Chen Xia

Chapter 136 Dried Persimmons
Year 29.

On this day, every household takes advantage of noon to invite their juniors to post couplets with the character "Fu" on their doors.

Apply a thick layer of milky transparent paste to the brown door panel. Just touch the newly dyed couplet paper and it will be stained with red powder.

It's time to post new couplets at Grandma Ye's house.

Ye Mian is the youngest person in the family, so the work of posting couplets naturally fell on her head.

She was wearing a white cotton dress, and she was afraid that the paste would stain the new clothes, so she wrapped it in a towel and came to the door of the house with a small stool.

This year's couplet was bought by Ye Haisheng.

The paper is very thick and beautiful, and the handwriting is sprinkled with a thick layer of gold powder, which gleams brightly in the sunlight.

When the wind blows, the gold powder will fall.

Ye Mian stood at the bottom, some of the gold powder was sprinkled on her hair.

As long as she shook her head gently, a layer of golden light appeared on top of her head, which was very dazzling.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

The streets are more lively than in the past few days, bustling pedestrians move along the small bridge, and the residents of Qiao Town take advantage of this day to sell their inexhaustible agricultural products.

Grandma Ye also joined in the fun, selling persimmon cakes at the bridgehead.

Occasionally when I go home to use the bathroom, I don't forget to bring two for Ye Mian to eat.

Bridge Town is full of persimmon trees.

Persimmon cake is one of the specialties of Qiao Town.

The bright orange persimmons are wrapped in white icing sugar, and the fruit filling is Q-bomb, like flowing fruit honey, not too sweet and greasy, and the taste is also very good.

Ye Mian likes to eat very much.

She was sitting in the room, biting a persimmon, while laying out more than a dozen red envelopes, carefully stuffing banknotes into them.

Two of them were stuffed with thick wads of money.

It is prepared for Father Ye and Grandma Ye.

The rest is for the children who come to pay New Year's greetings.

Originally, she wanted to help Grandma Ye sell persimmon cakes today, but the stalls at the bridgehead were narrow, and Grandma Ye would not let her get close.

There is no place for her.

Therefore, she could only stay in the room bored and distribute New Year's red envelopes to employees on vacation.

Ye Mian, the boss of the studio, did a good job, sending private messages to almost every employee to wish him well, and adding a WeChat transfer.

520 yuan per person.

This is not included in the year-end bonus.

It's just her personal care.

She hasn't waited for all of them to be posted yet.

Suddenly, the door of her house was banged hard.

People in the small town pay great attention to traditional etiquette. If they knock on the door without any rules, something must have happened.

Ye Mian was startled and ran out of the room.

Opening the door, there were two children holding candied haws and persimmons, their faces flushed and sniffling, as if they were running madly.

Ye Mian froze for a moment, then smiled, knelt down and asked softly, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

The two children stared blankly at the beautiful elder sister in front of them for a long time before hesitating and saying:
"Your old lady got into a fight with someone on the bridge. Go and have a look."

After saying that, as if they were shy, the two of them ran away on their short legs.

Ye Mian: "???"

If she heard correctly, she was talking about Grandma Ye, right?

got into a fight?
Ye Mian panicked, she didn't even have time to close the door, so she hurried to find it along the bridge.

It was still snowing outside, and the water level of the river dropped, revealing a dark water line. In this season, moss did not dare to grow wantonly.

Ye Mian melted into the crowd and went against the flow of people to the bridge.

Grandma Ye is still in good health, but she has recently contracted a cold and occasionally coughs a few times.

But after all, he was old and his bones were brittle, so fighting would inevitably lead to accidents.

Moreover, she could not imagine who Grandma Ye would fight with.

Is it a customer?Or those beefy street vendors?
Every thought doomed Grandma Ye to suffer a big loss.

She was in a hurry.

When she was running, the wind was as cold as a pair of sharp scimitars, constantly slashing at her face.

The small snowflakes that fell fell on her eyelashes and melted into small water droplets.

It's a pity that Ye Mian didn't have time to wipe it off.

She kept looking around, and finally saw Grandma Ye under the porch of a family.

Grandma Ye has gray hair, standing in the cold wind with a cane, her face is ugly as hell, her voice is not loud, but it is also sonorous and powerful.

"You are really a rascal. I have always been too lazy to argue with unreasonable people like you."

Ye Mian stopped in her tracks, her eyes fell on the person being scolded.

Then, her eyes froze, and most of her menacing arrogance was extinguished in an instant.

The one who was arguing with Grandma Ye was an old lady who was also wearing a cane. She was as energetic as her grandma, and she also had the same black face.

"Where am I a rogue? I just knocked you a persimmon. At worst, I will pay you two dollars."

"You did it on purpose! If you have a good way to go, you insist on posting it to me, mangy dog." Grandma Ye choked.

"Who do you call a dog?"

"..."

Seeing that the crutches of the two elderly people were about to collide, Ye Mian hurriedly tried to stop them.

But she was pulled by her neighbor Aunt Mei and whispered: "Don't persuade me, just find a reason to take your grandma away. Your grandma doesn't want to deal with this Aunt Xu. She is young and has been quarreling now, so the quarrel is over. Don't Really fight."

Obviously speaking from experience, Ye Mian blinked and thanked: "Okay, thank you Aunt Mei."

Well, she just said, Grandma Ye is not a stingy person, how could she quarrel over a persimmon.

There is a long-standing grievance between the two of them.

In Qiao Town in February, low temperatures belonging to high latitudes enveloped the entire ancient city.

The wind and snow were still raging. On this cold day, Ye Mian couldn't bear her grandma to continue to stand in the wind. She hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the basket of persimmons. She turned around and said, "Grandma, I have a classmate who wants to buy persimmons. Come back with me and take a look." Can you see how many are left at home?"

Grandma Ye turned around and glanced at her granddaughter, then turned and walked away.

Ye Mian blinked her eyes, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and helped Grandma Ye leave.

However, just a few steps away.

But she heard Grandma Ye say in a cold voice:

"I have never encountered misfortune in my life, and the existence of a person like her is a challenge to me."

These words floated into everyone's ears along with the rustling wind, clearly full of sarcasm.

The air froze for a moment.

Ye Mian: "???"

Her grandma's combat prowess is really...well-deserved.

She didn't even dare to look back at the old lady's expression, which was blacker than burning coals.

Afraid that the old lady behind would get angry and hit her again, Ye Mian helped Grandma Ye and accelerated her pace a little.

Grandma Ye didn't know if she was still angry. She didn't say anything along the way, but her face looked better.

After noon, there were gradually fewer people on the street, and smoke was burning in a square courtyard.

Ye Mian spoke first, breaking the silence: "Grandma, how much does our persimmon cake cost per pound?"

Hearing this, Grandma Ye frowned: "Do you really want to buy it?"

Ye Mian nodded seriously.

It's really not an excuse, I just wanted to bring special products back.

The persimmons made by Grandma Ye tasted surprisingly good, and the flesh was as soft and glutinous as glutinous rice cakes. She couldn't stop eating them.

Of course she will buy it
(End of this chapter)