Bian Rui saw that Mo Sheng's parents were going to the market, so he asked Mo Sheng and asked him if he wanted to go, who knew that this kid was not interested in the market at all, so Bian Rui had to go with his parents.

Driving out of the valley mouth, when I almost arrived at the town, I felt the festive atmosphere, more than 100 meters away from the entrance of the town, and both sides of the road were full of private cars of all sizes and with license plates.

"Oh, it's so lively!" Mo Sheng's mother happily looked at the pedestrians outside the window and said happily.

Bian Rui said: "When you go in, you will know what it means to have a lot of people, that is, the temple fair of Mingzhu 15 can be compared with the tail set at this time, of course, the scale of Mingzhu is much larger, this place is small, and there are usually not so many people."

"Are they all coming back from work?" said Mo Sheng's father.

"Well, there are a lot of people who go out to work here, most of them are in this part of the Yangtze River, so almost all of them come back by car, and when they come to the end of the Spring Festival, they are all cars. Okay, let's not go forward, it won't be easy to figure it out when the time goes forward. Although it's still a little far from the set, the things I bought today aren't heavy, so it's a big deal to take care of a small trailer."

Bian Rui turned off the fire as he spoke, and stretched out the car key next to the brake button in front of Mo Sheng's father.

"You take it, my current pocket is very shallow, it's not easy to fit this thing" Mo Sheng's father patted his clothes pocket.

Mo Sheng's father is wearing a jacket today, the jacket has no pockets, and the pants have pockets, but the pants are relatively tight, almost equal to stretching on the thighs, and it will definitely be uncomfortable if there is a key inside.

Bian Rui didn't say much, and got out of the car directly with the key, and after waiting for everyone to get out of the car, he locked the car and took the two of them to the set.

Just a hundred meters away, the two of them were full of interest, and when they met someone chasing geese, they both had to ask a few questions, and Bian Rui was happy in his heart.

When they arrived at the entrance of the town, the two of them couldn't walk a little, because someone had set up a stage here, and a martial arts show was being played on the stage, and Bian Rui didn't always watch the show, I don't know which one it was, but it was a fight scene, the top was wonderful, and the bottom was also lively.

Bian Rui saw that these two were so interested, so he didn't urge them, but followed a group of martial artists standing next to him in the stands to do somersaults and play with spears.

"Good!"

Mo Sheng's father roared, and Bian Rui couldn't help but look sideways, and said in his heart: Do you really understand?

Just when Bian Rui doubted Mo Sheng's father's ability to appreciate the quintessence of the country, a girl in her twenties walked into the crowd with a plate in her hand.

It's rewarding!

There were a lot of people watching the play, but as soon as the reward came out here, a third of it immediately left, and the girl with the tray seemed to be no stranger to such a scene, and the smile on her face did not decrease at all, and she kept saying auspicious words.

But most of the people still stayed, giving a piece of five yuan, and some people will take advantage of this strength to laugh at the little girl twice, and there is no one who laughs at the hands.

For the little girl's reward, Bian Rui feels quite comfortable.

Bian Rui said this not because it was the little girl who was pleasing the reward, but because the little girl's attitude towards the guests. For example, some people will scold you with words, and sometimes they will turn around and scold you, if you leave, you will be a king or something, and you will pay for your words. Bian Rui hates this very much, maybe it's your way of making a living, and some people are also obedient to watch dramas and don't want to pay money. But Bian Rui is annoyed to beg for money like this.

"I wish you all the best!

It didn't take long for the girl to come to Bian Rui's face.

Bian Rui was digging into his pocket, and Mo Sheng's father directly took out a red ticket and put a full hundred yuan in the girl's tray.

"It's a great act!" said Mo Sheng's father.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then said to everyone on the stage: "This gentleman gave a reward of 100 yuan and praised everyone for their good performance!"

After speaking, he bent over Mo Sheng's father slightly: "Thank you, sir!"

Bian Rui took out his pocket here, and was originally going to give less, but who knew that the pockets were all a hundred, so there was no change, so Bian Rui also gave a hundred.

Bian Rui thought he was generous, but what Bian Rui didn't expect was that Mo Sheng's mother directly gave two hundred yuan.

received 400 yuan from Bian Ruiyan, and the martial artists on the stage worked harder, but the people around looked at Bian Ruiyan as if they were idiots.

Now 100 yuan is nothing, and it is not enough to invite someone for a meal, but if you reward and sing a big drama in the rural market, it is a big deal.

Fortunately, Bian Rui doesn't care what others think of him, as for how he feels when he receives a lot of eyes, Bian Rui doesn't take it seriously for a long time, and the eyes collected by the road master on the road are much more than this.

