Besides, the warrior monk who came to chase and kill last time went back to the north, and Huineng had a short "safety period" in Tianlu Mountain, Xinzhou.

Spring goes to summer, and in a blink of an eye, it is the season when cicadas are singing and ripe, and Lingnan fruits such as lychee, longan, mango, and yellow peel are on the market one after another. Huineng also occasionally went to the market with Liang Diqing and them.

Lidong Market is at the foot of Tianlu Mountain, which is a farmers' market distribution center at the junction of Xinzhou, Enping and Kaiping counties.

Although the market town in this mountainous area is not large, every market day, the villagers at the junction of the three counties will come to the market invariably. People will pick up seasonal fruits and mountain goods, as well as poultry and livestock harvested at home, to sell them at the market, and buy some daily necessities to go home. The flow of people in the market town is like a carp, shoulder to shoulder, the cries of chickens, ducks and geese, the sound of people's cries and bargaining are intertwined, one after another, very lively.

Early in the morning on the day of the market, Liang Diqing asked Huineng to come and help pick lychees. After a while, they picked three loads full of lychees, and Liang Diqing and Huineng each picked one load to sell in the cave market.

The lychee planted by Liang Diqing's ancestor is Xinzhou Xiangli, which is called Xiangli because of its small fruit, red color, fine core, fleshy and crisp, and fragrant taste, and is listed as a tribute because of its excellent variety.

Since the Sui and Tang dynasties, lychee has been listed as a precious fruit and is known as the "king of fruits". The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu wrote a poem:

Chang'an is embroidered in a pile,

The top of the mountain is opened for a thousand times.

A ride on the red dust concubine smiled,

No one knows that it is lychee.

It is written that Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty did not hesitate to send lychees to Chang'an from thousands of miles away every year in order to make Yang Guifei eat fresh lychees, resulting in many deaths, which shows the preciousness of lychees.

Su Dongpo was demoted to Lingnan, and he ate lychees for the first time, and was satisfied because of eating lychees, and made a poem "300 lychees a day, and he was a Lingnan person". It shows people's love for lychees.

There are more than 60 varieties of Lingnan lychee, such as fragrant lychee, hanging green, cinnamon, glutinous rice balls, etc., of which there are more than a dozen kinds that are well known to people. There are three varieties: early-maturing, medium-ripening, and late-maturing. The early-maturing varieties are generally ripe from late May to mid-June, and the main varieties are: Feizixiao, Black Leaf, Zhuangyuan Red, Da Hong Pao, White Ash, etc.; Medium-ripening varieties generally ripen in late June to early July, and the main varieties are glutinous rice balls, cinnamon flavor, green skin sweet, jinfeng, honey poppy, etc.; Late-maturing varieties generally ripen in mid-July to late July, and the main varieties are Huaizhi, Xiangli, Shangshuhuai, etc.

Liang Diqing and the others picked up and sold these thick, fine, ripe and sweet Xinzhou fragrant lilies were very sought-after, and the three quintals of lychees were sold out in less than an hour.

Huineng bought some oil and salt at the small shop by the way. Liang Diqing bought two catties of tobacco leaves at the tobacco stall, pulled out the bamboo pipe on his waist, stuffed a little tobacco, lit it, squatted on the ground, took a deep breath, and then spit out the smoke.

Huineng: "You, your addiction to smoking is so big. ”

Liang Diqing shook his head helplessly: "I, a smoker, also know that smoking too much is not good for my body, and I have quit a few times, but I can't quit." ”

Huineng: "As long as you are determined, you will definitely be able to quit." ”

"Then, I'll try again after smoking these two catties of tobacco leaves to see if I can quit my addiction." After Liang Diqing was addicted to smoking, he looked up at the sky and said, "Yo, it's almost noon, Ah Neng, Chi Bin, let's go to the end of the market to buy some sauce and vinegar, and go home." ”

Huineng and Chi Bin said in unison: "Okay." ”

The three of them carried empty baskets and were about to walk to the end of the ruins.

Liang Diqing suddenly made a discovery, and pointed to the man who was selling fruit in another stall in front of him: "Ah, second brother Wu, sell mangoes!" ”

After Huineng went to Tianlu Mountain to live in seclusion, in his spare time, he often went to Wu Laoer's house with Liang Diqing to drink tea and chat, and everyone had a lot of topics and talked about it quite well.

Six years ago, Wu Lao Er brought back six mango seedlings from outside and planted them in the open space behind his house. Last year, six mango trees began to bear fruit, and this year is a good year, the trees are full of huge mangoes, bending the branches, Wu Lao Er sees it in his eyes and is happy in his heart.

In this bumper harvest season, Wu Lao Er got up very early today and quickly picked two baskets of mangoes and sold them in the cave market.

Wu Lao Er is a drunkard, first drank half a catty of liquor in the wine shop at the entrance of the market, and then picked up two baskets of mangoes, looking left and right, looking for a place to set up stalls in the market.

There are too many people taking advantage of the market today, Wu Lao Er finally found a vacant seat in the middle of the stall selling longan and selling pig seedlings, put down the mango burden there, wiped his sweat, and shouted loudly: "Big and sweet mangoes, both cheap and delicious, you can buy them." In a few moments, more than half of the two baskets of mangoes had been sold.

