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Chapter 037 Small disturbance in the morning market

We had to go to the market early, so just after midnight, Qingyu's family went to the market, ready to take the 100 kilograms of leaf vegetables and ten kilograms of pork belly they ordered last night. But when they came to the vegetable stall, they saw a group of people

They gathered around the stall and made a lot of noise.

The vegetable stall owners were crouching and saying sorry,

"Everyone, I'm really sorry. They made so many reservations last night and paid the deposit. There's nothing we can do about it..."

Just as he was talking, he saw Qingyu and his family squeezing through the crowd carrying baskets on their backs. Several stall owners were so happy that they quickly pointed at Qingyu and his family and said, "Look, there are no buyers here. I'm sorry."

Everyone." Then they each carried a large bundle of fresh leafy vegetables and put them into Zhufeng and Wenya's baskets.

Qingyu looked at each bundle carefully, and found that they were all fresh and dewy.

One hundred kilograms of vegetables was not a small amount, and both backpacks were full. Qingyu settled the remaining money with several stall owners, and then prepared to leave with his family.

Someone in the crowd complained at this time, "I'm not afraid of dying if I buy so much."

Hong Tao's ears tipped and her eyes squinted, "What can you do if you have money? Look at your unrecognizable appearance. It's really off-putting. Fortunately, you didn't eat in the morning."

"You..." Seeing that the person being scolded was a ten-year-old girl, she became so angry that she raised her hand and tried to throw it away.

Shi'an, who was walking next to Hongtao, raised his hand, and his usually gentle eyes turned hard. He pinched the man's wrist and with just a little force, the man screamed in pain.

Hongtao gave a proud "bang" to the man, pulled Qingyu and walked away in a big way.

The family came to the meat stall again, and the stall owner greeted them with a smile. He picked up the pork belly that had been prepared and said, "Let's see if it's the best pork belly, specially reserved for you."

The pork belly, three fat and two thin, alternated with each other. It looked really comfortable. Qingyu nodded with satisfaction and took money from Xuannv Temple and handed it to the stall owner.

The stall owner was a little surprised when he saw that it was a little girl giving money. He smiled and said, "This little girl is amazing. She has learned to manage money at such a young age. She will definitely be a big shopkeeper in the future. You two are so lucky."

Zhufeng and Wen Ya both had kind smiles on their faces. That's not true. Thinking back then, their head junior sister was not only in charge of money, but also the entire Xuan Sect. Tsk tsk... It makes them, senior fellow apprentices who are hundreds of years older,

The senior sisters are very ashamed. No wonder the master wants to pass the position of head to the younger junior sister. Poor junior sister, she is only over a hundred years old and she is still a child. Alas...

Seeing that the two baskets could no longer fit, the stall owner kindly moved the vegetables away from the baskets and put the meat inside to block it. He also explained: "It's very messy here. Don't ask people to snatch the meat away. It's better to hide it."

good."

Zhufeng and Wen Ya thanked them again and left with the three babies.

There were a lot of people in the market at this time, so they bought two baskets of things which were not too eye-catching. Then the family of five started strolling in the market, and saw a blacksmith shop on the way. Qingyu said: "There are still some things I want to buy."

, go over there and have a look." Then he ran over first.

The blacksmith was shirtlessly forging iron, and the fire was burning brightly in the kiln. Before he could get closer, a wave of heat hit the ground. It was so warm that many children in ragged clothes gathered around the door of the blacksmith shop, but they were just trying to keep warm.

When Qingyu walked over, the blacksmith glanced at her and thought she was here to warm up, so he didn't care and continued to forge.

"Uncle, how do you sell this shovel? And this saw?"

There was a small wooden stall at the door of the blacksmith shop. There was a row of kitchen knives and other knives on the stall, and some farm tools and other utensils were leaning on both sides. Qingyu held a shovel in one hand and a saw in the other.

The blacksmith smiled and said: "Little kid, you can't play with that. It's very sharp. If you touch it, it will make a cut. Put it down quickly."

Zhufeng and Wen Ya also came over. Seeing Qingyu holding a shovel and saw, Zhufeng asked: "Want to buy these?"

Qingyu explained: "Why do we need to renovate our house? We can save a lot of money by doing it ourselves."

