Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 129 Fragrant Paper Cold Clothes (Part [-])

Luo Fengtang turned his head to look at the peddler's burden, and asked Yang Ruoqing, "We can afford nine cents, Qing'er, why don't you buy it?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to brush aside the strand of bangs on her forehead, and smiled, "This girl is naturally beautiful, and she can kill half a block in seconds without wearing flowers, so why waste that money?"

Luo Fengtang: "..."

Because this is the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, the Cold Clothes Festival, and it's the beginning of the month again.

Inside the tile city, it is unprecedentedly lively.

Except for the vendors who had been stationed in Washi for a long time, all the villagers from Shiliba Village gathered here.

All kinds of agricultural and sideline products, mountain products, game, parallel imports are everywhere!

The sound of selling and buying, and the sound of bargaining, gather together to form a large-scale farmer's food exchange place.

When Yang Ruoqing came to Washi, she jumped into the sea with the fish, and she cheered up.

A pair of bright eyes, sensitively moving through the crowd, scanning from every stall, looking for high-quality and cheap soybeans...

Soon, she made a deal with several peasant women, and bought more than 20 catties of soybeans at a price of three Wen per catty.

"Qing'er, you can negotiate a deal with this one first, I'll walk away, and I'll come here to find you later!"

In front of the stall of an old man selling soybeans, Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing who was bending over the soybeans.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head when she heard the words, and was surprised, "What are you going to do?"

Luo Fengtang didn't gnaw, his face blushed slightly.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

People have three urgencies, look at yourself asking this question, hey!

"Then you go, I'll wait for you here!"

She then giggled, turned around and looked at the soybeans in the old man's twine bag.

On the way here just now, Yang Ruoqing went to the rice store by the roadside to inquire about the market price.

The soybeans in the rice and grain shop cost five cents a catty.

And in this tile market, the soybeans and peanuts in the hands of the old farmers who came to the market only cost three pennies.

Yang Ruoqing was so happy that she almost grinned to the side, but it's a pity that she didn't bring a twine bag and rope with her, otherwise, she might really have to sweep up all the soybeans!

After a bowl of tea, Luo Fengtang came back.

"Qing'er, have you bought the soybeans yet?" He asked.

"Okay, it's all here!" Yang Ruoqing said, pointing to her feet.

The previous wooden barrel containing tofu was full of soy beans.

"It looks like a lot of weight." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Thirty catties is enough for us to make tofu for a long time!"

According to the contract, I will send tofu to the restaurant once in three days.

Send fifty catties of tofu each time.

Ten catties of soybeans can make fifty catties of tofu.

There are thirty catties of soybeans in the bucket, enough to make six times.

Every three days, that is to say, the raw materials of these [-] catties of soybeans are enough to support the supply for a period of time.

Besides, there are still a few catties of soybeans sent by the old grandson at home!

"When this batch of soybeans is used up, I will come to the market to buy soybeans! Let's receive this one here today, let's go back to the village!"

Yang Ruoqing said happily, clapped her hands, and leaned over to pick up the barrel.

Luo Fengtang had already rushed ahead of her, holding the wooden bucket containing soybeans in his hand.

"I'll carry it!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The barrel is quite heavy..."

Luo Fengtang smiled: "It's nothing, let's go!"

"All right!"

The two returned along the same road.

"Tang Yazi, today is the Cold Clothes Festival, have you bought incense paper firecrackers yet?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Every year on the first day of October in the lunar calendar, it is the Cold Clothes Festival.

The custom in the Mianniu Mountain area is to go to the mountain to burn incense paper for the deceased relatives on the afternoon of the Cold Clothes Festival, so that they can have money to buy winter clothes there.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't buy it!"

As long as I can remember, I have never seen my parents, let alone my grandparents.

Every year to worship the ancestors and follow the uncle to the mountain behind the village, the uncle would point to an inconspicuous earth bag and tell him.

Tell him that's his father!

Ask him to kowtow to his father and burn incense...

He did it every year, but he was at a loss in his heart!

What is it like to have a father and a mother?

He doesn't know, so he has always been indifferent to this kind of burning cold clothes!

What's more, life at home is difficult, so how much money can be saved count as how much money!

"Last night, my uncle told me to buy cold clothes today. I didn't buy them, and I don't want to!" Luo Fengtang said in a muffled voice.

Yang Ruoqing looked at his appearance, a little surprised.

Immediately thinking of his life, I can understand a little bit.

Just like herself, she was an orphan in the last life, without father and mother, and was adopted by an organization.

Although they are citizens of China, they rarely follow the traditional customs of China.

Burning incense and kowtow to others has never been done.

Killing people is commonplace!

But in this life, she has a different life.

Traveling through the farmhouse, there are father, mother and younger brother, three thatched huts, and several acres of paddy fields and thin land.

The days were miserable and peaceful, without any big wind and waves, but it was this peaceful and peaceful life that gave her a real feeling.

Let her feel that to be a human being is to come to this world for a while.

All the prosperity and scenery, in the end, can't compare with the relatives, this mutual support every day!

"Tang Yazi, don't care what it is, don't care whether you have nostalgia for your father and your family's ancestors. This is a custom that we should follow, and we still have to follow it!"

Yang Ruoqing enlightened Luo Fengtang in a clear voice.

"As children of man, we must not forget our roots. The dead are respected. We still have to do the filial piety that we should perform! Without those ancestors who have been buried in the ground, where did we come from? Don't you think so?"

Luo Fengtang raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the girl in front of him.

From her dark and bright eyes, what he saw again was her maturity and earnestness beyond that of girls of the same age!

Luo Fengtang felt that what he said and did just now, in front of her, was like an ignorant child!

That's right, you can't always be serious about whether you have any father-son relationship with your father.

Because he gave himself this life, and being able to stand here and talk to Qing'er, he should also buy some incense paper to honor him!

The slight resistance in his heart dissipated, Luo Fengtang scratched his head: "Qing'er, what you said is reasonable, then let's go buy it together!"

Just not far in front of here, there is a shop that buys incense paper firecrackers.

The two of them entered the shop, cut a few pieces of incense paper, and made two pieces of firecrackers, each costing a dozen or so, less than twenty!

Yang Ruoqing took the wrapped incense sticks.

After leaving the shop, Luo Fengtang reached out to take the things in her hand.

"Qing'er, you just walk away with your arms shaken, and I'll take everything!"

Yang Ruoqing was secretly satisfied with this kid's diligence and strength.

Walking on the road, she smiled with crooked eyebrows, and teased him: "You kid really think you are an invincible superman? You can get everything, and you won't have to change it when you get tired. It depends on you! "

Luo Fengtang said indifferently: "What are these? Hunting in the mountains, when the harvest is good, you have to carry a hand on your shoulders, and you have to carry two hares in your waist, climb several mountains and flow several streams!"

(Two more in the afternoon.)

(End of this chapter)