When the village was rushing to the entrance of the village with people, the crowd had almost dispersed.

"Alas, Muramasa, where are you going!" An old man with a goatee hurriedly walked out of the village when he saw Old Man Xu leading a few young people out of the village, and hurriedly asked.

Old man Xu was in a hurry, and he didn't want to answer, but it was his in-laws who asked, and he couldn't reply if he didn't reply, so he could only say perfunctorily: "Something happened to the Du family who just came, I'll go to the mountains to take a look." ”

How do you know that as soon as the old man heard that it was the Du family, his eyes lit up, and he pulled the old man Xu to gossip.

"Oh, you're talking about the Du family from the south!" Old man Xu wondered, what does this old guy know?

The old man with the goatee mysteriously pulled Muramasa and said, "Let me tell you! That Du Qiang of the Du family is not a good thing! Feed his niece to the wolves in the mountains, and run back by himself! If he doesn't call someone quickly, he will wait for the wolf to eat his niece!"

"What!" When Muramasa heard this, his heart suddenly became angry, and he said that this matter was not so simple, and sure enough, that little lady still let her second uncle hurt her!

The old man with the goatee tugged at Muramasa's sleeve again, "I'll tell you! That little lady in his family has a big life! I met Ge Quan on the mountainside in the mountains!" That's it," the old man with the goatee touched his beard, his eyes squinting as if he was thinking about something.

There was a look of impatience on the front of the village, "Alas! It's the one who used to be a soldier and can wear Yang in a hundred steps!"

"Alas! Yes, yes, yes, it's the one who wears a cow or a sheep! That Ge Quan saved the little lady and sent her back! Oh, at that time, Du Qiang's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were crying here, who knew that the little lady would come back alive!

As soon as Muramasa heard that Du Wanwan was still alive and well, the heart of the seven up and eight down finally put it back into his stomach peacefully. The old man with the goatee gossiped a little, and his heart was satisfied, and he no longer dragged the cuffs of the village, and sat back under the plane tree at the entrance of the village, and went to bask in the sun with his eyes closed.

Muramasa instructed a few young men who came with him to go back first, and he went to Du's house by himself.

After Du Wanwan returned, he hid in his hut, saying only that he was frightened and needed to rest. The matter has not subsided, Du Yu and Du Li dare not do anything to Du Wanwan, and Du Qiang has not yet returned. Although the mother and daughter were unwilling, they still let Du Wanwan go back and went back to the main house themselves.

Du Qiang learned from the mouths of those who turned back halfway that Du Wanwan came back safe and sound, and he was dumbfounded. Why is this Mourning Star so evil? I was able to come back to life after dying and burying it for two days before, this time, in this case, everyone is sure to die, it is good to be able to keep the corpse capital, how do you think that this Mourning Star is back!

Du Qiang, who hurried back, happened to meet with the village at the door. Muramasa curled his beard, snorted coldly in his nostrils, glared at Du Qiang, and went straight into the courtyard. Du Qiang knew that the matter in the mountains had been revealed, his mouth was bitter, and his heart was anxious, so he turned around the door twice like ants in a hot pot, and followed into the courtyard.

"Little lady! I don't know what kind of injury the little lady has suffered? Do you need to invite Lang Zhong?"

Du Wanwan was lying on the bed, thinking about going to the market tomorrow, when Muramasa's voice came in through the window lattice. She hurriedly got up, opened the door of the hut, and also saw the second uncle Du Qiang standing behind the village official.

Du Qiang's eyes were scorching and he looked at Du Wanwan, and there was both a threat and a pleading in his eyes. Du Wanwan pretended not to see it, but just answered Muramasa's question with a smile.

Seeing that Du Wanwan didn't seem to be injured, the village was completely relieved, and said that he would come to pick up Du Wanwan to go to the market tomorrow, and then said goodbye and left. As soon as the village was gone, Du Qiang immediately changed color, and his face became fierce.

Du Wanwan sneered on his lips, "Second uncle, don't forget, tomorrow the village is coming to pick me up and take me to the market! By the way, doesn't the family still have to buy food? Auntie won't give me money, what do you want me to buy tomorrow?"

Du Qiang's chest was blocked, and he was uncomfortable. This mourning star, a little slut, dares to threaten him! Let her be proud for the time being, and see how he cleans her up after that!

Du Qiang threw up his sleeves and left, and Du Wanwan also returned to the house with a cold face. She is not short of money, but at this time, don't do it in vain, if something like this happens, my aunt will definitely give it to her!

Du Qiang went back to the house angrily, and together with Du Yu and Du Li, he was sulking and complaining. However, there is a village to protect them, and they can't do anything with Du Wanwan. It's just that in the future, this mourning star will never want to eat a grain from him again!

The next day, Du Wanwan, who was sitting on the donkey cart in the village, looked at the two strings of money in his hand, and smiled happily in his heart. Looking at Du Li's reluctance in the morning, he couldn't help it, and Du Wanwan was happy.

Sure enough, as she thought, her aunt would definitely give her money, and it would not be less. For 200 yuan, buy five liters of yellow rice, and then buy five liters of white rice, and you can still have more than half left. Muramasa said that the aunt asked her to buy all the things she bought, and there were still more than a dozen yuan left. When the time comes, it's okay to buy two rags or eat a rice cake.

The market in the town is not big, it doesn't happen every day, and there aren't many things for sale. Five liters of white rice cost 30 Wen, five liters of yellow rice 20 Wen, plus some things for cooking on the fire, and some farm tools that Du Wanwan couldn't name, a total of 178 Wen, and there were 22 Wen left.

Du Wanwan walked around the bazaar, and there was nothing new about it. Iron was not yet widely used in agricultural tools in this era, and clay pots were still used for cooking. What kind of prosperous scene is the capital of Daqian, Du Wanwan still doesn't know, but here, the primitive cooking utensils directly lead to the simplicity and rudeness of cooking methods. There is no stir-frying, no pasta, Du Wanwan feels that if she wants to make a little money in the future, it should not be a big problem.

Daqian is a very strange place, and the development of technological civilization is not very balanced. For example, bronze farm tools are here, but vegetable oil that began in the Song Dynasty in China is also here! There are many other such cases, Du Wanwan doesn't want to delve into the reason, as long as this external condition is favorable to her.

This market is only once every three to five days, and it is only about 30 meters from east to west. Muramasa said that there are many markets in Licheng than this, and there are several large restaurants, if Du Wanwan has the opportunity to go to Licheng in the future, he can go there to see.

The village was about to buy something else, so Du Wanwan separated from him for the time being, and said that they would meet on the street half an hour later.

It's the first time I've been here, so it's a little strange not to buy anything. Du bent and turned for a long time, and finally bought three feet of muslin cloth and some needlework and thread in a small grocery store. People in the mountain villages usually wear cheesecloth and some fine linen clothing, and this material is also used in the town. Although she can't change the shotgun openly now, it's always okay to tear some muslin and make a close-fitting belly pocket!