When Wu Lao Er saw Liang Diqing's father and son and Hui Neng coming over, he hurriedly picked up three mangoes from the basket and handed them over: "Brother Diqing, Ah Neng, Ah Bin, this mango was picked early this morning, fresh enough, you come and taste it!" ”

Liang Diqing said: "Don't be so polite, we just finished selling lychees, and we were about to go to the end of the market to buy some sauce and vinegar to go back, and when we saw that you were also selling mangoes here, we came over to say hello." ”

Wu Lao Er: "Neighbors, you're welcome." ”

Huineng picked up a mango, peeled it and took a bite, a stream of sweet water flowed down from his mouth, penetrating his heart, and he couldn't help blurting out: "It's so sweet!" ”

Wu Lao Er smiled: "This year, although the price of this mango is more expensive, the business is still very good. ”

While they were chatting, a middle-aged man paced and came to Wu Laoer's stall.

This person's name is Zhu Deren, he is long and thin, his back is a little bent, and his body looks like a shrimp male. He was fair-skinned, sharp-beaked monkey gills, dressed in a black silk, dragged black loafers under his feet, and held a paper folding fan painted with flowers, birds, insects and fish in his hand, and wandered around the market town with a group of followers.

Zhu Deren's father was a wealthy family in Wudong Village, and after his death, more than 500 acres of land were left to him and his brother Zhu Deyi.

When Zhu Deren was a child, he climbed a tree and fell from a height, and his left leg was broken, so now he walks in a posture of twisting one high and one low.

Originally, he had a good life, but he still tried his best to make money from some crooked ways, and people secretly called him a "treacherous scoundrel".

There are a lot of people nearby who have dealt with Zhu Deren and suffered big losses, so acquaintances avoid him.

Today, Zhu Deren came to the cave market not to buy things, but to make a windfall with a bad stomach. His triangular eyes drooped under his sparse short eyebrows, and in the whites of his eyes, the black pupils swirled around like a hound, searching for its prey.

He walked, walked, and saw Wu Lao Er selling mangoes.

Zhu Deren knew that although Wu Lao Er was hardworking, his bad habit on weekdays was to love gambling and drinking, and now he saw that he was setting up a stall to sell mangoes, and he saw the two stalls he was selling next to each other, and he frowned, and he was counted.

Zhu Deren stepped forward, pointed to the two baskets of mangoes, and said to Wu Er: "Second Brother Wu, your mangoes are on the market so early this year. He didn't wait for Wu Lao Er to agree, he picked up a mango, put it in his mouth and nibbled it, and nodded: "Yo, it's so sweet!" ”

Where there is a master, there must be a minions. Zhu Deren's entourage also followed suit, picked up the mango from Wu Laoer's basket and ate it in a big gulp.

Wu Lao Er is a generous and bold person, and he doesn't care about people taking a few mangoes from him, thinking that this is a self-produced and self-sold thing at home, and he can pick mangoes to sell in the market in two days, so he didn't think so, pointed to the mangoes in the basket, and said: "It's a lot of beauty, my mango harvest this year is good, it's very big, and it's very sweet." ”

Zhu Deren arched his fists with both hands and saluted with a smile: "Then congratulations, congratulations." "He laughed worse than he cried.

The more Wu Lao Er spoke, the more excited he became, and his mouth spewed out the smell of wine: "It is estimated that this year's mango production in my family should be five or six percent higher than last year." ”

Zhu Deren followed his words: "In this way, you are going to make a fortune this year." ”

A smile bloomed on Wu Laoer's face: "Yes, it seems that I am going to make a small fortune this year." Of course, I'm not as rich as you rich people. ”

Zhu Deren has always taken the method of luring the fish to the bait, he is familiar with Wu Lao Er's gambling addiction on weekdays, so he took advantage of his excitement and said: "Wu Lao Er, Wu Lao Er, I said that you should be bigger-minded, and you should make a small fortune, but you must make a big fortune." ”

Wu Lao Er pondered the meaning of his words: "Do you want to make a lot of money?" What do you mean? ”

Zhu Deren is full of reason: "As the saying goes, horses have no night grass and no fertilizer, and people have no windfall." Do you want to make a windfall? ”

Wu Lao Er spread his hands out: "Who doesn't want to get rich?" But how does this windfall come from? ”

Zhu Deren said in a challenging tone: "Brother Wu, I'll make a bet with you." What do you think? ”

Wu Lao Er scratched his head: "Bet? What to bet on? ”

Zhu Deren pointed to the two baskets of mangoes in front of Wu Lao Er: "Let me bet with you, is it a big mango or a longan?" ”

Wu Lao Er said angrily: "This still needs to be bet, of course it's a mango." ”

Zhu Deren: "I think it's a big dragon's eye." ”

Wu Lao Er decisively: "Mango is big!" ”

Zhu Deren: "The dragon's eye is big!" ”

Wu Lao Er put his foot on the ground and slammed it: "Mango is big!" ”

"Dragon's eye is big!" Zhu Deren put away the folding fan and slapped it on the palm of his hand, "Wu Lao Er, I just made this bet with you today, how about it?" ”