In May, there are most fish sellers on the street.
It is a custom in the capital that every family eats fish in May. It is said that it is because of Qu Zi.
The fish sellers here are also very particular about selling fish in carts and buckets.
Car fish are sold from push carts, and the fish are pulled on a flatbed cart. They are usually not live fish and come in different sizes, so the price is cheap.
Bucket fish are usually held by young and strong young men in shallow buckets, and several fresh carps are raised in clear water. Each fish is one foot tall, with golden scales and red tails, just like those painted in New Year paintings.
Such a fish is not cheap, and ordinary people cannot afford it.
Therefore, I only need to sell a few pieces every day, which is enough for the family.
The capital is the most prosperous and prosperous place in the country, and the customs and customs are naturally different. If nothing else is mentioned, there are several times more people selling fresh goods in the capital than in other places.
There were many people in the capital carrying baskets and loaders, selling whatever was fresh.
Fairy peaches in May, late apricots in September, watermelons that are three to nine days old, fresh lotus roots that have just begun in spring. Even Siamese pork smoked by Lingbai, and honey milk crystal candy from Persia.
In a word, they can buy good things that ordinary people cannot afford or eat.
If you are diligent and quick-witted and have a sweet mouth, you can always find a few regular wealthy customers and you can eat and drink without any worries.
No, just after breakfast, the fish seller Zhang Xiaosan came to the back door of Cheng'enbo's house again, sat under the shade of the willow, and started selling in a high voice and a low voice.
After a while, the door in the back corner creaked, and an old woman about half her age walked out. She walked only a few steps, and she turned around while walking, as if she was in a hurry to go out and her soul couldn't follow her.
Zhang Xiaosan and she were old acquaintances, and he said with a smile: "Aunt Hu, I haven't seen you for two days, and you are getting younger and younger."
"You little hozen, keep me entertained!" said Aunt Hu, making a show of hitting Zhang Xiaosan on the shoulder.
The young and strong shoulders made her feel trembling, wishing she could shrink back to her twenties or thirties.
"You, old man, are also very caring. I haven't opened the store yet, so I'll bring them to you first, and you can choose." Zhang Xiaosan exhaled exaggeratedly, as if he was really hurt by a beating.
This made Aunt Hu chuckle twice, then she put on airs and said, "Assuming you have a filial piety, let me see which one is best."
Although she said this, she didn't look at the fish in the bucket seriously, she just joked with Zhang Xiaosan.
The two chatted for a long time before finally choosing a fish. Zhang Xiaosan broke off a willow branch from the nearby willow tree, pierced the gills of the fish, tied a button and gave it to Aunt Hu to carry.
Aunt Hu gave him the money and walked back with the fish in hand.
She came in through the back corner door, and before she had walked a few steps, a person suddenly came out from behind and hugged her.
Aunt Hu screamed and cursed, "You are a murderer! You almost scared away my fish."
The person hugging her did not let go, but straightened up a little, and said coquettishly, "I told you before, just leave the shopping to me. You can just say what you want to eat. Why bother to show your face."
"Yu Daxia, stop talking nonsense with me!" Aunt Hu pushed the man away, "Is the food you bought edible? I don't want anything dirty and smelly to be brought into the house."
It turned out that this man was the comprador of the kitchen in the mansion. His surname was Yu. Because he was a bit hunchback, people nicknamed him Da Xia.
"It's for others, and it's good for you." Yu Daxia's shrunken face was full of smiles, "If you have nothing to do tonight, come to the backyard, and I'll treat you to wine and roast chicken."
"That depends on my mood," Aunt Hu twisted her waist and got out of the embrace of the prawns, "I have no time to spare right now, our girl wants to drink fresh fish soup!"
As he spoke, he twisted his fat buttocks.
After handing the fish to the small kitchen and telling the cook to prepare it for lunch, Aunt Hu came forward.
It happened that Qiu Jie, the maid in Madam's room, came over from the big kitchen with a plate of freshly made pastries. Aunt Hu asked, "Are there any guests here?"
"My aunt is here," Qiu Jie kept walking, "Don't come too close, because you know she doesn't want to see her."
The aunt she was talking about was Mrs. Cheng Yihou. Upon hearing this, Aunt Hu shrank her neck and stopped talking.
In the upper room, Mrs. Chengyihou was having tea and chatting with her mother and sister-in-law.
She had just arrived, and she only had enough time to ask her mother and sister-in-law how they were doing recently, and what her nephew Zheng Wuji was doing.
"I haven't been home for several days. I sent Xiao Yao'er out to look for him, but he still hasn't found his whereabouts. As you know, he is like a wild horse with no bridle tied to the sky. He disappears as soon as he runs out." Zheng Wuji
My mother, Fang, probably looked much older than her peers because she had been a widow since she was young.
She had a chronic problem with gastric pain, and even if she didn't feel pain, she would always put one hand on her upper abdomen, frowning, and look grimacing.
"It's not a long-term solution for him to be like this. Everyone as old as him has already found a job." Mrs. Hou Ye hated that iron can't change steel. "One year older and two years younger, is it really going to be thirty?"
Is age determined?"
She was going to continue talking, but the old lady started crying.
"It's easy to say, he is a living person, we can't tie him up. I've said it before, I don't want him to be rich, I just want him to grow up in peace and spread the branches of the Zheng family, then we will be satisfied."
The old lady is getting older, and her tear sockets are particularly shallow. When she mentions her grandson, she immediately thinks of her son and husband who died young. She feels that her whole life is like being soaked in bitter water, and even God is sorry for her.
When she cried, Mrs. Fang cried too. The tacit understanding between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was unparalleled. Even the biological mother and daughter may not be so affectionate.
Mrs. Hou Ye looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and swallowed back all the words in her heart.
"Auntie, try the snacks made by our new cook." Qiu Jie came in and put the snacks on the table.
"You have to eat some of the white fungus and poria cream I brought here in the morning and evening," Madam Marquis said, "Don't skimp on everything. You can't even save enough for him to go out and squander."
"The man's family is easy to make friends with, so it will naturally cost more." The old lady doted on her grandson and excused him in every way. "Although we are not as good as your family, we are still in the Earl's Mansion. The products on the farm and the business of the shop,
Why is there not enough for him to spend? Don’t be too frugal, it’s better to spend it than to save it for others.”
Mrs. Hou Ye knew that it would be useless to talk more. If the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had listened to the advice, they would not have manipulated Zheng Wuji to such an extent.
"My aunt came here today to have lunch and then go back." Mrs. Fang said, wiping her tears.
Their family relies on this sister-in-law for many things. In the future, his son will need help from his uncle if he wants to find a job.
"No, I came today to talk about something important. After I finish speaking, I will leave." Mrs. Marquis said, "I have found a match for Wuji. I have already read my horoscopes and it is very compatible."
