"Hey, who is this, where is it, you can enter if you want."

The old bustard stood in the courtyard with a handkerchief, wrinkling his eyebrows and glaring at Song Fusheng and Da Lang, who were standing against the wall and holding their children.

The two dressed like simple peasants, without a trace of satin on their bodies, plain cotton pants, and the trousers of the big man were patched.

The baby in his arms looks clean.

It's a pity that before he could see the appearance clearly, Mi Shou was frightened by the old bustard's voice, and he stabbed his head into his uncle's arms.

"Auntie? It's me, aunt, do you remember me? ”

Song Fuling hurriedly took off her mask and took a few steps forward.

"Who are you?"

"My grandmother runs a dim sum shop, and your family has been selling it here for a long time."

"Ancient times? It's tinkering. ”

But wait, what do you call me? You call me big sister, you call me big girl?

Song Fuling: We are so good, the popularity is young and young.

Auntie, no, grandma, that's not the point.

So what's the point? Are you here to sell tinkering again? You see I'm like this, I'm starting to pack my luggage, can I buy snacks again?

And what are you doing when you lead the two of you, a man who looks like a long-term worker, suddenly broke in, and brought a few years old baby.

"Buy grain."

Buying grain?

The old bustard's expression immediately became richer, and he glanced at Song Fuling from top to bottom, and then glanced at Song Fusheng and Da Lang again, "Who are they?" ”

"My grandmother's son and grandson, my father and my brother, and my brother in my arms."

"Is your milk here? Go and find her, I can't tell you. ”

Da Lang went back to find his grandmother and almost got lost.

Thanks to a kind person on the road: "This big brother, let's ask you, how to get to Mrs. Ma's pastry shop?" ”

"Milk? Milk. ”

Mrs. Ma pushes snow with wood at the door.

In the past few days, it has snowed every day since the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and there is no sunny time. I haven't taken care of it for a few days, and there is a thick pile of snow at the door.

You have to pack up, or you won't be passing through the days at first glance. It's like the store is going yellow.

"What about your third uncle and your sister-in-law."

"Milk, you come with me, I'll talk to you on the way."

"Hey, Lao Guo?"

Mrs. Guo hurriedly waved her hand, rest assured, there are people who come and go, and there is no money.

When Mrs. Ma rushed to the Qinglou, people wore pink headscarves and entered the hospital, the first sentence was not to say that they were in a hurry to buy food, but to stretch out their hands to control the old bustard and shouted: "Hey, old girl, this is really not seen for many days, in all aspects, you are quite good." ”

And he didn't even look at himself or his grandson, and went directly into the small building while talking to the old bustard.

In one of the rooms in the small building that could make a fire, Mrs. Ma learned that these people were going to be sent away.

I heard that the real owner of this place is a big businessman.

Except for the Qinglou in Fengtian City, which was too high-end, it was not opened by him, and the nursery rhyme town and Yunzhong County and Jia County were all the same owner. There are also counties below the city in other places, and the business is very large, with a total of more than a dozen green buildings.

When this happens, seeing that a year and a half is designated as a break for food, and these buildings are to be used for other businesses, these girls have to be transferred.

The girls will be escorted by the horse steward who is not there at the moment, but is in charge of the Qinglou in the nursery rhyme town, and the city will no longer be closed after the sixteenth day of the first month, and they will be taken away.

When Mrs. Ma heard this, she also asked, "How is Miss Cuiliu at this time?" What about Fleur? ”

These are the girls who once ordered a big birthday cake at her.

I feel that it is still yesterday to write on the cake for Miss Cuiliu, and let San'er make up "The willow waist spring breeze passes, and the birds go with the fragrance".

"It's all in the building, tidying up."

"What about you?"

The old bustard took a sip of tea before replying: "Go back to the countryside, go to my brother and sister-in-law to stay for a while, and when these girls come back, the horse steward will go to look for me." ”

Mrs. Ma suddenly sighed.

She said it was too sudden, and her own business was also a mess, so that now that she heard that you were leaving, she didn't even have a piece of refreshment.

After speaking, Mrs. Ma thought about it, tore off the pink headscarf piled up around her neck, and put her hand into the collar.

"Old girl, you can see it, this is the wolf tooth I wear.

Since wearing it, I've had some good luck.

You? Alas, a woman's family, although she has some money on her body, but she goes to her brother and sister-in-law, her brother is her own brother, and her sister-in-law is still one layer behind her after all, and you are not young, and I don't know what my sister-in-law can be.

I want to give it to you, hoping that this wolf tooth will make it smooth for you to get there. ”

These words made the old bustard's always tough heart become tidal.

If someone usually talks to her about this, she will let them go.

Life experience has always only taught her: less comes to the virtual, to express the practical.

But at this moment, maybe it's because I really want to leave, and no one sends it, so I'm really moved.

The old bustard stretched out his hands to pick it up.

Mrs. Ma asked her, "Then do you believe in wolf teeth or something?" People say it's not good to wear it if you don't believe it. If you don't believe me, you don't have to hard-wired. Don't be afraid that I won't be able to get off the stage. I really came empty-handed, and you have to go again. ”

"You don't have to say it, I believe it."

It's easy to do if you're emotional, especially when the horse steward of the Qinglou isn't there, and all the money sold goes into the old bustard's pocket.

"Go and call you, let him go out of the backyard. Move, you buy them all. The old bustard pushed open the door to the storeroom.

Mrs. Ma: Emma. At a glance, you can guess that Qinglou originally wanted to make a lot of money in the first month.

55 bags of polished rice, here only polished rice fine grain, all good, the old bustard said to leave five bags to eat these days, fifty bags are all for you.

Thirty bags of white flour.

Two hundred pounds of good pork with three layers of flowers.

There are thousands of eggs.

A bag of refined salt should be more than 100 catties.

Oil, no turbid oil at all, the old bustard said that a few jars together have 300 catties.

Good caster sugar is about fifty pounds.

Chicken, hairless, gutted, cleaned up Lisuo's large broiler chickens, 60 pieces.

In addition, in the backyard cellar, there are a lot of cabbage turnips.

Fish, the bustard didn't sell, the four eldest fish, she said she was going to take to her brother's house.

Song Poria, who rushed over, recognized the fish, isn't it the salmon that the Hezhe people cast a thousand nets to catch, salmon, and salmon that is often said in modern times.

It doesn't matter if the fish is not fishing, the key thing is that Mrs. Ma asked in a low voice: "Can we only buy grain?" These meats or something, you said that our lives haven't turned over yet, but we can eat things that we don't eat, and we don't have any spare money. ”

"Old sister, just buy them all, I'm still worried about these. You say, people like us who are not familiar with anyone in this small building all year round, where to find someone to buy these cumbersome things. If you buy them all, I'll sell you as much as you want. ”

This is something that Mrs. Ma didn't dare to think of, no price increase?

I wondered in my heart: Hey, it seems that you really can't stay in the small building, and you don't have this awareness. The world is in chaos, food prices are rising, will you only earn men's money?

There aren't many unconscious people like you.

Therefore, Mrs. Ma asked a question before packing it again: "That girl, like our situation here, Yunzhong County and Jia County will also store so much grain, right?" Do you know each other? Can you write a note or something? ”