"My chicken, why can't I speak?" Shuangxi couldn't get better when he thought of the torture that Mrs. An's wife had inflicted on the original version of Shuangxi.
When Shen Ziyan heard this, he smiled in a good mood. Although his eye sockets were sunken due to hunger, there was a smile in his bright eyes.
It doesn't look too ugly or unacceptable.
Mrs. An never expected that Shuangxi would speak so intelligently, and she was a little startled.
Taking advantage of this moment, Shuangxi glanced at Shen Ziyan, and the two of them started running.
Seeing Shuangxi and An Ziyan running away, Madam An's wife shouted loudly: "Hey! Hey!"
But how could Shuangxi and Shen Ziyan pay attention to her?
For a long time, the two of them felt that Madam An would not catch up, so they stopped panting.
Shuangxi said: "I'm sorry."
Shen Ziyan said gently: "What are you sorry for?"
Shuangxi said with a little embarrassment: "She is just that kind of person, don't argue with her."
There was a smile in Shen Ziyan's eyes: "Aren't you always worrying about me?"
Shuangxi blushed and stopped talking.
There were a lot of people going to the market today. From time to time, people driving bullock carts passed by the two of them. The soles of Shuangxi's feet were already aching. The shoes didn't fit very well. The big female toes were already sticking out after walking such a long distance.
It was really hard for her.
Shen Ziyan watched his little wife insist on walking without saying a word, and then looked at the passing oxcart, which made her feel sad.
"Let me carry you." Shen Ziyan said.
Shuangxi shook his head, with a firm look on his thin yellow face: "I can walk by myself."
Because when you go to a crowded place, you have to avoid some taboos, so Shen Ziyan didn't hold Shuangxi's hand, so they went to the left and right, and they didn't arrive at the market until noon.
The so-called market is a spacious street in Qingshan Town, surrounded by five or six villages, where sales and transactions are conducted.
When the two of them arrived, there were already a lot of people and there was no room to set up stalls.
Seeing Shen Ziyan's embarrassed look, Shuangxi went to each stall one by one to ask questions.
"Auntie, can you make a small place for me?" Shuangxi had a kind smile on his face.
The aunt buying vegetables shook her head: "I can't even put this thing away!"
Shuangxi looked at the sparsely arranged green vegetables on the ground with contempt in his eyes. He couldn't believe that there was really no room.
"Uncle, can you give me a seat?" Shuangxi walked a few steps and stopped at another stall.
This older man was very talkative. He moved the basket he had packed his things in and said to Shou Shuangxi, "Here it is."
"Dad! I...burp...I'm back." A big man stumbled toward the stall.
The old man looked obviously panicked and quickly winked at Shuangxi.
At this time, the big man had already looked towards Shuangxi.
Shuangxi quickly pulled Shen Ziyan away.
Finally, we found an open space and stopped between an uncle selling pork and an aunt selling tofu.
Shen Ziyan took off the backpack, opened the lid, and took out the pheasant. The pheasant's wings and feet had already been tied with straw ropes, so he was not worried about it running away.
Shuangxi took out the jar, and inside were the fruits on the cover.
There are also some large smooth leaves in the bamboo basket, which Shuangxi asked to bring.
Shuangxi threw the rags he brought from home on the ground, neatly arranged a few green leaves, took out a few red fruits, and placed them on top.
The red and green look really good together.
There was another problem. Shuangxi didn't know what the currency here was like, nor did it know the prices, so he had to ask Shen Ziyan: "Brother, how much does our pheasant cost?"
"Fifteen coppers." Shen Ziyan said with a smile.
Shuangxi estimated that even two copper coins for his jar of fruit would be too much.
"How do you sell this pheasant?" A woman in her early twenties came over holding a 18-year-old boy.
Although the woman's clothes are semi-old, they are not ordinary gray cloth, but printed with flowers, and she also wears a plain silver hairpin on her head.
Her appearance was ordinary, but Shuangxi didn't care what she looked like. When she and Shen Ziyan were discussing the price, they started chatting with the little boy next to them.
"Little brother, sister, I will give you something delicious." Shuangxi carefully wrapped a fruit in leaves and gave it to the little boy.
A child of this age is greedy and will eat whatever is given to him. He grabbed the fruit and put it in his mouth.
At this time, the woman had already bought the pheasant. When she saw that the child had eaten Shuangxi's fruit, she gave Shuangxi a look, grabbed the child, and took her away.
As he walked, he lectured: "Don't eat food from strangers in the future!"
Shuangxi touched her nose. The child she wanted to offend wanted to eat this and asked the woman to buy it. Unexpectedly, she lost one fruit.
Shen Ziyan looked at Shuangxi in a funny way, and left in no hurry, accompanying Shuangxi to sell honey fruits.
However, no one cared about this fruit. Just when Shuangxi was feeling a little depressed, the woman who had just bought the pheasant came back angrily and killed it.
The child following behind had red eyes.
"This eldest sister?" Shuangxi had to ask as he saw people rushing to his stall.
The woman glared at Shuangxi fiercely and asked, "How can I sell this fruit?"
"Fifteen coppers a piece." Shuangxi was overjoyed, thinking that he was afraid that the child had a quarrel with his mother just now.
A copper plate is not a big deal for this woman's family, but she is not considered rich after all, so she has to calculate carefully, with a look of surprise on her face: "This mountain and wild thing, fifteen people need one copper plate?"
Shuangxi patiently explained: "This fruit is soaked in honey, and honey is not cheap."
Shuangxi didn't know whether honey was cheap or not, so he had to say it casually.
At this time, the child beside her burst into tears.
"Mom, I want it!" a willful voice sounded.
The woman glared at the child, but the child cried even more vigorously.
The noisy crying attracted the attention of people on the road.
"One penny, seventeen!" the woman said to Shuangxi.
"One penny, fifteen, it can't be cheaper." Shuangxi said firmly. She had already seen that the child had to get this fruit. Is she stupid to lower the price now?
The woman had no choice but to throw out a copper plate with a bad look on her face. Shuangxi took the copper plate and happily folded the leaves into a triangle and filled it with fifteen fruits.
When the fruit came into the boy's hands, the boy stopped crying and couldn't wait to take one and put it in his mouth.
In view of Tongzi's suggestion, the men of the Shen family were too young. Qiong was two years older each, Zi Yan was twenty-two, Shen Yan was fifteen, Shen Mo was fourteen, and Shen Bingxian was thirteen~
Now you have reached the age where you can have sex.~Double Happiness Twelve...
Ahem.. After winter, spring comes and you will be thirteen~ The ancients could... um um... you know~~~
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