A small peasant girl

Chapter 112
On the day of going to the market, the villagers of each village came out to sell their food, clothing and supplies prepared by themselves. At a glance, from one end to the other, there were crowds of heads, making various cries.

The market is a private store built by the previous county lord who exploited the people's hard-earned money. Maybe the last county lord didn't know how to restrain himself and oppressed the people too much, which aroused unorganized public anger. He lit a torch in the middle of the night Burn it up.

The common people were oppressed so badly that they lost their lives, so they stood up and resisted tacitly. The previous county lord couldn't suppress it, and the matter was stabbed to the top.

The county master's black hat is gone, his family property is confiscated, and people are exiled, leaving only such a large open space, so that people can remember that he is a big corrupt official.

The yamen had no money, so they could not afford to pay for the restoration of the shops, so they moved the burnt wood to the corner, leaving a large open space for the people to do some small business. The vendors only had to pay ten cents to the yamen each time, which was regarded as stall money.

When Wenzi and Liu Kangtu came, there were already a lot of people at the fair. He walked as fast as he could to choose a spot where he could see, put down the basket, put the big wooden blocks inside the basket on it, and took the porcelain jars and bowls and chopsticks for sugar water. Come out and put it on.

In addition, Wenzi found a stick as thick as a finger, tied it to the side of the barrel with a strip of cloth, and hung the words written by Liu Kangtu on a small wooden board: something better than meat, a bowl only sells for three Wen silver.

An uncle in his 30s next to him, in his free time, leaned over curiously to have a look, and wanted to know what was sold in the Wenzi wooden barrel, "Little girl, let me ask a question, what is in your wooden barrel? What are you selling?"

"Uncle, what we sell is called tofu nao, with sugar water added, it's sweet and delicious, and a bowl is only three renminbi." Wenzi smiled and spoke in a polite tone, regardless of whether the uncle in front of him is a potential customer or not , It is better to have a good relationship than to cause trouble.

"Three, three silver coins for a bowl?" The uncle who sells potatoes smiled and said, "Yo, that's not cheap, it's enough for me to sell several catties of potatoes."

"Uncle, how much is a catty of your potatoes?" Wenzi thought of bartering things, so tofu nao is still a new thing, and it has to be tasted before it can be passed on by word of mouth.

"The ones grown in the field are not worth a few silver coins, one penny and two catties. If the little girl wants to buy more, it can be considered cheaper." The uncle selling potatoes thought that Wenzi wanted to buy his potatoes, so he told the price truthfully.

"Uncle, why don't you weigh a few catties of potatoes for me, and I'll give you a big bowl to taste?" Wenzi thought that the family would spend a lot of time doing business in the future, and Liu Kang's farming might not be realistic, and potatoes are delicious. It doesn't hurt to change the ingredients by a catty.

"Well, I..." Hearing Wenzi's words, the uncle who sells potatoes hesitated a little on his face. They are farmers who just hope to sell the potatoes for some money. Besides, he doesn't know what Wenzi sells. What is it, if it doesn't taste good, wouldn't it be a disadvantage.

"Uncle, my tofu nao is the only one in this town. It's really delicious." Wenzi tried to persuade today's first 'little white mouse' with words, "Why don't you try it, uncle, if you don't like it , you don’t need to give me potatoes, okay?”

"That, that, that's so embarrassing." The uncle who sells potatoes smiled awkwardly, and the little girl in front of him talked about it. If he doesn't show face, I'm afraid he won't be able to justify it.

(End of this chapter)