After picking up the daughter of the lucky star, the whole village prospered

After asking twice, one of the children said with a foreign accent: "Xiaohe Village, we are 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 knelt down and tested the breath of the person lying on the ground with her fingers, only to find that the person had passed away.

"Who is this person from you?" Ying Bao asked.

The older boy looked wary and refused to say anything, but the girl next to him said, "It's Mommy."

Yingbao paused, and decided to tell them the truth: "Your mother is dead."

Even in cold weather, staying with the dead will make you sick. If the two children don't find a way to find a place to stay as soon as possible, they probably won't survive this winter.

The girl wept while nibbling on the apple, while the boy remained silent, obviously they already knew the result.

Jiang Quan walked over, took out a large bunch of copper coins and handed them over: "Here, this is three hundred Wen, you can't steal other people's things anymore, you are lucky today, you met us, if it was someone else, you would have given away your money earlier." Broken leg. Don't stay here, find a place to live first."

Even being a slave is better than freezing and starving to death on the street.

The boy immediately took the copper coin, thanked him, and stuffed the money into his tattered skirt.

Jiang Quan held his little cousin with one hand, and Xiao Hei and Jin Tong with the other, and turned to leave.

There are a lot of beggars like this. He met several groups in the market today, and he doesn't know where they all came from.

I can help them for a while, but I can't help them forever. Right now, I can only give them some money so that they can survive for a while.

The golden boy was sobbing all the way, feeling sorry for the apple that was snatched from him after he ate it halfway.

Seeing that he was not resting, Ying Bao took out another big apple from her small bag and gave it to him. "Here, don't cry, I haven't asked you yet, why did you come here?"

The golden boy took the apple, wiped his nose with his sleeve, and smiled instantly, "I want to go to your house to play with you."

In the past, he often went to the Jiangji specialty shop with his elder sister, so today he wanted to go there to find Ying Bao.

Ying Bao said unhappily: "How old are you? Do you dare to run around alone?"

Jintong blinked and said seriously: "I will be seven years old during Chinese New Year, of course I dare."

He has been playing at the door of the shop since he was a child, and when he was a little older, he ran far away to play with his friends from the neighbors on the left and right. A while ago, he went to Washi alone to watch an acrobatic show.

Ying Bao secretly sighed.

It is estimated that street wanderers are developed in this way.

In fact, Golden Boy has already started attending a private school, but recently the private school is on annual vacation, so he has nothing to do.

Today happened to be the day when Qiu's family and Jiang's family reunited. There were many guests in the family, so it was inevitable that there were some omissions, so Jin Tong was not taken care of.

Fortunately, Jintong only met two little beggars, so he didn't suffer much harm. If he met kidnappers or kidnappers, the consequences would be disastrous.

But then again, seven-year-old dolls already remember things, kidnappers don't really like abducting this kind of boy baby, it's a different matter if it's a girl baby.

To be on the safe side, Yingbao and the second cousin sent the golden boy to his door before turning back to the market.

After shopping, I saw that it was getting late, so I went back.

When they passed the wall again, the two little beggars and the corpse on the ground had disappeared.

On the second day, Jiang Dalang and Jiang Erlang returned home with Jiang Cheng and his wife, while Jiang Sanlang stayed behind to take care of his daughter and Jiang Quan. Replace with a new character.

As for Jiang Cheng's house, it is naturally managed by his father-in-law.

Soon it will be New Year's Eve.

Jiang Quan got up early in the morning, called his little cousin again, and loaded the turntable and some goods into the carriage, and transported them to the place where he stepped on them.

At this time, it was just dawn, and there were already people 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, or a bamboo root, a wooden stick, or a few lumps of soil.

This means that someone came in the middle of the night, used these things to occupy a good place first, and set up a stall according to his own mark the next day.

It is estimated that the second cousin has also been here, and I saw a dozen pieces of broken tiles placed where their carriage was, and a place was circled.

"Yingbao, are you hungry?" Jiang Quan set up the turntable, ready to go to a restaurant not far away to buy breakfast.

Yingbao let out a sigh: "I want to eat wontons, but also meat pies." She suddenly missed her aunt's meat pies.

"Wait! I'll go buy it." Jiang Quan excitedly ran to buy breakfast.

After a while, he came over with two big bowls of wontons and a greased paper bag under his arm.

Yingbao sat in the carriage, eating wontons and meatloaf, delicious.

As the sky gradually brightened, the number of people on the street gradually increased, and most of them were hawkers who came to set up stalls.

Ying Bao looked at the big colorful turntable in her house, and a notice board next to the turntable, on which was written: Jiangji Specialty Products, opposite the county school, selling special products of the county, no deception.

Looking at the turntable again, Jiang Quan has painted various patterns on it, and each pattern corresponds to a small commodity.

The most expensive one turned out to be a silver bracelet.

After eating the wontons, Jiang Quan handed the bowls and chopsticks back to the snack shop, and stood there shooting arrows to attract customers.

Ying Bao was a little bored sitting in the carriage, seeing that her second cousin was still shooting arrows, she said, "I'm going back, can you do it here alone?"

"Where are you going back?" Jiang Quan didn't know why.

Yingbao pointed in the direction of the shop, "I'll set up a stall at the entrance of the shop." She brought out a lot of apples, melons, and some flowers in the past two days, and she planned to sell them in the shop to increase the popularity of the shop.

Jiang Quan nodded: "Okay."

Anyway, the third uncle is also there, if the little cousin is too busy, the third uncle will definitely take care of him.

Compared with the bazaar, the traffic on the county school side is much less, and there are few roadside stalls.

Ying Bao and Lao Pai opened the door of the shop, and placed a small bamboo bed at the door of the shop. On the bamboo bed, there were a lot of bright and eye-catching peonies and chrysanthemums.

These clusters of peonies, whose flower stems are wrapped in cotton balls soaked in the pupil spring, can bloom for several days without defeat.

There is also a basket of fragrant magnolia flowers, a basket of big red apples, and a large basket of golden yellow and turquoise 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 will be raised specifically, ordinary people don't know.

Maybe these peonies and tree chrysanthemums are raised by some big families.

As for apples, it’s not unusual. Some fruit growers 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 gathered around to watch.

Because this bed of bright peonies is so attractive, even Jiang Yunniang ran over to look at it several times.

"How do you sell these flowers?" an old lady asked.

Yingbao: "A peony is fifty cents a piece, and a wood dan is one hundred cents and five cents."

"Ah! It's so expensive!" The aunt was speechless: "It has caught up with the price of silk flowers."

Ying Bao said solemnly: "Silk flowers have no fragrance. These flowers in my house are fresh and tender real flowers, which can last for several days."

People nowadays love flowers, and love real flowers even more. Although silk flowers never wither, they are also inferior ornaments.

Especially in the winter when thousands of flowers withered, Yuan Zhengshi could wear a real peony to visit relatives and friends, that would be a matter of honor for Bel.