At the time of the second watch, Mahang Street was still lively and prosperous, and on this trip to the night market, Wang Ling harvested the rose water she longed for, and Wen Shu received an IOU! That's right! In order not to alarm Wentai, Wenshu finally signed an IOU of fifty yuan after some struggle, and the repayment period was within one year.

"That abominable thief, if I bump into him next time, I'll have to kill him! Not only did you steal our money bags, but you also owed a huge amount of money. ”

On the mule cart on the way back, Wang Ling scolded indignantly, but Wen Shu, who was sitting opposite her, couldn't raise the scolding heart at all, she was now thinking about how to pay off the arrears within a year.

Fifty times!

She and her father had to go without food or drink for two years to save enough!

As soon as he thought of this, Wen Shu was powerless for a while, and apart from this, tonight's inspection trip was also fruitless.

The Mahang Street Night Market has been around for a long time, and the vendors in it have become a climate in terms of the taste of food and other things, and it is not easy for her to survive in that area without knowing anything, and it is already difficult for her to rent a stall.

She had taken a closer look just now, and there was not a single vacant stall in the entire street from south to north, and even if there was a stall fee, it was not something she could think of now.

Let's continue to sell trowels, after a while, Wen Shu reluctantly came to this conclusion.

Three days later, the official sent a messenger to inform the residents who had been affected by the disaster to go to the yamen to receive subsidies, and Wentai went to make a trip, and finally brought back a five-guan Jiaozi and 600 copper coins.

Wen Shu came back from selling trowels, and when he saw the silver money on the table, he was stunned for a moment, and then comforted himself, it was a happy thing that there were six hundred more than expected.

Wentai sighed and took the money on the table, and said to her: "The subsidy is down, and the matter of rebuilding the shop should also be put on the agenda, and I will go to the outside of the city with a few uncles to contact the matter of wood and stone, and I won't come back to eat at noon, you can arrange the meal yourself." ”

"Well, be careful on the road." Wen Shu nodded.

In the next half month, Wentai was responsible for contacting the person to build a house, and Wenshu still made trowels every day to sell them in Liu'an Lane, but the varieties had already changed from a single meat scrap of woad to a variety of radish meat residues, leek eggs, and sauerkraut meat residues........

In short, it is to add meat scraps or meat oil to various vegetarian fillings, and then sell them for the same price as vegetarian fillings.

Because she is more willing to pay than others, her trowels are always the fastest, and the amount of sales has changed from the original thirty to the current hundred, and her father specially asked her to buy a small cart for her.

It's not that she can't carry the 100 trowels, but she doesn't want her strength to spread more widely, otherwise with her strength, even 200 trowels can be moved.

After the accumulation of word-of-mouth in these days, she is now well-known in Liu'an Lane, and she is nicknamed "Trowel Xishi". ”

The income has also changed from 18 to 70 at the beginning, and after careful calculation, there are more than two in a month. Nowadays, an adult labor force earns hundreds of dollars a day. It's about three times a month.

It is said that there are a lot, but who made Wen Shu have a huge debt, and it is a huge debt with a time limit, so compared with the two sides, these incomes are really a drop in the bucket.

Wen Shu is sorrowful!

But she couldn't let her father know about it, so she had to pretend to be happy and optimistic every day when she went back to make her father happy.

Time flies by, and as winter approaches, the weather in Tokyo City is getting colder and colder.

On the day of the beginning of winter, the sky that had been gloomy for a few days was actually snowing!

At that time, Wen Shu was selling trowels in Liu'an Lane, she wore a blue cloth scarf on her head, a thick green cloth cotton jacket on her upper body, and tight cotton pants of the same color on her lower body, looking funny like a fat duck from behind.

"Trowel, fragrant Wenji trowel, oil residue trowel....." she shouted as she pushed the cart forward.

