Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4153 I can't wait to cut my arm

"Then why did I see that the two women who came in ahead of me could go up to the second floor to pick?" Xu Dazhuang asked unconvinced.

The shopkeeper smiled: "My shopkeeper Yang is a customer of our shopkeeper and a friend of our shopkeeper. They were invited by our shopkeeper!"

"Shopkeeper Yang? I see someone who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, what kind of shopkeeper!" Xu Dazhuang said intentionally.

This guy admired Yang Ruoqing very much. A relative in his family happened to work in Yang Ruoqing's Tianxiang Building, and the guy always wanted to switch jobs.

Hearing Xu Dazhuang's words, the clerk blushed and quickly corrected him: "Master Yang is the one who walks in front. She is very capable, and the ones who follow are her natal siblings. Do you know how to buy clothes? ? If you buy it, go to the lobby to pick it up. If you don’t buy it, don’t block the stairs!"

Xu Dazhuang was so angry that he almost spat on the guy's face, cursed "a dog's eyes look down on people", turned around and left the cloth house angrily, and squatted in an inconspicuous corner outside the cloth house to wait, but he was thinking about it. Follow the information in the mouth of the buddy.

He didn't know what shopkeeper Yang did, but he knew that Xiaohua's husband's family name should be Yang, and he was related to shopkeeper Yang as sister-in-law and younger sister.

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Half an hour's effort was only a short period of time for Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua who were drinking tea and snacks in the elegant room on the second floor of the cloth house and picking out fabrics, but for Xu Dazhuang who was squatting outside in the cold wind, it was nothing. It's just like a year.

In the twelfth lunar month, in the ninth day, the cotton-padded clothes and trousers I wear are all old, patch after patch, and the socks hidden in the shoes have big holes and small holes, and the wind is blowing all over my body.

He squatted with his knees hugged for a while, and stood up when his legs and feet were numb, rubbing his hands and stomping his feet, walking back and forth, breathing into his hands, and rubbing his red ears from the cold.

But his eyes were fixed on the exit of the gate of Buzhuang, waiting for Yang Ruoqing and the others to come out.

Half an hour passed, an hour passed, and another hour passed, Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Hua never came out.

"Damn Xipi, this woman really has a lot of things to do when she goes shopping, and she hasn't come out yet. Could it be that the shopkeeper of the cloth shop wants to stay for lunch?"

Xu Dazhuang cursed.

Two hours passed, and it was already lunch time, and the number of people on the street gradually decreased.

Xu Dazhuang was so cold that he was almost unconscious, so he ran to a nearby corner to urinate twice, and then ran back, gritting his teeth and trying to force his way into Buzhuang.

It just so happened that another buddy from the cloth shop came out of it.

Xu Dazhuang had a plan and hurried up to meet him, "Well, little brother, I'm a relative of shopkeeper Yang, shopkeeper Yang and the others went to the second floor to pick clothes, why haven't they come out yet?"

The little boy was suddenly deceived by Xu Dazhuang's words, and blurted out: "Master Yang left an hour ago!"

"What? I've been squatting here and haven't seen anyone!" Xu Dazhuang was shocked.

The young man said: "Going through the other door, she is our big customer here, she wants a lot of things, our shopkeeper personally delivers the things and puts them on the carriage, why, you are her relative, don't you know?"

Seeing Xu Dazhuang's gloomy face and his angry look, the boy calmed down, looked at Xu Dazhuang's outfit, and became suspicious.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing squatting at the gate of our cloth village?" The boy became vigilant.

Seeing that he was about to call someone over, Xu Dazhuang spat at the boy: "I am your father!"

Then, he turned his head and ran away, the boy was so angry that he stomped his feet there, wishing he could cut off the half of the arm that Xu Dazhuang's saliva was on...

In Tianxianglou, Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua are already preparing for lunch.

The restaurant's business was good for a few days, but Chef Zhou still found time to personally cook a mutton vermicelli pot for Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Hua, and then served it with a vegetable, egg and mushroom soup.

"Qing'er, then I won't accompany you guys. There are a lot of orders in the lobby, and I have to rush back to the big kitchen to take care of things."

Chef Zhou and Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

For more than ten years, Chef Zhou has grown from a man in his prime to a man close to 50 years old. He is blessed with a few strands of gray hair on his temples, but his craftsmanship is even more proficient. Yang Ruoqing is his fan One of his favorite dishes.

Hearing this, she smiled and said: "Uncle Zhou, you have worked hard, go get busy. My sister and I have to hurry back after eating. Everyone is busy this year."

Xiaohua also nodded with a smile.

After Chef Zhou left, there were only Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Hua left in the private room. Yang Ruoqing handed the chopsticks to Xiao Hua: "I must be hungry after running around all day. Come on, open up and eat. The mutton cooked by Uncle Zhou is delicious." After eating, the star anise removes the smell, and the dried chili and ginger and garlic enhance the fragrance. I eat his lamb hot pot every winter to warm my body."

Xiaohua smiled and said, "I'm not very hungry after shopping all day, but the barley tea brewed by the shopkeeper of the cloth village just made my appetite go up."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Yes, the barley tea is appetizing, come on, don't say anything, just eat."

Yang Ruoqing directly picked up a piece of big mutton steak and put it in Xiaohua's bowl, and then picked up a piece herself. The two of them faced each other, and ate it regardless of their image.

The vermicelli is also stewed to a moderate degree of softness and hardness, so you can eat it while eating it. It is fragrant and spicy, not to mention how enjoyable it is.

"Aunt Zi and the others should be having lunch now, right?" Xiaohua asked while eating.

The rules of eating without talking and sleeping without talking do not exist for them.

What is the farmer's favorite?
It's just a family eating hot meals around the table and doing homework.

It's the same with the neighbors, they take a sea bowl to the rice bowl and put out a pile of vegetables, and the big guys squat down next to the wall to eat in a row.

If they have a good relationship with each other, they will even grab a chopstick dish from each other's bowl and taste it.

So this time, Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Hua were chatting while eating, and the hot pot in the middle was steaming hot, eating in full swing.

"It should be," Yang Ruoqing replied, "Auntie's three-layer food box contains braised chicken cooked at home. I went to Washi before and must have bought other dishes. The three of you must be together now." Let’s have fun eating together like us!”

Xiaohua said: "That's necessary, what Auntie cares most about is Dabai and Xiaohei, the two of them are studying in the town, and they only go home once a month,"

"However, the two boys' rooms are really messy. All kinds of snacks and scraps, dirty clothes, shoes and socks are everywhere, and a urine bucket in the corner is about to overflow. Down, the ground is too dirty to get your feet off..."

Yang Ruoqing's expression was a little strange.

"Hua'er, can we not mention the word urinal when we are enjoying the delicious food? It's a bit of a sight!" she said.

Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, eat, eat!"

(End of this chapter)