It was already past eight o'clock, and the red morning sun had risen from the eastern horizon, and although it could not bring a little warmth to the earth, the people who had come to the market had swam in from all directions like fish.

Although the two of them ate two poached eggs when they came, it was freezing seven or eight miles from home to the market, and the heat and energy had already been exhausted. He Dahong and Qinglian both shrunk their necks and rubbed their hands, and walked towards the area where the fabric was sold.

They passed through the broom and rake, pots and pans, and rat medicine on both sides of the bazaar, and came to the line of cloth and shoes.

The bazaars of this era were very simple, with half-height platforms built of bricks and long rows, on which the vendors put their wares.

But the main thing on the table is cloth and shoes, and there are only a few ready-to-wear clothes, and the style is naturally old-fashioned.

Because at this time, people are tearing the cloth and going back to make it themselves, or find a tailor to do it. There are tailors in almost every village, and they charge five cents a piece of clothing, but the business is also good.

There are also economically minded cloth sellers, in order to sell cloth well, they all put a sewing machine next to the cloth stall, so that they can make clothes for the people who have pulled the cloth, and of course the processing fee for making clothes is one or two cents cheaper than that of the tailor.

The two went straight to the table selling fine gauze, He Dahong carefully selected the fabric, and ripped off the cloth at the price. The money was still paid by Qinglian, because she didn't have a penny in her hand.

But she had already told her niece that she borrowed the money from her niece, and she would return it to her niece when she sold the incense, because her aunt spent her niece's money, and she panicked.

After the two of them bought all the things, their stomachs rang with bones, and He Dahong said, "Qinglian, do you have anything else to buy?" Let's go home if not. ”

Qinglian snorted at this time, and her eyes were shining and her neck was looking at it: because she smelled the smell that made her salivate.

She pulled up her aunt and asked in a low voice, "Auntie, do you smell any fragrance?" ”

He Dahong went home to grind elm bark and prepare to make incense, so he smashed his mouth and said, "What is not fragrant, hurry up and go home." ”

Qinglian took her aunt's hand and walked along the fragrance, and said intoxicatedly: "I smell the smell of Hu spicy soup and hanging oven baked cakes......

In this era, rural people rarely eat at the market, and they all go home hungry, otherwise they will be seen by acquaintances and say that you will not live. It's no wonder that your little girl's family eats at the bazaar, and people don't talk about it everywhere.

He Dahong is thrifty again, and when he heard his niece's words, he panicked, grabbed her and whispered to scare: "My ancestor, you can't eat at the market for a girl's family, and your mother-in-law's family heard that people don't want you to ......."

Qinglian grinned and said, "Don't let me find another good one." ”

After saying that, he pulled his aunt to go over there, although He Dahong was stronger than his niece, but it was not good for so many people to pull and pull, so he had to follow her.

Qinglian finally saw the stall selling Hu spicy soup. The stall owner is very good at doing business, and in order to keep out the cold wind and make the diners warmer, he built a shed with thick felt cloth around the stall, so that it would be warm as soon as he entered.

In the shed, a long wooden board was kicked with bricks, and on either side of the board were two benches, and the guests would put their bowls on the wooden planks and sit on the benches to eat.

Qinglian beckoned the stall owner and said, "Two bowls of spicy soup." ”

Then he said to the master who was making the baked cakes next to the stall of Hu spicy soup: "Come on two baked cakes and burn them a little." ”

Their spicy soup was steaming and brought to the wooden board, and Qinglian and Gu were just about to sit down on the bench, when they suddenly heard a "clang", followed by a voice of "oops", and a person with a bench lay down on the ground.

It turned out that two people were each sitting on one end of the bench to eat, and one person stood up and left after eating, and the stool was like a seesaw that pitted the other person.

After a moment of stunned pause, the eater and the stall owner burst into laughter at the same time.

The stall owner hurried to help the man who fell to the ground, and the person who accidentally caused the trouble also quickly apologized to the person on the ground.

The person who fell to the ground also looked good-tempered, so he patted the mud on his cheek, smiled and said that it was okay, and calmly sat down and drank Hu spicy soup.

Looking at that person's calm appearance, the more Qinglian thought about the scene just now, the more funny it became, so she buried her face in the big bowl of spicy soup and couldn't stop laughing.

He Dahong looked at the man, and whispered that his niece was about to drink soup and eat baked cakes, and it would be cold for a while.