The clear and pleasant voice spread into every house with the wind, and after a while, a woman wrapped in a cotton jacket and shrunk her neck opened the door and beckoned: "Little lady Wen, bring me five trowels, three sauerkraut and two leeks." ”

"Okay." Wen Shule pushed the cart over.

The woman saw that the tip of her nose was frozen red, and couldn't help but persuade: "It's snowing, the little lady should go home early, it's not a trivial matter for the girl's house to freeze." “

Wen Shu knew the meaning of her words, and nodded with a smile: "Xie Niangzi reminds you, there is not much left, and I will go back when I sell it." ”

The woman shook her head helplessly, took the trowel and turned to close the courtyard door.

Wen Shu packed up the money and was about to push the cart to continue walking, when she suddenly heard someone behind her calling her: "Little lady Wen..."

The voice was a little familiar, she turned her head, but saw that it was Fan Sanlang, who she hadn't seen for two days, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Why are you here, why haven't you come to sell cooking cakes in the past two days?" ”

The person who came was the boy she met when she first came to Liu'an Lane to sell trowels.

Later, they met a few more times, and Wen Shu saw that he looked restrained when he sold the goods, and the buyer didn't speak, so he didn't say anything, and he didn't have the smoothness of an ordinary vendor at all.

In addition, his family's cooking cakes are not outstanding, because the business has been mediocre, and every time Wen Shu returns home after selling, half of the wooden box on his chest is still unsold.

Wen Shu remembered the first time he gave her the easy oil paper, and he would mention a few words in his spare time, sometimes help him sell it together, and help him laugh when he was at a loss in the face of customer bargaining.

At this time, the young man was wearing a cyan robe and holding a yellow cloth oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and he walked towards her.

"This umbrella is for you." Fan Saburo took a few steps forward and handed Wen Shu another unbeaten red umbrella in his hand.

Wen Shu was stunned, shook his head and said, "No need, this little snowflake is not in the way, by the way, why did you come here today and don't bring a cake box?" ”

Snowflakes fell on her head and shoulders, and in a few moments melted into water and soaked into her padded jacket and turban.

Seeing this, Fan Saburo silently moved the oil-paper umbrella above his head, "Father invited me to a master, I went to see Mr. today, I happened to pass by when I went home, and I came over when I saw that you didn't bring an umbrella." “

"See sir, that's a good thing." Wen Shu was really happy for him: ""If you have this opportunity, you have to take advantage of it." ”

Fan Saburo nodded, looked at the big basket in her car and asked, "How many are left?" ”

"Not much, more than twenty, and it will be sold out in a while."

"Then I'll sell it with you." Fan Saburo said that he was going to push the cart for her.

"No, you don't." Wen Shu avoided it and waved his hand to catch him up: "You better hurry home, you don't wear a cotton jacket this day, you have to wear a jacket, you have to wear a jacket, you are so thin, and you are not afraid of frostbite." ”

"No, it won't." The corners of Fan Saburo's mouth raised a smile: "I have a solid body, and this dress looks thin on the outside, but in fact, I wear several pieces inside." ”

"You just have to know what you know." Wen Shu took the unbeaten red umbrella in his hand, stretched it out and said, "I received the umbrella, you go back quickly, I'll go back after selling it." With that, he held an umbrella in one hand and planned to push the cart forward.

Fan Saburo saw it and snatched the umbrella in her hand: "It's inconvenient for you to push the car, I'll help you get the umbrella." ”

"No, no, you can go back." She pushed the cart with one hand and demonstrated: "I have a lot of strength, don't say that there are more than 20 in the basket, even if the basket is full, I can also push it, it's okay, you go back." ”

Before Fan Sanlang could hesitate, a shout suddenly came from the alley: "Lang Jun, the master is still waiting at home." ”

The little guy who was waiting at the entrance of the alley saw that his husband had not come for a long time, and he was afraid that the old lady at home would be in a hurry, so he shouted.

Wen Shu was stunned, master, Lang Jun.

Behind him, Fan Saburo pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but the figure in front of him walked fast, not giving him a chance to speak at all.