Repairing the house...Zhufeng suddenly remembered the fall in Bailin Village, and shook his head with lingering fear: "We don't know anything, so it's okay to just sleep like this."

But Wen Ya glared at him and selected a few sharp and useful tools.

Hongtao smiled disdainfully at Zhufeng: "It's useless."

When Zhufeng saw the astonished look from the blacksmith shop, he silently turned his head and leaned against the wooden pillar of the blacksmith shop. He didn't want to see this group of indifferent people.

"Sister, I need to buy something." The blacksmith shop wisely did not ask Zhufeng.

Wen Ya nodded, put down her backpack for Hong Tao and Shi An to look at, and then walked into the shop with Qing Yu.

Back then, Xuanmen finally flourished under the hard-working leadership of the head junior sister, with more than 10,000 disciples in each pavilion. In order to cope with the sudden increase in the number of disciples, many Taoist temples were urgently built at that time. Qingyu and Wen Ya watched the entire construction process.

Therefore, it would not be difficult for the two of them to build a small mud house.

The blacksmith looked at the appearance of little Master Qingyu and found it funny. It seemed that this family was headed by a woman, which was quite novel.

Soon, Qingyu and Wenya selected six tools. Qingyu went to pay, while Wenya distributed the tools to several other people.

When paying, Qingyu saw a stall on the other side of the shop with knives and swords on it. She smiled and called: "Auntie, this way."

Wen Ya turned around and saw Qing Yu on the other side. She walked around and asked, "What's wrong?" When her eyes fell on the stall, she understood, and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

The blacksmith was a little surprised, "You two want to buy a knife?" This is a thing for men, and a knife weighs more than ten kilograms. Is it possible that the mother and daughter can still use the knife? As for the husband looking at the street, he is no longer with him

Consider the scope.

Wen Ya picked up a sword and looked at it. Although it was far inferior to the Qing Ya sword she once used, it was better than nothing. Thinking about how she used to fight with a kitchen knife, it was indeed very limited.

The swords were all very ordinary iron swords. Wen Ya went back and forth to choose from them. Although she was not satisfied with them, she finally chose one and said, "That's it." It weighed about eight or nine kilograms, and the blade was still sharp, barely sharp enough.

Consider it handy.

Before Qingyu could ask, the blacksmith said, "Sister, you have good eyesight. This sword is the best in my shop. It's not expensive, only one tael of silver."

One tael? One tael for this broken sword? Wen Ya was about to put it down with a dark face, but Qingyu stopped her and said to the shopkeeper: "We bought so many things, and we will come back again in the future. For eight dollars, if you

If it sells, we will buy it.”

The blacksmith frowned and said in a dilemma: "Little sister, this is a fine iron sword. If you don't believe it, ask your mother, she will definitely understand. Eight coins is really not enough. At most, I can give you fifty copper coins less, otherwise I will really make no profit.

Already."

"Then nine coins." Qingyu took out the money from Xuannv Palace, as if she would just let it go if she didn't sell it.

Suddenly one hundred copper coins were lost. The blacksmith sighed, but usually not many people bought these knives and swords, so he hesitated for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

Wen Ya still thought it was too expensive, "Forget it, I won't buy it." She advised.

"I will use it in the future." Qingyu smiled and added, "I will buy a better sword for my mother in the future."

Wen Ya couldn't help but smile. She was happy to have a sword in her hand, so she asked the blacksmith to install the sword case and put it on her back.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Wen Ya showed the sword to others with some embarrassment, "I bought a sword."

Hong Tao backed away in disgust: "How can this kind of sword be worthy of our Xuanmen's top swordsman, Senior Sister Wen Ya? It's too shabby. I must change to a better one in the future. It's too shameful."

Shi'an pulled out the sword and took a few glances at it, "It's quite sharp."

Zhufeng's autism was cured, so he came up to take a look, and shook his head: "Hey...poor, the life of the poor is really sad. Our gentle and lovely junior sister Wen Ya is really not worthy of this iron sword, but...

It’s okay to make do with it.”

I don’t know if I said the wrong thing, but anyway, I got a punch from Wen Ya.

Qingyu smiled and said: "Let's go back and tidy up our house now."


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