He said he wanted to go to the market, so she went to tell her father about it.
Song Jingyun felt warm in her heart.
Of course, Jiang Youcheng and Mr. Liu had no objections to the fact that their two children were going to the market.
There were a lot of wattle baskets made this time, and Jiang Youcheng couldn't carry them all by himself. He had to carry the fish with him, and the fish was forked by Song Jingyun. He took the two children to the market to see the excitement and buy some snacks. Come and eat, it's very good.
So, that afternoon, Jiang Youcheng and Liu hurriedly and slowly weaved all the wattle branches into baskets and baskets.
When they woke up the next morning and had breakfast early, Jiang Youcheng took Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun out with a lot of things on their backs.
It takes an hour to walk from Jiangjiacun to Shanglin Town. If you take a car, the time will be cut in half.
However, riding in an ox-cart costs one penny per person, and so many things take up space, so an additional two pence will be charged.
For this trip, you will get five cents.
Jiang Youcheng felt a little distressed, but thinking about his daughter who had just recovered from illness, and her little son-in-law who looked thin and weak, he gritted his teeth, stopped Jiang San's bullock cart from the same village, and got on it.
No matter how hard it is, it can't be hard on the children.
Jiang San and Jiang Youcheng are about the same age, and they have grown up together, but Jiang San is not young, so Jiang Youcheng has to call him uncle.
Watching Jiang Youcheng move things into the car, Jiang San grinned and started joking.
"You're a very stingy kid on weekdays. Even if the hemp rope tying the basket breaks your shoulders, you won't be willing to get back in the car. Now the sun is coming out in the west."
"Third uncle, don't laugh at people. The sun still comes from the east. There are so many things here." Jiang Youcheng laughed.
Where there are many things, there are obviously many people, and they are not willing to let their daughter and son-in-law suffer hardship.
This is Jiang Youcheng.
Jiang San curled his lips and took back two more of the five cents given by Jiang Youcheng, "Okay, someone asked me to bring a lot of things to the market today, so people can't sit down anymore. You can wait a moment." Help me to keep things from falling on the way, and you can consider it as payment for your hard work."
Jiang Youcheng was not far from Jiang San. He knew his intention and did not refuse. He just accepted it and said, "Okay."
After the things were packed and tied tightly with thick hemp rope, Jiang San finally shook his whip.
The bullock cart swayed forward.
It was a warm and lukewarm day in April. The spring breeze was blowing all the way. It was very pleasant to see the green crop fields on both sides of the road and listen to the chirping of birds.
Jiang Michia felt very comfortable, and her eyes narrowed into thin slits.
Song Jingyun was a little excited. Although he kept silent along the way because he was afraid of danger, his eyes kept turning, looking to the left, to the right, to the back...
"Mom, that person keeps looking at me. I'm so scared."
There is also an oxcart on the right rear side. The cart is full of people, including women and children. They go to the town to buy soy sauce, vinegar, needlework, and other things.
One of the four or five-year-old girls, who was closest to Song Jingyun, hid under her mother's arm in fear.
The woman patted her daughter's back gently, whispered comfort, and then gave Song Jingyun a fierce look.
Song Jingyun was naturally aware of the other party's hostility, but he didn't understand what he had done wrong, so he looked at Jiang Michia without knowing why.
There was grievance in his eyes.
"It's quite rude to keep staring at other people, especially if that person is from the girl's family, it's even more inappropriate. It's normal to treat you as a bad person." Jiang Michia reminded.
"Oh." Song Jingyun only lowered his head, looking at the dust raised when the axle ran over the ground, and even twisted his sleeves in confusion.
Just now, he really wasn't looking at a little girl.
The main thing is that the little girl is holding a piece of cake in her hand, looking golden.
The wild vegetable pancakes I eat at home are all dark and not as good-looking as this one.
And when the little girl bit into the pancake, it made a popping sound, and the food was still fragrant and sweet.
That pancake must be delicious...
Jiang Michia didn't know what Song Jingyun was thinking, so she just reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
The ox cart went all the way to West Street in the town.
There is a market every fifth and tenth day in the town, and it is now the fifth day of the lunar month.
Because there was a drizzle on the 30th of last month. Although it was not heavy, it rained continuously for the whole day, so that the market on that day was not possible, so the market was particularly lively today.
The market is placed on the most central street in the town, starting from the intersection and divided into east and west streets.
Most of the East Street sells cloth, food, gadgets, etc., while the West Street sells cattle, sheep, livestock, pots, pans, live chickens, ducks and other livestock farm tools.
Jiang Michia and the others brought wattle baskets and fish, so naturally they set up their stall in an open space on West Street.
Jiang Youcheng used to come here often to set up stalls and sell baskets, and he knew many people here.
"These are your daughter and son?"
"Where are they? My daughter and my daughter-in-law."
"I usually see you selling baskets, but today you are also selling fish. Have you changed your career to fishing?"
"The fork in the river can be exchanged for some soy sauce and vinegar money."
"Everyone else is fishing, and the fish they bring are all alive. These are dead fish, why do you want them? Why don't you just give them to me at a cheaper price?"
"It's not enough for you to pick it up cheaply. I've cleaned up the fish and put salt on it. I still have to ask you for salt money..."
After some pleasantries and banter, as the sun rose, there were gradually more people in the market, and everyone was busy going about their business.
Exchange money when you meet a suitable buyer, and exchange items when you find something you want.
The wattle baskets Jiang Youcheng brought were divided into different sizes, the big one was twelve sen and the small one was 8 sen. The wattle baskets were all about the same size and cost ten yen, so there was no bargaining.
Vitex baskets are items that every household basically needs. In addition, Jiang Youcheng has been going to the town fair for many years. The baskets he makes are durable and he is honest. Many people have an impression of him.
And the impression is quite good.
Not many people came to see the wattle baskets and wattle baskets. One after another, four were sold and three were left.
However, the fish was not sold quickly. After such a long time, only two were sold, and they were two small crucian carps. The buyer said he wanted to buy them back to make soup for his daughter-in-law who was in confinement.
After that, no one cared.
Even though Jiang Michia shouted here for a while, it was of no avail.
Even Song Jingyun was a little downcast.
If you don’t sell fish, you won’t have money. If you don’t have money, you can’t buy pork. If you can’t sell pork, you won’t be able to eat that delicious pork belly...
"It's okay. Even if you can't sell the fish, you can take it back and eat it yourself. Today, my father will cut the meat for you to eat." Jiang Youcheng comforted his daughter and son-in-law.
You can't force the cow to drink water, and there's nothing you can do if the fish can't be sold. Jiang Michia could only sigh, "Okay."
An uncle selling live chickens on the side laughed when he saw this, "How about you go to Fuyun Restaurant? The crispy fish and vinegar fish made by that restaurant are the most delicious. After all, it is a restaurant. Since they sell fish and vegetables, I guess I also want to buy fish, so it’s just the right place to send your fish.”
