Luo Fengtang turned his head to look at the merchant's burden, and asked Yang Ruoqing: "We can also get the nine money, why don't you buy it, Qing'er?" ”

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stroke aside a wisp of bangs on her forehead, hooked her lips and smiled: "This girl is naturally beautiful, she can kill half a street in seconds without wearing flowers, so why waste that money?" ”

Luo Fengtang: "......"

Because this is the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, the Winter Clothes Festival, and the moon is catching up.

Inside the tile city, it is unprecedentedly lively.

Except for the street vendors who had been stationed in Washi for a long time, all the villagers of Shiliba Village gathered here.

All kinds of agricultural and sideline products, mountain goods, game, parallel goods, everywhere!

The sounds of selling and buying and bargaining gather together to form an endless stream of large-scale agricultural food exchanges.

When Yang Ruoqing came to Washi, she jumped into the sea with the fish, and the whole person was excited.

A pair of eyes, shining, sensitively shuttled through the crowd, sweeping in front of every stall, looking for high-quality and inexpensive soybeans......

Soon, she made a deal with several peasant women, and bought more than 20 catties of soybeans at a price of three cents per catty.

"Qing'er, you talk to this first, I'll go away, and I'll come here to find you later!"

In front of the stall of an old man selling soybeans, Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing, who was leaning over to look at soybeans.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head when she heard this, and was surprised, "What are you going to do?" ”

Luo Fengtang didn't make a sound, his face flushed slightly.

Yang Ruoqing immediately suddenly.

People have three urgency, look at what you asked, hey!

"Then you go, I'm waiting for you here!"

She then grinned, turned around, and looked at the soybeans in the old man's twine bag.

On the way over, Yang Ruoqing went to the rice grain shop on the side of the road to inquire about the market.

The soybeans in the rice grain shop cost five cents a pound.

And in this tile market, the soybeans and peanuts in the hands of the old farmers who came to the market only cost three cents.

Yang Ruoqing was so happy that her mouth was about to grin to the side, but unfortunately she didn't bring a flat twine bag and rope, otherwise, she would probably really have to sweep all the soybeans!

After a bowl of tea, Luo Fengtang came back.

"Qing'er, have you bought the soybeans?" He asked.

"Alright, it's all here!" Yang Ruoqing said and pointed to her feet.

The wooden bucket that was filled with tofu before was full of soybeans.

"It looks like it's a lot." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Thirty catties is enough for us to make tofu for a long time!" ”

According to the contract, one tofu will be sent to the restaurant every three days.

Send 50 catties of tofu each time.

Ten catties of soybeans can make fifty catties of tofu.

There are 30 catties of soybeans in the bucket, which is enough to make six times.

Once every three days, that is to say, the raw materials of these 30 catties of soybeans are enough to support the supply for a period of time.

Besides, there are still a few catties of soybeans sent by the old grandson at home!

"When this batch of soybeans is used up, then come to the market to buy soybeans! We'll get it here today, let's go back to the village! ”

Yang Ruoqing said happily, clapped her hands, and leaned over to pick up the barrel.

Luo Fengtang had already grabbed ahead of her and carried the wooden bucket containing the soybeans in his hand.

"I'll carry it!" He said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The barrel is quite heavy......"

Luo Fengtang smiled: "It's nothing, let's go!" ”

"Okay!"

The two men returned the way they came.

"Tang Lingzi, this is the Winter Clothes Festival, have you bought incense paper cannons at home?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Every year on the first day of the tenth lunar month, it is the Winter Clothes Festival.

The custom in this area of Mianniu Mountain is to go to the mountain to burn incense paper for deceased relatives in the next day on the day of the Winter Clothes Festival, so that they can have money to buy winter clothes there.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a muffled voice: "I didn't buy it!" ”

For as long as I can remember, I haven't seen my father and mother, let alone my grandfather and grandmother.

Every year to worship the ancestors, follow the uncle to the mountain behind the village, and the uncle will point to an inconspicuous earthen bag and tell him.

Tell him it's his dad!

Let him kowtow to his father and burn incense......

He does it every year, but he is at a loss in his heart!

Having a father and a mother, what is it like?

He doesn't know, so he is indifferent to this kind of cold clothes!

What's more, life at home is difficult, so you can save a few pennies!

"Last night, my uncle told me to buy winter clothes today, but I didn't buy them, and I didn't want to buy them!" Luo Fengtang said in a muffled voice.

Yang Ruoqing looked at his appearance and was a little surprised.

Then I thought of his life, and I could understand a little.

Just like herself, she was an orphan in her last life, fatherless and motherless, and was adopted by the organization.

Although they are Chinese people, they rarely follow the traditional customs of China.

I have never done such a thing as burning incense and kowtowing to people.

Killing people is commonplace!

But in this life, she has a different life.

Crossing in a farmhouse, there are fathers, mothers and younger brothers, three thatched houses, and a few acres of paddy fields.

The days were hard and peaceful, without strong winds and waves, but it was this peaceful and quiet life that gave her a real feeling.

Let her feel that she should come to this world for a while.

All the prosperous scenery, in the end, can't match the mutual support between relatives!

"Tang Yanzi, it doesn't matter what it is, whether you have nostalgia for your father and your ancestors in your family. We still have to follow this custom! ”

Yang Ruoqing enlightened Luo Fengtang in a clear voice.

"We are children, we can't forget our roots, the deceased are respected, and the filial piety that should be fulfilled still has to be done! Without those ancestors who lay down in the ground, where did we come from? You said no? ”

Luo Fengtang raised his eyes and looked at the female doll in front of him fixedly.

From her dark and bright eyes, what he saw once again was that she surpassed the maturity and seriousness of female dolls of the same age!

Luo Fengtang felt that his words and deeds were like an ignorant child in front of her!

That's right, you can't always be more serious about whether you have a father-son relationship with your father.

Even if he gave him this life, and being able to stand here and talk to Qing'er, he should also buy some incense paper to honor him!

With a trace of resistance in his heart, Luo Fengtang scratched his head: "Qing'er, what you said is reasonable, then let's go buy it together!" ”

Just not far in front of this, there is a shop that buys incense paper cannons.

The two of them entered the shop, cut a few knives of incense paper, and two artillery battles, each of which cost more than a dozen yuan, less than twenty yuan!

Yang Ruoqing took the wrapped incense paper cannonball.

Out of the shop, Luo Fengtang reached over again and took the things in her hand.

"Qing'er, just shake your hands and go, get me everything!"

Yang Ruoqing was secretly satisfied with this kid's diligence and vigor.

Walking on the road, she smiled crookedly, and joked to him: "You kid really think you are an invincible superman?" You can take everything, and you won't have to change it when your hands are sore, see what you do! ”

Luo Fengtang said disapprerovingly: "What are these?" Hunting in the mountains, when the harvest is good, you have to carry two hares on your shoulders, and you have to carry two hares in your waist, climb a few mountains and flow several streams! ”

(2nd p.m.) ）