Chu Yande likes to eat his sugar, and osmanthus knows it.

The first two times she came to town, she also paid special attention to this old man, but she didn't see the old man every time.

I didn't expect to come to the town this time, and I actually ran into it, so I naturally wanted to buy more osmanthus and bring it back to relieve Chu Yande's hunger.

When the old man heard Osmanthus's words, he was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing, "You girl will say, look at my old fellow, where else can I go except this Antao Town?" I didn't come out to set up a stall a few days ago, because my old bones suffered some diseases, no, I was better yesterday, and I came out to set up a stall today. ”

As soon as she heard that she was sick, Osmanthus hurriedly asked with concern: "Since you are sick, why don't you take a good rest at home?" It's getting colder and colder, and your old man is still wearing so thin, this can't be done! What should I do if I catch a cold? ”

As soon as the words of this osmanthus fell, I heard Chu Yannian's voice ring out urgently, "Osmanthus!" ”

"Huh?" Osmanthus turned her head to look at Chu Yannian for some reason, but she saw Chu Yannian running towards her, and said to the old man who sold sugar apologetically: "Uncle, my sister is young and doesn't speak well, don't be surprised." ”

"Brother, I'm ......" Osmanthus was in a hurry, why didn't she speak.

But after thinking about it, Osmanthus realized that she didn't seem to be very good at talking just now, and just what she said just now had a kind of smell of cursing people with a cold!

Thinking of this, Osmanthus also felt very embarrassed, and opened her mouth to apologize.

On the contrary, the old man who sold sugar laughed a few times, "It's okay, it's okay, this little girl is also thinking about my old man." However, old man, I can only buy new clothes to wear if I sell these candies and earn money! ”

Osmanthus looked so closely, only to find that although the old man's clothes were neat and clean, there were many patches on them.

And judging from the sparse stitches, the needlework of the person who sews the patch is also quite ordinary, and even Osmanthus feels that this is not as good as her as a novice.

Judging from this outfit, Osmanthus deduced that this old man should be living alone.

"Uncle, how much can you sell sugar on this day?" Osmanthus pointed to the big and small candies on the old man's stall and couldn't help asking.

At this time, there were few people shopping, except for the three of them, no one else came to ask.

So the old man who sells sugar doesn't mind chatting with osmanthus more, "This, it depends on the sky, it also depends on the people, if it sells well, you can earn twenty or thirty yuan a day, if it doesn't sell well, the old man, I will shine on the sun for a day." ”

Although the old man who sells candy has a wrinkled face, he always smiles, but his face is not very good, it should be that the pain in his body is not yet good.

When it's a good time, it's only twenty or thirty a day? This kind of income is really not much.

Osmanthus thought for a while, then opened her mouth and asked, "Uncle, did you buy these sugars from somewhere else, or did you make them yourself?" ”

"Of course I made my own sugar. I don't like the old man's goods. I'm not blowing it, old man! As far as we are the people who make sugar in the whole Fucheng, if my old Liao Tou wants to say second, no one dares to call it first! ”

Looking at Lao Liaotou's stinky face, Osmanthus couldn't help but smile.

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