After asking twice, one of the children said with a foreign accent: "Xiaohe Village, are we from Xiaohe Village?"
Yingbao didn't know where Xiaohe Village was, but she was sure that the two children were not from Qinchuan County.
She squatted in the east and used her legs and fingers to test the breath of the person lying on the ground, and found that the person had died.
"Who is that person like us?" Yingbao asked.
The older boy looked wary and refused to say anything. The girl next to him said, "No, Auntie."
Yingbao paused and decided to tell them the truth: "My mother-in-law is dead."
Even if the weather is cold, staying with the dead will make you sick. If the two children don't find a place to stay as soon as possible, they will probably not survive that winter.
The girl cried while gnawing on the grass, while the boy remained silent. Apparently they already knew the truth.
Jiang Quan came over and took out a bunch of copper coins and handed it over: "Here, that's three hundred coins. We can't rob other people's things anymore. We'll be lucky tomorrow. If we don't meet them, if it's not someone else, we'll have our money already."
My leg is broken. Don’t stay here, find a place to stay first.”
Even if you work as a slave, it is better than freezing and starving to death on the streets.
The boy immediately took the copper coin, thanked him, and put the money into his tattered clothes.
Jiang Quan held his little cousin by one leg, Xiao Hei and Golden Boy by the other, turned around and left.
There are many such beggars. He will encounter several groups at the market tomorrow, and he doesn't know where they came from.
I can help them for a while, but I can't help them forever. Yandong can give them some money so that they can survive for a while.
Golden Boy was sobbing all the way, feeling sorry for Pingxiang who was snatched away after half a meal.
Seeing that he didn't stop, Ying Bao took out another big pingxiong from her small bag and gave it to him. "Here, stop crying. He didn't ask me why he came there."
The golden boy took Ping Miao, wiped his nose with his sleeve, and instantly beamed, "He wants to go to my house to play with me."
He used to go to Jiangji Specialty Shop with his eldest sister, so he wanted to go there tomorrow to play with Yingbao.
Ying Bao said angrily: "How old am I? That I dare to run around alone?"
The golden boy blinked and said seriously: "He will be seven years old during the Chinese New Year, of course he dares."
He has been playing in front of the shop since he was a child. When he was a little older, he would run far away to play with his friends from the neighbors. A while ago, he went to Wa City alone to watch an acrobatic performance.
Yingbao sighed secretly.
I guess that’s how street kids are raised.
In fact, the golden boy has already started studying in private school. As for the recent annual vacation in private school, he has been a little idle.
The bright moon happens to be the confinement month when the Qiu family and the Jiang family get married. There are many guests at home, so it is inevitable that there will be some oversights, so I have to stay in the golden boy.
Fortunately, the golden boy encountered two little beggars and was not seriously injured. If he encountered a kidnapper or a kidnapper, the consequences would be disastrous.
But then again, a seven-year-old baby can already remember things. Kidnappers don't like kidnapping boys, and if they are not girls, it's a different matter.
For safety reasons, Yingbao and her second cousin sent the golden boy to his door before returning to the market.
After buying the things, I saw that it was getting late, so I walked back.
When I passed the wall again, the two little beggars and the corpse on the ground were gone.
In the second month, Jiang Dalang and Jiang Erlang returned to their hometown with Jiang Cheng and his wife, while Jiang Sanlang stayed behind to take care of his daughter and Jiang Quan. They also went to the market to buy door gods and peach charms in preparation for the New Year's Eve, for their house and daughter's shop.
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As for Jiang Cheng's house, it will naturally be managed by his father-in-law.
Soon the New Year's Eve day came.
Jiang Quan got up early in the morning, called his little cousin, moved the turntable and some goods into the carriage, and transported them to a better place for him to step on.
At this time, it was bright and clear, and there were already people moving on the street.
Ying Bao poked her head out of the carriage and saw a row of bricks on the ground on both sides of the street. Could you please put a bamboo root, a wooden stick, or a few lumps of earth?
That means someone came in the middle of the night, used those things to mark the territory, and set up stalls according to their own marks the next day.
I guess my second cousin had also been here, and he saw about ten pieces of broken tiles placed around the place where their carriage was, marking a circle.
"Yingbao, are you hungry?" Jiang Quan set up the carousel and prepared to go to a food shop not far away to buy breakfast.
Yingbao breathed a sigh of relief: "He begged for wontons and meat pie." She suddenly missed her aunt's meat pie.
"Wait! He's going to buy it." Jiang Quan happily ran to buy breakfast.
After a while, he came over with two large bowls of wontons and an oil paper bag under his arm.
Yingbao was walking in the carriage, eating wontons and meatloaf, which were delicious.
The sky is getting brighter and more and more people are on the streets, most of them are vendors setting up stalls.
Yingbao looked at her big colorful carousel, and there was a sign next to the carousel, which read: Jiangji Specialty, the county learns the wrong noodles, and sells the county's specialties, and the children are innocent.
Looking at the turntable again, Jiang Quan has painted various patterns on the head, and each pattern corresponds to a small commodity.
The most expensive thing is actually a silver bracelet.
After finishing the wontons, Jiang Quan handed the bowl and chopsticks to the snack shop and stood there shooting arrows to attract customers.
Ying Bao was a little bored while walking in the carriage. When she saw her second cousin was busy shooting arrows, she said, "He has gone back. Can I stay there alone?"
"Going back to where?" Jiang Quan didn't know why.
Yingbao pointed to the direction of the shop and said, "He went to set up a stall at the door of the shop." In the past two months, she had brought out a lot of bananas and melons, as well as some flowers, and planned to sell them in the shop to increase the popularity of the shop.
Jiang Quan nodded: "Okay."
Anyway, the third uncle is here. If the little cousin comes to visit unexpectedly, the third uncle will definitely take care of her.
The flow of people at the county school is much less than that at the market, and there are also fewer stalls on the roadside.
Yingbao and her father opened the door of the shop, then carried a small bamboo bed and placed it at the door of the shop. On the bamboo bed, there were a lot of bright peonies and chrysanthemums.
The clusters of peonies, with their flower stems wrapped in cotton balls dipped in Pupil Spring, can bloom undefeated for several days.
There was a basket of fragrant wood dandelions, a large basket of bright red mangosteens, and a large basket of golden and green melons.
Although Jiang Sanlang wondered why there was such a thing in the winter, he couldn't think of anything weird.
After all, some wealthy families will also build some greenhouses, and many precious flowers are raised in the greenhouses.
But what exactly they will raise is unknown to ordinary people.
Maybe those peonies, dandelions and chrysanthemums are grown by some wealthy families.
As for Pingchang and so on, it is not unusual. Some fruit farmers deliberately store autumn fruits for sale in winter, hoping to sell them at a high price.
Not long after the things were put out, people came around to watch.
Because the bed of bright peonies was so attractive, even Jiang Yunniang ran over to look at it several times.
"How do you sell the flowers?" an aunt asked.
Ying Bao: "A peony is worth fifty cents, and a peony is five cents per hundred cents."
"Ah! It's so expensive!" The aunt was stunned: "It's too late for the price of silk flowers."
Yingbao said seriously: "Silk flowers have no fragrance, but the flowers in his house are fresh and real flowers that can last for several days."
At that time, people in the East wore flowers very hard, even more so with real flowers. Although silk flowers will never wither, they are not ornaments worn by people in the East.
Especially in the winter when thousands of flowers are withered, you can wear a real peony to visit relatives and friends during the Yuan Dynasty. It will be a very honorable thing.
