When the three big characters of Yongxiu City appeared in front of her, she was so tired that she almost fainted.

"Daddy, are we here?" Jiang Guyu looked at a stone tablet next to him engraved with the big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Yes." Jiang Changxing nodded, looked at Jiang Guyu's appearance, and couldn't help but say: "I'm going to the city soon, wait for my father to sell firewood, and buy you a steamed bun to eat." ”

Steamed bread!

As soon as he heard this thing that he had only eaten in his previous life, Jiang Guyu's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he dimmed again, shook his head and said, "No, let's go home early and keep the money for my mother's treatment." ”

"Light rain." Jiang Changxing looked at his daughter guiltily, and made up his mind that he would sell firewood and buy a steamed bun for Qian Jiang Guyu to eat.

As soon as he entered the city, Jiang Changxing picked this up, turned around in a few steps, and looked at Jiang Guyu, for fear that she would lose it.

"Daddy, don't worry about me, I'll follow you." Jiang Guyu wanted to look around, but seeing that Jiang Changxing was tired and tired, he kept looking back, and couldn't help but hold on to the firewood and said, "I'm not a child anymore." ”

"Okay, you follow carefully." Jiang Changxing advised, took Jiang Guyu around a few times, and came to a place like a morning market, where there were vegetable sellers, firewood sellers, charcoal sellers, and meat sellers, and the shouting was continuous, so it was not lively.

"Brother Jiang, is this your daughter?" A big swarthy man looked at Jiang Guyu and asked.

"yes." Jiang Changxing nodded, but he didn't reply again, but put the firewood aside, stood there and began to wait for the buyer.

"Xiaoyu, you're tired, just sit by your father." Jiang Changxing put a big hat on Jiang Guyu and covered her palm-sized face.

"It's okay, I'm not tired." Jiang Guyu sat next to Jiang Changxing, looking around with a pair of eyes, this is not easy to come once, how can I look around to see what she can do.

Selling vegetables is unrealistic.

Selling meat is even more unrealistic.

Selling souvenirs, it seems that there are no specialties in the village.

Jiang Guyu saw someone selling yellow food and turtles, but she couldn't get any of these.

As for selling firewood and charcoal, she felt even more that she had no future, and her father's load of firewood was only sold for seven or eight cents, which was too different from what she paid.

"Dad, this hat is too big." Jiang Guyu held the hat made of old cotton clothes on her head and took it off directly, which was too uncomfortable, and besides, with her incomplete body, who could see it?

"How do you sell this firewood?" Suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded.

Jiang Guyu and Jiang Changxing raised their heads at the same time, and what they saw was a man with a white face, and then looked at them with great disdain.

Sure enough, the nostrils were pointing towards the sky.

Jiang Guyu thought in his heart, and listened to Jiang Changxing's somewhat shy reply: "Bawen." ”

"I bought it, follow me to the house." The white man said.

Jiang Changxing thought that he could sell it for eight cents, and the smile on the corner of his mouth kept rising, and he replied repeatedly: "Okay." ”

Jiang Changxing happily picked up the firewood and got up with the white man.

Jiang Guyu hurriedly followed, and sold Bawen, which is not bad.

After walking for a while, Jiang Changxing's pace seemed to slow down.

"Hurry up, why is it so slow, you missed my hour, can you afford it!" The white man urged impatiently, and he really didn't like Jiang Changxing's slow motion.

Jiang Guyu looked at Jiang Changxing strangely, didn't his father walk fast?

"Dare to ask this steward, which lord is from the house?" Jiang Changxing asked cautiously.

The white man replied impatiently, "What are you doing with so many questions!" ”

"Daddy." Jiang Guyu looked at Jiang Changxing cautiously, and always felt that Jiang Changxing at this time seemed to be wrong, and the eyebrows that had been frowning never let go.

"It's fine." Jiang Changxing said uncomfortably, and as he saw Wuli Pavilion, he immediately repented and said, "This steward, I think my firewood is still not sold." ”

"Not for sale?" When the white man heard this, he immediately stared at Jiang Changxing with big eyes, pointed at his nose and scolded, "Who do you think you are, if you don't sell it, you won't sell it!" ”

"Ahh The white man shouted directly, and the tall man who had been silent before stood up and looked down at Jiang Changxing condescendingly.

Jiang Guyu couldn't help but be startled, I don't know what my father said that if he doesn't sell it, he won't sell it.

"Our firewood is not sold to the Zhang family!" Jiang Changxing, who has always been shy and weak, said loudly, then pulled Ji Chengyu and left quickly.

In this five-mile pavilion, there is a family of Zhang Yuanwai Zhang's family.

"Stop." The white man shouted, and glanced at the tall man next to him, the man stepped forward, grabbed the flat pole, and directly pulled the firewood over, Jiang Changxing was pulled back a few steps, and immediately fell to the ground.

"Daddy." Jiang Guyu watched his father fall, and just as he was about to step forward, he saw the white man from before stepping on Jiang Changxing's hand, and his foot stepped on it hard. trampled, looked at Jiang Changxing disdainfully, and said: "Today's firewood, you have to sell it, and if you don't sell it, you have to sell it!" ”

Jiang Changxing frowned in pain, the tears in Jiang Guyu's eyes suddenly burst out, trotted forward, raised his head, looked at the white man and said, "This uncle in charge, my father didn't say that he didn't sell firewood."

"Xiaoyu, if you don't sell it, you won't sell it, do you know who they are?" Jiang Changxing gritted his teeth in pain and said, glaring at the white man, and scolded: "My Xiaoyang died in the hands of your Zhang family, this firewood is sold to anyone, and it is not sold to your Zhang family!"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Guyu immediately understood all kinds of strangeness about his father.

"Ah?" The white man looked at Ah Da next to him and asked, he had just come to Zhang's house, and he didn't quite understand.

"Steward Zhou, this person seems to be the father of the eighteenth aunt who died just after the house." Ah Da frowned and said in Zhou Qiang's ear.

Zhou Qiang frowned, and directly 'bah', and said: "What's the big deal, it's just a countryman, this firewood, I'm going to make a decision today." ”

"Wait." Jiang Guyu saw that Ah Da wanted to forcibly pick firewood, and Jiang Guyu, who was still injured on his forehead, suddenly stepped forward and said, "We will sell you this firewood, but not a penny of eight cents is missing!" ”

"Light rain." Jiang Changxing covered his hand that was trampled on and wanted to say something, but was comforted by Jiang Guyu and said: "Dad, it's the same for everyone to sell this firewood, my mother is at home, and I'm still waiting for us to go home." ”

As soon as he heard Zhang Minghua mentioned, Jiang Changxing immediately stopped.