soon as he left the door, he heard loud noises outside.
Lihua called her in a low voice, her voice filled with uncontrollable excitement.
Song Qiu responded, walked out, the two of them touched each other, helped Zhang Lihua carry the extra basket of mushrooms, and they went down the gentle slope together.
We made an agreement with Wuwujin yesterday, and right now, there happens to be space. Today, in addition to them going to the town, there are four or five people from the village who are also going.
Aunt Meifu was also among them. She carried the two remaining fat chickens on her back, planning to sell them and buy some chickens to feed, so that she could sell the fat chickens again during the Chinese New Year.
There are no chickens for sale at Ping'an Market, so you still have to go to town to buy good chickens.
Aunt Meifu was the best at choosing chickens. Song Qiu couldn't help but ask her to help bring some chickens.
After feeding the pigs, it’s not bad to feed a few chickens by the way.
Aunt Meifu agreed wholeheartedly, "Okay, when I pick out the chickens, I will bring some back to your family!"
Song Qiu wanted to be sincere, so he immediately asked about the market price of the chicken, and handed the copper plate to Aunt Meifu.
They talked about other things along the way, and they were all women who were the best at nagging about household matters. Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua just listened, enjoying the excitement of the host family and the liveliness of the west family.
I didn't even notice it at all, and I was already in town today.
After entering the town, everyone paid the fare and dispersed.
Wu Wujin then drove the oxcart to the other end of the market and helped Zhang Lihua carry two baskets of mushrooms into Zhang Ji's grocery store.
Then he came out and looked at Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua and said: "I return home around Shen Shichu every day. Just wait for me at this place. If I arrive early, I will wait for you too. Don't rush around.
Yes, it’s a lot of fun today, but the most important thing is to pay attention to safety and don’t go to places with few people, you know?”
Knowing that they were going to visit the town today, Wu Wujin couldn't help but warn them.
Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua agreed, then said goodbye to Wujin and headed to the market with their baskets on their backs.
After paying the stall fee and taking the wooden sign, Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua found a similar stall, put down the backpacks, and set up the scales.
There wasn't much for sale today. Once most of the mountain mushrooms in the basket were sold, they went to play!
Not long after setting it down, people who already knew Song Qiu gathered around him, "Little girl, I've been looking for you for two days! Why aren't the rice dumplings being sold anymore?"
When Song Qiu saw someone asking about the rice dumplings, he smiled and said, "It's really troublesome and time-consuming to make the rice dumplings. Our family doesn't have enough hands, so we only sell them before and after the Dragon Boat Festival. After the Dragon Boat Festival, we won't sell them anymore."
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"I haven't eaten enough of the rice dumplings yet! It's a pity that you don't sell them anymore, because if I want to eat rice dumplings again, I have to wait until next year's Dragon Boat Festival?" When the woman heard this, she couldn't help but pout.
"There's no reason why these rice dumplings have to be sold only during the Dragon Boat Festival! How about you make less of them every day, little girl? Then if I want to eat them, I can buy two at any time!"
The old woman who interrupted next to her also answered: "That's right! You can't sell it. I've been looking for you for two days. My eldest grandson just came back from school to visit me. He will be here in August this year."
He's going to take the provincial examination, and I plan to buy him two rice dumplings to eat while they're hot! I never thought I'd see you selling them!"