"What is this for? Put up a sign and don't sell anything. ”

"Big brother, collect bricks, are there any bricks that you don't use at home? I can give you cash. ”

"How much do you give?"

"Are you a new brick? If you have new bricks, how much money you pull out of the brick kiln, I will give you as much money, really, I don't lie, I want as much as you want. ”

When the eldest brother heard this, he said Auntie, you are waiting, my uncle and brother's house has entered the autumn house, I will go and ask you, his family seems to have leftovers, and it is useless for him to pile them up.

Mrs. Ma immediately grinned: "Okay, the eldest brother is affected, even if it is a few dozen aunts, the aunt is waiting for you here." ”

The eldest brother picked up the newly bought half bag of millet and left in a hurry.

"What for?"

Song Yinfeng hurriedly stepped forward, her mother's loud voice called a lot of people for a while, and it was more lively than the pork seller next to her: "Collect bricks, new bricks and old bricks." ”

"Old bricks are also collected?"

"Old bricks are collected, and as long as they can be used, we will give them money."

When the eldest lady heard this, she hurriedly asked her companion who came out with her: "Sanniezi, your fourth aunt and her second sister-in-law's house, is there a pile of bricks in the yard?" It's piled up in the kennel, do you have any impressions? Tsk, did you forget the two of us to go to her door? ”

Sannizi, who was wearing a cotton hat, thought about it carefully: "Enna, it seems that there are bricks." ”

"Let's go, go to your fourth aunt's house to help ask, is she selling? If this can be exchanged for cash, what are you doing there, and it's not good to buy something with some cash. ”

When Mrs. Ma heard this, she immediately echoed with a loud voice:

"That's right, big girl, there's nothing wrong with what you're saying.

Who do you say is building a house, can you buy just the right bricks? It can't be that fine.

Anyone who has built a house in spring and autumn must have leftover bricks at home.

You have dozens of dollars left, he has dozens of dollars left, to put it mildly, you can't build a chicken coop enough, are we talking about it?

You let her push her, come to me, I take a look, it's like that, it can be used, let's give her money immediately. Turning around and buying two catties of meat to eat, isn't it better than picking up snow in the yard with bricks? ”

"Okay, you wait, I'll ask you."

"Then thank you, big sister." Mrs. Ma put her hands in the sleeves of her padded jacket and shouted,

"Collect bricks, who has bricks that you don't want? I also collect the core of the beautiful radish, and also collect the carrots, belch the radish, and send me everything that I can't eat and don't use at home, and recycle the belching at a high price. ”

"How can you still harvest radishes, in the days before, the family didn't buy radishes and save them." The pork seller next to him asked Xin'er.

Mrs. Ma snorted and stepped forward: "Big brother doesn't know, we are here to come, Enna, I'm not afraid of your jokes, I'm here to escape." We ordinary people live, broken homes are worth thousands of dollars, but we don't even have a broken family at the moment, if you want to eat a green onion, you have to buy it now, what do you care about at home, from the pot to the vegetables, you have to buy it, and even the sauce is bought in the village, we are really self-made. ”

"Ah, those who fled the famine, I have heard of it. What, are you coming yet? ”

Mrs. Ma's eyes lit up: "Come, what's the matter?" ”

"I'll ask you about it, my in-laws harvested a lot of turnips last autumn, carrots and everything."

"Hey, thank you so much, I'll come over and wait for the letter, even if you get a bag of radishes. Wait for us to fight tooth sacrifices, big brother, come to your stall to buy pork, and my old lady will speak. ”

The pork seller laughed and thought: Look at you like this, you can eat radish in the winter can be regarded as a good start from scratch, and return pork. "Okay, when you have a good life, you will come to me to buy meat."

According to Mrs. Ma's love of chatting with people, she designated that she would chat with her again, but she couldn't care about it now: "What? Red bricks, you burned them yourself, right? I have it at home, I will collect it, but I can't give it to you according to the green brick money, can you do it for three dollars? ”

You agree.

Mrs. Ma immediately said, Yinfeng, you wait for the two copies, and your mother will come when she goes.

Song Yinfeng was not at ease, she didn't want her mother to go alone, she was afraid that it would not be safe.

Mrs. Ma patted her waist twice, signaling her daughter to rest assured, it's really interesting, who dares to rob her of an old lady? I don't want to live, she has the knife given by her granddaughter at her waist.

"But, mother, you can't push it alone, let's go together?"

"Tsk, grind." There is nothing that can't be pushed, what work has not been done, what is tired, what is it that pushes a few bricks.

Mrs. Ma pushed the cart and walked away.

An hour later, when the old lady reappeared at the market, she could no longer push the cart, but instead had a rope tied to her body, and was pulling the cart in front of her like an oxen pulling a cart.

The old lady gritted her teeth: one, two, pull forward.

"Mother?" Song Yinfeng hurriedly ran over, took the car, and pushed behind him.

Mrs. Ma sighed and asked: Are you back for the two copies?

Song Yinfeng said, I'm back, see you're not here, our trolley is not there, the lady who came to the market just now took another woman to buy needles and threads, and said that she would come back and call us to get bricks together.

As she spoke, the two women really came back, and Mrs. Ma didn't even breathe, please ask the pork seller next to her, if the big brother who sold bricks for the contact also comes back, let him come back tomorrow afternoon. Because this trip can't be pulled.

After the old lady gave these instructions, she and Song Yinfeng pushed the bricks that had been dragged back again, followed the two women to turn left and right, and walked all the way to the small alley.

There are not many green bricks left in the woman's house, but with the red bricks she bought before, the two things together are enough to build two and a half stoves.

The mother and daughter reversed the trolley from a dozen yuan or a dozen yuan in the courtyard, and after counting the money, the mother and daughter went straight to the entrance of the nursery rhyme town.

Song Yinfeng tied himself and the cart together with a rope, pulled the cart in front, and pushed Mrs. Ma in the back.

Although it doesn't snow anymore, the ancient roads are not clear, and the snow on the road is so thick that the wheels of the carts creak as if they can't bear the bricks.

Not long after leaving the city, Song Yinfeng turned around and shouted, "Mother? Mother, you're all right. ”

The old lady got up with her rolling.

She slipped just now, and she didn't care about the snow falling on her body, nor did she care about rubbing her tail vertebrae: "It's okay, let's go." ”

A cart of bricks, plus dozens of empty steamers, only walked half the way, Song Yinfeng's shoulders were bruised, and Mrs. Ma's two arms had already been pushed wood.

The mother gritted her teeth and insisted, pushing home with all her strength.

Not for anything else, just to save 200 wen for transportation.

Otherwise, hire an ox cart for two hundred yuan.

At the same time, Song Fuling at home was not idle.

There is one more thing in her cake room, and she has been timing her cake making today, frequently timed, and repeatedly calculated.

What was the extra thing, it was her homemade hourglass.

She used two empty bottles of mineral water in a row, the caps pierced the eyes, and the inside was filled with fine sand. When it's time to make the cake go on fire, she draws a path outside the mineral water bottle, and when it's time to make a small fire, she also draws a hint.

In other words, every time the hourglass starts to clock and the sand reaches a certain scale, it means that the cake worker should do something.

And when a pot of cake is pushed into the oven, the sand of the homemade hourglass runs out, which means that the pot cake is baked.