The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 41 Surprise
Han Qianluo didn't take Zhang Yao's matter to heart, and when she saw her leave, he quickly called Qingquan to help him make tofu together, mainly because Han Qianluo was making tofu, and Han Qingquan was just helping out, especially when he needed to go out. When you are strong.

"Why haven't you made it so late today?" Han Qingquan asked with some doubts.

Han Qianluo told about Zhang Yao's arrival in the afternoon. Han Qingquan frowned after hearing this, but didn't say anything. The two of them worked together and finally made the tofu before nightfall.

When Han Qianluo went to deliver the tofu the next morning, he was actually a little uneasy, for he was afraid that Ma Qiaozhong would say "you don't need to deliver it anymore" as soon as he entered the door.

Fortunately, just as Han Qianluo walked to the door of the store, he saw the waiter warmly greet him: "Girl, you are here."

Although he had a plan in his heart, Han Qianluo couldn't help but ask, "How did the tofu sell yesterday?"

"Girl, you don't have to worry. Not only has the business not been affected, but it's getting better and better." The waiter said with a smile on his face, as if the money had all gone into his own pocket.

"It's good that it's not affected." Han Qianluo said, heaving a sigh of relief, and then weighed the tofu as usual, then collected the money, and continued to set up a stall in Dongshi to sell tofu.

Han Qianluo set up the stall and yelled twice from time to time, waiting for customers to buy tofu, but after yelling several times, no one came to buy tofu.At the beginning, Han Qianluo didn't feel that there was anything wrong. It is impossible for every day's business to be equally good.

After a while, Han Qianluo saw a middle-aged woman approaching and stopped in front of her stall. She stretched out her hand and dialed the tofu, but she didn't ask for the price, nor did she intend to buy it.

"Auntie, do you want to buy some tofu? It's delicious and not expensive. It's a good deal." Han Qianluo introduced.

The middle-aged woman reached out to pick up the tofu again, looking like she really wanted to buy it but was worried about something, and said very conflictedly: "But I heard that eating this tofu will kill people, but I think this is really good food."

Hearing this middle-aged woman's words, Han Qianluo's heart sank. It seems that the man yesterday had an influence, and I don't know how long this influence will last, but now Han Qianluo has nothing to do. The method is impossible to explain to just one person, so I can only hope that this rumor will dissipate automatically in a few days.

"Don't worry, there is absolutely nothing wrong with my tofu. As for what you said, it is just a rumor spread by some people." Han Qianluo said with a smile, "And it has been sold for several days before, so many Everyone has eaten, and everyone is fine, so don't worry, auntie."

Only then did the middle-aged woman suddenly understand and said, "That's right, then weigh me three catties."

After this middle-aged aunt, people still came to buy tofu one after another. When Han Qianluo returned, there was only one piece left. , So I packed my things and went back.

When he walked to the house, Han Qianluo was surprised to find that the owner of the house seemed to have already lived in, because today he was no longer busy.

Just when Han Qianluo was about to pass there, the door suddenly opened, and a person came out from the inside. He was tall and handsome, and it turned out to be Liu Xingzhi, but his face was even paler against the white clothes.

"Brother Xingzhi, do you live here?" Han Qianluo asked in surprise. How could he not be surprised? Before, he was worried about where Liu Xing's house lived, but now he not only knows, but it's still so close to his home The location, how can be unhappy.

"If Qian Luo is not in a hurry to go back, come in and sit for a while." Liu Xingzhi said.

Faced with Liu Xingzhi's proposal, it was impossible for Han Qianluo to say no. She was eager to go in and have a look, so she followed Liu Xingzhi in.

The situation in the house was similar to what Han Qianluo had seen before, very simple, very simple, except for the house and some flowers and plants, there was no pavilion, no rockery, and no corridors, it was extremely simple.

Han Qianluo followed Liu Xingzhi to the main hall. What surprised her was that there were several stools in the originally ordinary main hall. Of course, they were not the rough and simple stools in her own home, but they were already very similar. The stool style in the future.

"Brother Xingzhi, did you also make this kind of stool?" Han Qianluo said without hesitation.

"I saw this kind of seat at your house the other day, and I thought it was quite good. After I went back, I asked someone to make a few of this kind of seat according to that style." Liu Xingzhi said with a smile, "Miss Qianluo, sit down."

As soon as Han Qianluo sat down, a girl in brown linen came in, brought in some pastries, and placed them respectfully on the table in front of Han Qianluo and the two of them. The table is the same as the coffee table, but the table is waist-high, but it is still rectangular.

