As long as you have money, a hawker can become a shopkeeper.
Facts have proved that the ancients were more diligent and thrifty. Even if it rained heavily, they would only seek shelter in the rain and wait for it to stop. Occasionally they would get caught in the rain. They were confident in their health. Ordinary people would not spend money on umbrellas, preferring economical and affordable bucket hats.
In just a short time, all the bamboo hats were sold out, and only two oil-paper umbrellas were sold.
I laughed at myself, but I didn't expect to accidentally open a luxury store. Needless to say, poor people would not buy bamboo flutes, gourds and silk. The status of actors and musicians was low, so they could only be sold to singers from wealthy families or to brothel theaters.
The middle-aged couple were still drinking tea and discussing the fragrance of tea leaves in whispers.
Raindrops fell like a waterfall from the eaves of the green tiles, and for a short while the streets were deserted. The domesticated civet cat next door squatted in Baiyu's shop, waiting for the rain to stop. It jumped on the counter with a very familiar tiǎn), wet its paws to wash its face, and took care of its appearance meticulously. Finally, Then he found a comfortable place and lay down in the farmer's pocket.
He took out the dried fish from his pocket.
The fat civet cat raised its head and stared at the dried fish tiǎn) lips with cute big eyes.
Bai Yu looked at the dried fish and looked at the fat cat, and reluctantly gave the delicious food to the gluttonous and sleepy big-faced cat. The cat didn't leave after getting the dried fish, but lay on the counter and gnawed.
Extremely bored, I took out the salt and licked it, making a rustling sound
All the children are eating.
Being able to drink salt when you have nothing to do on a rainy day is definitely a luxurious way to show off your wealth.
The couple looked at the shopkeeper strangely, a little surprised that some people can tolerate the bitterness of salt. The salt of this era is not very pure and is bitter. It is okay for cooking, but it is difficult to eat it directly.
Bai Yu doesn't care, tiǎn) it's better to go to the mountains and eat dirt and rocks.
Just stay quietly like this.
The rain gradually subsided, and the couple left with an umbrella. The shop became quieter. The fat cat finished eating the dried fish and washed his face with his paws. Behind the counter, the little girl was licking the salt cubes and moving more and more. Slowly, finally I tilted my head, breathed softly, and fell asleep.
sleep soundly
Was woken up in the evening.
He raised his head to wipe off his saliva and saw a large family across the street making a lot of noise and several servants beating a young man with sticks.
The person who was beaten was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old in coarse cloth. The stick made a bang bang sound but he made no sound. He did not cry out or beg for mercy. He looked at the gate of the large courtyard with evil eyes, as if he had a blood feud.
"Oh, this world."
The old woman selling sesame seeds next to her shook her head and sighed, maybe she knew something.
Bai Yu has no intention of saving anyone. This kind of thing happens every day and who cares? It's nothing more than powerful and powerful families bullying the poor, either for the title of the house, or for the three-thirds of an acre of farmland, even if It doesn't matter if a person is beaten to death. If you collude with the government and slap a label on you, your family will be harmed.
"Isn't that the boy who sells fish from the city? How did he offend the Song family?" Passers-by were curious.
Grandma took out the sesame cakes from the stove and patted away the ashes.
"The Song family wanted to dig ditches on the ancestral graves of the doll family. The dolls are not for sale. Now there is no land and no money. The ancestral graves have been torn apart and the huts have been bulldozed. Today, I came to the door to explain and was beaten."
The onlookers shook their heads and sighed. Bullying of men and women was very common. This ancient era was very dark.
Bai Yu was busy closing the stall and too lazy to watch the fuss.
I took off the paper umbrella and put it away in the shop. When I couldn't reach it, I moved a bamboo stool to raise it. The rainwater soaked the house and washed it very clean. The lazy cat stretched and ran wild without knowing where to go.
He picked up the heavy door panels and pieced them together to block the door. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the half-grown man lying in the mud.
A lot of work in hand.
The fortune-telling talent has seen a different destiny. The half-grown boy who looks like a dead dog now will have an extraordinary destiny in the future. He will be a powerful person. His life cannot be evaluated based on his current situation.
"Don't bully young people into being poor. It makes sense."
After thinking about it, I spent four cents to buy two sesame seed cakes. I stood on my tiptoes and carefully avoided the muddy puddles and stepped on the stones to walk to the limp half-grown boy. I looked around and saw that it was okay. All the bones were injured and were fine.
"Hey, wake up, are you still alive?"
The dark-skinned boy moved and struggled to raise his head. The sweet voice made him feel safe.
Looking up, he was stunned
When he was beaten, bruised and confused, the fairy in the sky that his mother told him about when he was a child appeared in front of him. She was so beautiful that he felt ashamed. When he grew up, he knew that the stories were all lies and there were no fairies at all. There was only endless work and a belly that was never full, but now he felt that the story was true.
The golden afterglow of the sunset makes the fairy appear beautiful.
Bai Yu frowned. This look made Snake feel uncomfortable and seemed to be a little aggressive.
Throw two sesame seed cakes into his hand.
"The most important thing is to live. Don't die. The city gate is closed at night and you can't get out. Just find a place to stay."
Pianpian left, stepped on the stones and returned to the shop to continue busy closing the stall, installing the last few door panels and bolting them. She just did a trivial thing, which can be considered a good relationship. It is better to have a good relationship than to offend each other. people.
Night fell, it was a sunny night, and the night after the rain was particularly refreshing.
I moved a deck chair under the flower tree and stared at the light blue starry sky in a daze, trying my best to let my short-sighted eyes see the stars clearly, as well as the huge blue-white planets that are relatively close. The starry sky is more beautiful and quieter than that world before.
The small courtyard is peaceful and the world is chaotic.
There are rebellions and wars in many parts of the world. The northern land is about to be destroyed. The foreign races outside the customs took the opportunity to go south and occupy large areas of land.
Bai Yu had no idea of taking advantage of the opportunity to participate in the war to gain the final benefit, nor did he plot against the poor humans struggling in dire straits for the sake of profit. He just wanted to wait quietly for more than a hundred years to turn into a dragon.
"yawn"
He found a comfortable position and fell asleep.
After falling asleep, the body's instinct takes over and the body unconsciously bends into a ball, coiled up like a snake under the flower tree.
A night of silence.
early morning.
When Bai Yu opened the door, he saw the half-grown man sleeping under the eaves in front of his shop all night. His blood was covered in scabs. He had eaten one and a half sesame pancakes and had half of the pancake left. His blood-stained and dusty hands tightly held the last half of the pancake.
Forget it, just treat it as a neighbor's cat intruding on the territory and ignore it.
He removed the door panels piece by piece and moved them aside, used wooden forks to prop up the windows, and moved the paper umbrellas out of the house, spread them out and hung them up. Suddenly, the door of the shop became colorful and beautiful.
The half-grown boy who was huddled under the eaves woke up and was stunned when he saw the paper umbrellas hanging high above his head.
Watching curiously, the fairy-like girl brought out a black wooden board, took out a strange little thing to write on, wrote a few words and drew some beautiful lace.
The billboards written by Bai Yu, other stores don't pay attention to the advertisements, but the snake cares.
The swarthy boy finished his sesame seed cakes and said goodbye to his benefactor.
"Thank you very much"
Maybe it was because he had been poor and worked hard since he was a child and didn't have much experience in life. As a young man, he couldn't say any words such as repaying kindness. He just bent down and clasped his fists to salute symbolically.
"Nothing."
After a simple conversation, we continue to be busy preparing the goods to start the day's business.
The dark-skinned boy glanced at Bai Yu and turned away, limping, walking awkwardly but firmly.