Qinglian held back her laughter and began to taste the spicy soup, this was the first time she drank the spicy soup of this era after she was reborn, and when she was dying in her last life, she was still thinking about the tempting spicy soup in her childhood.

The spicy soup in this era is delicious and cheap, two cents a bowl, and the gluten in it is all hand-pulled, smooth and chewy.

The bottom of the soup is finely cut, the bowl noodles are covered with a layer of coriander foam, and a few drops of sesame oil are placed, the coriander flavor is also fresh, the sesame oil is also mellow, and the pepper flavor inside is also authentic.

She secretly thought that one day she would ask Li Yifei to drink together. I also hope that it is best to live in the township near the market in the future, and come to drink Hu spicy soup every morning.

Qinglian has a bite of soup and a bite of baked cakes, the baked cakes are older, the side with sesame seeds is crispy and burnt, eat it while it is hot, fragrant and fragrant.

She gobbled up a bowl, ignored the little girl's reserve, got up with the bowl and told the boss to have another bowl.

Then she looked up and saw a small, ragged boy sticking to the outside of the shed through the crack in the shed. The boy was shrinking his head, digging his hands into the sleeves of his tattered padded jacket, and staring at the people eating in the shed.

Qinglian's eyes lit up, and she shouted at him affectionately: "Hey, little five! ”

Then he shouted again: "Xiao Wu, come here, my sister invites you to drink spicy soup and eat baked cakes." ”

Xiao Wu was very ashamed to be seen by acquaintances in the same village, and was about to slip away when he heard this, although the pride in his heart made him refuse this kindness, but his hungry stomach and the smell of spicy soup and baked cakes in his nose made him really unable to move.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Sister Qinglian, what you said is true?" ”

Qinglian smiled and said, "Sister, how could I lie to you, look at you coming here early in the morning, how cold it is, hurry up and come to the shed to warm up." ”

He Dahong also recognized that it was Xiao Wu in the village, and his heart was also full of sympathy, so he followed his niece and cordially beckoned him in.

Xiao Wu came in timidly, he had never drunk spicy soup.

Qinglian immediately said to the boss who sold Hu spicy soup: "Boss, serve another bowl of Hu spicy soup." ”

He shouted to the bakery: "Boss, let's have two more baked cakes." ”

Xiao Wu snorted and drank a bowl of spicy soup, gobbled up two baked cakes, Qinglian knew that he was not full, but did not buy any more baked cakes, but went to the bun shop next to him to buy two meat buns, and bought five sugar cakes from the fried sugar cake stall.

Wrapped it in newspaper and put it in his hand, and shouted to the boss: "Another bowl of spicy soup!" ”

Qinglian was planning for him, he was too hungry just now, so he let him eat baked cakes and drink spicy soup to fill his stomach, and now that he is almost full, let him try to eat something else to relieve his cravings, and then he bought steamed buns and sugar cakes, so that he could taste them slowly.

Sure enough, Xiao Wuyi, who had eaten most of the time, saw the buns and sugar cakes, and his eyes immediately lit up again, and he reached out and grabbed a browned sugar cake, and stuffed it into his mouth to bite regardless of the heat.

Qinglian smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, eat slowly, it's all your ......"

He screamed as he was burned, ate the five sugar cakes in one go, wiped the oil on his mouth after eating, and grabbed a bun with a full burp.

"Hey, don't eat it, don't eat it, you put it in your pocket and eat it later, otherwise it's very uncomfortable to eat." She stopped him and said.

Xiao Wu did feel that his hair was stretched, but this is a meat bun, and he has to eat it even if he dies, otherwise he doesn't know when and what month he will be able to eat it in the future.

Wait, today's bun was actually bought by Sister Qinglian, he, he was afraid of boils in his stomach after eating it...... He stole her crops from the field, and even went to her house to steal peanuts and was caught by her.

Xiao Wu's face was full of shame, and the bun in his hand suddenly became hot in his palm like a coal, and he put the bun on the table with a "poof".

Qinglian couldn't understand his thoughts, so she deliberately said lightly: "I can't eat it, then hurry up and put the buns in your pocket, wait for me to buy a few more, you can take them home and eat with your mother, my sister knows that you are a filial son." With that, he got up and went to buy buns again.

When Xiao Wu heard this, he grabbed the two buns again with a heavy hand, and put them in his pocket with a red face. got up and pulled the corner of Qinglian's clothes and whispered: "Sister, these two are enough for my mother to eat, don't buy them." ”