After watching it for about five or six minutes, Bian Rui pulled the two away.

"The singing of this opera is still a bit level, I really can't imagine that now the opera has been reduced to street singing, hey, it has ruined good things" Mo Sheng's father looked distressed.

Bian Rui doesn't have any special sense of interest in opera, and he doesn't believe that if no one likes it, Chinese will be fine.

"Hey, look, there's a candy seller over there," Mo Sheng's mother said suddenly.

Bian Rui looked in the direction of her finger, there was indeed a candy seller on the side of the road, and it was an old-fashioned wooden pick, very old-fashioned, the candy man was also an old man, with a wisp of white beard on his chin, and the stall and the old man were very clean, many old men of the old age like the old man in the countryside were unkempt, and normal people could smell the smell of the old man when they approached. It is also commonly known as the old man's taste.

But this old man is very clean inside and out, and his beard is also meticulous.

The servant walked over and found that the old man was now concentrating on pouring a mouse. After pouring it out, the old man also took out something that seemed to be like an air pump, and hit it twice under the wheat stalk of the mouse, and immediately the mouse's stomach became round, and after the old man kneaded it a few times, the originally flat mouse suddenly became three-dimensional.

At this time, Bian Rui found that these two people were like two old children, and his eyes were full of light when he saw the candy man, if he continued to look all the way like this, he didn't know what time he would see.

So Bian Rui opened his mouth and said: "You guys walk slowly, I'll go buy things, if we can't meet, then two hours later, let's meet at the car."

Anyway, the two of them are also adults, and it is impossible to be abducted or anything, at most, they will encounter one or two thieves and lose a little property or something, so Bian Rui decided to let the two of them slip away by themselves and buy the things they want to buy first.

Bian Rui said in his heart, I will leave you two hours, it is enough.

"Okay, then you are busy with your go, let's take a walk over here!" Mo Sheng's father did not take his eyes off the candy man stall.

Seeing this, Bian Rui shook his head with a smile and walked forward with the crowd, and soon found a place to buy ingots and candles and began to purchase.

According to the list given by his mother, Bian Rui ticked the list every time he bought it, and it took almost an hour for Bian Rui to buy all the things on the list.

Sitting in the car and waiting for a while, I didn't see Mo Sheng's parents come back early, Bian Rui looked at his watch and there was still an hour, so he decided to go to them, squatting in the car for an hour in vain Bian Rui didn't have the patience, especially now that the mobile phone is almost out of power. You can't set your car on fire just to charge your phone.

The car door was closed again, and Bian Rui followed the crowd back into town.

After entering the bazaar, Bian Rui found that it was really difficult for him to find someone. The market is used on the main street of the town, and the four-lane street, which usually looks a little narrow, is now so crowded that you can't even see the people on the other side, although it is a bit too difficult to find a needle in a haystack, but it is certainly not an easy task.

So Bian Rui also began to walk slowly, wanting to wait for a little more and go directly to the car to meet the two of them.

"Hey, take a walk and take a look, the newly cooked tofu rolls, don't miss the ......."

As soon as Bian Rui raised his head, he suddenly became interested. Because he knew the owner of the house, when he used to go to school in the county seat, every time he went home or went to school, he would come to a tofu roll while waiting for the bus. In the past, there was a small shop at the entrance of the town primary school, but later Bian Rui came back to the primary school in his first year of college and moved away, and the shop moved away.

actually met Bian Rui again at the set, so Bian Rui immediately squeezed out of the crowd and came to the side of the stall.

"Boss, here are six tofu rolls! a bowl of spicy soup," Bian Rui sat down. He opened his mouth and reported the amount of food he had eaten before.

Naturally, the boss can't know Bian Rui, it's been almost ten years, where can he remember so many guests. However, the owner of the guest came to the door with a smile on his face: "Do you want to add vinegar to the spicy soup?"

"Add a little less vinegar and a little more chili powder," Bian Rui said.

The boss quickly brought six fried tofu rolls to Bian Rui on a plate, and at the same time served Bian Rui a bowl of spicy soup.

Bian Rui first took a tofu roll and put it in his mouth and took a bite, it was still the original taste, and then took a sip of spicy soup, and the taste did not change much.

If you want to say that this thing is delicious, it can't be said, Bian Rui's current craftsmanship and materials are much more delicious than what this boss makes, but for Bian Rui, what he eats is not food, but memories, sitting at the old table, eating the food at that time, and suddenly losing the memories of his teenage years followed his mind, and the previous things were like small pictures in Bian Rui's mind.

It took five or six minutes for Bian Rui to finish eating, and he wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Boss, how much?"

"There are twelve pieces in total, five pieces of tofu rolls, and three pieces of spicy soup," the boss said to Bian Rui while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.