After the girl brought the pastry, she brought the brewed tea, placed it respectfully in front of the two of them, and then withdrew.

After seeing the maidservant leave, Han Qianluo said, "So this house belongs to you. I've always seen that this house is unoccupied, and I'm still wondering whose family it is."

"I'm not in good health, so I came here for a while." Liu Xingzhi said with a smile, but his smile was a bit bitter.

After saying this, Han Qianluo remembered Liu Xingzhi's illness. He was so happy to see him living here that he forgot all about it. After saying this, he remembered it, so he quickly asked: "Brother Xingzhi, I heard that you are seriously ill. Seriously, are you okay now?"

"Actually, it's not a serious illness. It's almost healed now." After Liu Xingzhi finished speaking, he changed the subject, "By the way, have you encountered any troubles during this period?"

Han Qianluo thought for a while, except for the troublemaker yesterday, there was nothing troublesome, so he shook his head and said, "No, I just met a troublemaker yesterday."

"Oh, what's going on?" Liu Xingzhi asked with concern.

Han Qianluo recounted what happened yesterday in detail, but Liu Xingzhi fell into deep thought after listening to it. He didn't speak for a long time, and Han Qianluo didn't bother him, drinking tea in silence and eating the so-called pastries eaten by rich people , I deeply feel that it is not very delicious, it is too ordinary.

Suddenly, Han Qianluo had an idea, why don't he try to make pastries and sell them, although he doesn't know if they will sell well, but he has to try to know.

At this time, Liu Xingzhi suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I think I'm the one who caused Qian Luo all these troubles, but don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter well."

As a matter of fact, Han Qianluo has always been puzzled by this point. Apart from knowing Liu Xingzhi, he and that little boy have no other conflicts. Why is he so hard on himself?
But since Liu Xingzhi said he would deal with it, Han Qianluo stopped entangled in it and talked about other topics instead.

Han Qianluo didn't stay here for too long with Liu Xingzhi. Since he wanted to go back to make tofu, he only stayed for a while before leaving.

As soon as he walked to the gate of his own yard, he saw the gate of Li Chunhua's house next to him open suddenly. Li Chunhua poked his head out and said, "Qianluo, you are finally back, come in quickly."

Although Han Qianluo was a little puzzled, he followed in: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"My mother doesn't agree." Li Chunhua said a little unhappy, but it made Han Qianluo baffled, a little confused: "What do you disagree with?"

"You forgot?" Li Chunhua opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "What I told you is about your brother."

Only then did Han Qianluo remember that Li Chunhua had indeed said this matter, and she felt a little embarrassed that she forgot about it, so she quickly smiled and said, "I've been a little busy these days, so I didn't think about it all at once."

"My mother disagrees, what do you think I should do now?" Li Chunhua asked with a bitter face.

Han Qianluo suddenly felt as if she wanted to be choked. How could she know what to do about this kind of thing? If she gave an idea, if something happened in the future, she would have to be blamed. This kind of difficulty She doesn't do unpleasant things, so she shook her head decisively, expressing that she didn't know.

"You can only make up your own mind on this matter, and no one else can help you." Han Qianluo said, then stood up and said, "There are still many things at home, so I'll go back first." After finishing speaking, he left, and then what to do do what.

Back home, Han Qianluo began to grind soybean milk to make tofu with Han Qingquan. Just after grinding the soybean milk, he heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, it turned out to be the matchmaker Mrs. Zhao. Han Shuier's current marriage is this Zhao talked about it.

"Grandma Zhao, come in and sit down." Han Qianluo said politely, quickly invited Mrs. Zhao into the yard, spread out a bamboo mat, and then hurriedly poured tea. As for the matter of marriage, it was naturally not her turn. The third child in this family went to talk about it, let alone she was a girl.

Han Qingquan and the matchmaker Zhao were discussing their marriage in the hall, while Han Qianluo was making tofu in the kitchen next to her. In order to prevent others from seeing her, she would now put down the bamboo mats to cover them.

While making tofu, Han Qianluo paid attention to what they were talking about, but there was no time for anything, it was just that it was time to line up, and if there were no problems, they could discuss marriage.Han Qianluo complained in his heart: Marrying?To put it so elegantly, in fact, it is to discuss the amount of dowry, which is the same as bargaining for selling things.

Han Qianluo's tofu is almost ready, and the discussion over there is also almost done.

(End of this chapter)