At the bazaar in Lantian County.

Jiang Jun was squatting next to a pile of large turnips, dressed in shabby, dusty clothes.

Today, his father has something to do, so he will let him sell turnips alone.

The shouting in the market came and went, and he didn't want to shout, so he stayed there.

After a while, a middle-aged man came over and said, "Housheng, how do you sell turnips?"

Jiang Jun said casually: "Two cents a catty." ”

The middle-aged man said, "It's a little expensive, isn't it?"

"Then you can watch it. ”

"Hey, what do you mean by looking at it, I've never seen you do this business. I haven't bought it from you yet. "Say goodbye and leave.

Jiang Jun didn't have the heart to sell this, he liked to buy it or not, and he was still squatting there stunned. Think about your future development.

The most important thing is, does the 200,000-word manuscript magazine accept it? Is the girl of the Chen family reliable?

If you can't take the first step, that's bad.

He thought about it for a long time and didn't figure it out, and felt that it was boring to look at so many radishes here, so he picked up one and ate it.

That's a big white radish, not a carrot. This kind of radish is generally pickled into pickles or stewed. The beef stew with radish is also very flavorful.

If you eat it raw, the taste will definitely be much worse, but those who are used to eating it will not find it unpleasant. But Jiang Jun obviously didn't get used to eating, and when he bit it, a fishy and spicy smell rushed to his brain, and he hurriedly spit it out, full of bitter water secreted from his mouth, flowing down the corners of his mouth, tears were also spicy, and his whole face was distorted.

"Oh my god......"

If he had been, he would have thrown this turnip away. The reason why I didn't throw it away was not because I cared about the money for the turnip. But after all, harvesting radishes also joined his own labor, and he was a little reluctant. Just hold this big radish in your arms.

He was dressed in shabby clothes, squatting next to a pile of turnips, holding a radish in his arms, with a loveless expression. What kind of image is this?

Coincidentally, at this moment, another person asked, "Hey, is your radish delicious?"

Jiang Jun remembered the taste of eating raw radish just now, and replied casually: "It's a delicious fart." Although this is not elegant, it does not seem abrupt in that era when culture is generally not high.

As soon as he said this, the man turned and walked away. Your own radish is a fart that you say is delicious, so what else should I buy?

To put it simply, this morning, Jiang Jun didn't even sell out a fifth.

By noon, there were fewer people in the market, and many of the stall owners had their lunches to eat. Jiang Jun's stomach also growled, and he was going to eat.

He took a bamboo basket from the side, uncovered the cloth on the basket, and there were three sticks of bread in it, and a small lunch box, made of aluminum, and when he opened it, there was a pickle lump inside, about the size of a child's small fist.

No chopsticks. In fact, you don't need chopsticks to eat this meal. Jiang Jun picked up the stick dough cake and took a bite, the paste cake was already cold, cold and hard, and when you bite into it, you feel like you are biting the shell of a nut.

I took a hard bite and gradually crushed it in my mouth, but this coarse grain was very sassy, it was difficult to swallow, and I chewed it a lot, and most of it was still in my mouth.

Although he didn't do any heavy work, he couldn't have clean hands after selling radishes all morning, but he couldn't wash his hands in this environment, so he could only pick up a pickle pimple with his dirty hands.

When you put it on your nose, you will feel a rancid smell rushing straight to your nose. It's not that the pickle gnocchi is bad, it's the pickle gnocchi that tastes like this. I'm used to eating too much, but Jiang Jun hasn't gotten used to it yet.

Although Jiang Jun doesn't like this dish, after all, his mind is not a child anymore, he will not be willful casually, he knows when to compromise with reality, and he takes a hard bite, and a salty taste hits his taste buds.

With the help of pickles, he swallowed a large mouthful of sticky cakes.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a delicate black cloth shoe in front of him, and the socks inside were pure white. When I looked up, a middle school student in a school uniform looked at me with a smile.

Jiang Jun looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Two cents and a catty, it's too expensive to look at." ”

Chen Qing leaned down, put his hand on his knee, looked at Jiang Jun, and said, "Do you really not know me anymore, or are you angry with me?"

Jiang Jun said suspiciously, "Are you?"

Chen Qing said: "We are all from Shuidong Village. ”

Jiang Jun smiled: "Oh, it turned out to be you." In fact, he really didn't know who the other party was.

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll invite you to eat something delicious." ”

"Ah, do you want to eat something delicious?" Jiang Jun's eyes instantly lit up, which was an instinctive desire.

"yes, I don't think you really want to sell and experience life. Do you dare to leave this pile of turnips and go with me? Friendly reminder to you, if you leave, the turnips will probably be snatched up. ”

When Jiang Jun heard this, he felt a little arrogant in his heart, and said: "Just go, what's the matter if you are robbed and beaten, the things that are planted by people are robbed and eaten, don't you also make the best use of them?" I thought: At my level of selling things, it is estimated that I will not be able to sell them for a few more dollars in a day, and if she can invite me to a good meal, I will also count it as worth.

Chen Qing chuckled: "It's really philosophical to speak. ”

Chen Qing took Jiang Jun to a small restaurant and sat down at the table outside.

Chen Qing said: "Do you eat noodles or mutton steamed buns?"

When Jiang Jun heard the word "mutton", his eyes lit up and he said, "Mutton steamed buns." ”

Chen Qing shouted, "How much does it cost to make mutton steamed buns?"

The owner, an aunt in her fifties, said, "A bowl of five cents without meat, and a piece of meat." ”

"Let's have two bowls of meat. ”

After Jiang Jun heard this, he was shocked, he was already familiar with the prices in this world, two yuan is not a small amount, this little girl is so generous, it is really surprising.

The aunt said, "Do you break it yourself or I'll break it for you." ”

Chen Qing said: "Let's come by ourselves, thank you." ”

The aunt poured the boiled mutton soup into two large bowls, added ginger, coriander, spicy and other ingredients, and served it to the two. At the same time, a plate of meat was added in front of each person.

At that time, a pound of mutton was only about two yuan, and the sauce mutton was two and a half yuan. This proprietress is also real, five cents is enough to add two taels of mutton, put it on the plate, and feel a thick feeling.

At the same time, put two whole pies on the side.

Jiang Jun looked at the fragrant thick soup, he couldn't help it, and after stirring it briefly with chopsticks, he took a sip of it. For a moment, I felt that my taste buds were comforted.

Hurriedly took a few sips, picked up the cake next to him and took a bite, picked up two slices of cut mutton, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it.

Chen Qing looked at Jiang Jun in surprise while breaking the cake in front of him into small pieces, and said, "You haven't eaten it for a long time, you won't eat it." ”