In the afternoon, the rain finally weakened a little, but the sky was still overcast, and there was no intention of stopping.

Song Jiu ate slowly and leisurely, lay on the chair to rest, and was a little anxious to see the evening song in an idle appearance, and asked him several times in a row if he still didn't go?

Every time Song Ji said not to panic, wait a minute. After resting for half an hour, he opened his eyes and stretched his waist and said that it was time for him to go out.

"I'm afraid Uncle Song is in a hurry." Evening Song helped people put on the hats and clothes. Then he took a bag of silver and handed it to Song Jiu, and if it was done, he would pay the deposit on the spot, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

"Good food is not afraid of being late, and a piece of meat is indispensable after a while." Song Yu straightened out the hat and held the money bag in his arms: "I'm leaving." ”

"Hmm!" Wange nodded and told people to slow down on the road.

"If there's anything you want to eat, I'll bring it back to you." Song Jiu raised his hand and touched Wan Ge's head, he liked to do it very much. I always feel that the evening songs at this time are so well-behaved and very likable.

Wan Ge originally wanted to say that it was nothing, but he suddenly met Song Jiu's eyes, and said with a knot in his tongue that he wanted to eat rice cakes.

But after saying that, I thought it was funny, in the afternoon, it was still raining, and I was afraid that the people who sold rice cakes in the town did not go to set up stalls.

"If you don't have it, you don't have to eat it."

Song Jiu didn't say anything, but said that he would go and have a look after finishing his business. The town is so big, there is always someone to sell it.

"I'm leaving."

"Okay."

Song Ji rolled up his trouser legs and stepped barefoot into the rain. Wan Ge stood under the eaves and watched the people leave, until his back slowly shrank into a small black dot and disappeared around the corner, completely invisible, before he withdrew his gaze and went back to the house.

"Old man, did you say they weren't coming?" Grandma Song walked anxiously at the door of the store, walked over, and looked out from time to time.

I was able to sit still before, and even thought about how to negotiate with people if they came, and fight more.

It's just that as time passed little by little, seeing that half of the afternoon was going to be gone, and before she saw Song Jiu coming, Grandma Song became a little uneasy.

"You sat down first, and I got dizzy. If people don't come, it's useless for you to be in a hurry. Uncle Song looked quite calm, but his heart was not much calmer than Grandma Song, but he didn't show his face.

"You said it lightly, people went back to buy other shops, I think you want this old shop." Grandma Song turned around and choked at Uncle Song.

It's just that after the choking sound, the person still obediently went into the house and sat down.

In fact, they shouldn't be in such a hurry, at least they can stabilize for a few more days. It's just that I didn't expect to suddenly receive a message from my son's trustee this morning, saying that the little grandson accidentally fell into the water and is now unconscious, so let them hurry over.

The two old men didn't know what was going on, and they were so anxious that they couldn't do it. It's just that the shop hasn't been sold out yet, and I can't leave for a while, so I have to let someone send a message to Song Yu.

I'm afraid that the price will be lowered this time, so I can only admit it.

Thinking about it, Uncle Song couldn't help but sigh and listened heavily.

Just when they thought that Song Jiu would not come today, someone appeared at the door.

"Uncle Song, I'm sorry, I was delayed before, and I was late." Song Ji took off the hat and rested it at the door, striding in.

"No hurry, no hurry." The moment he saw someone, the boulder that had been hanging in Uncle Song's heart fell halfway, and he turned his head and asked Grandma Song to pour someone a cup of hot tea.

The rain outside the shop was still falling, which made the already few pedestrians on the street even fewer, and it seemed extraordinarily quiet and quiet, only the sound of the rain could be heard.

In the house, Uncle Song and Song Jiu sat opposite each other, while Grandma Song sat by the door of the store, with a sieve on her lap to bundle dried vegetables.

Everyone endured and didn't say a word, thinking that the other party would speak first, so as not to fall behind. For a while, the room was quiet, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward and weird.

Neither of them spoke or was bored, and Grandma Song next to her was tied up with dried vegetables, and she was so anxious that she couldn't do it.

In the end, Uncle Song coughed twice and said, "People are old, and they can't compare to the young people now." In this way, my old man will not beat around the bush, and the shop of eighty taels really can't be sold. Except for some personal things, we don't take other pots and pans with us. You see, at most, how much you can add. ”

Speaking of these words, Uncle Song was also a little sad in his heart, he had lived in an old shop for more than ten years, it could be said that this was their home, and now he had to sell it, and the reluctant taste in his heart can be imagined.

Song Jiu was not in a hurry to return the price, but proposed to take a look at the courtyard behind him.

"Okay, let's see!" Uncle Song got up and took Song Jiu to the courtyard at the back. Grandma Song turned her head and stretched her neck to look, a little unable to sit still, but in the end she still didn't follow.

The courtyard at the back is not large, only two rooms and a small courtyard. There are a lot of small vegetables planted in the yard, and although the lush ones are slightly crowded, they are full of simple atmosphere at the beginning.

It can be seen that both of them are diligent and honest people.

There are two rooms, the smaller one is the stove room, and the larger one is the living room without a hall. Uncle Song and his family ate or something, and they were on the small table in the stove room.

"It's not a big place, but it's enough for two people." Uncle Song looked at the stove room that was a little old but was only cleaned up by his wife, and his face was relaxed with a slight smile.

Song Jiu nodded, very satisfied with the courtyard.

"Uncle Song, that's it. You and I are refreshed, and I will add ten taels of silver, and ninety taels of silver will be put on the plate. Song Jiu directly showed his bottom line.

After a pause, Song Jiu said again: "This is the highest price I can offer now." ”

In fact, he could have slowly haggled and increased the price, but Uncle Song is now in a hurry to sell it, and it may be cheaper than he expected before.

It's just that he walked around for a while, and finally dispelled the idea.

Uncle Song listened with his hands behind his back: "Actually, I definitely won't agree to it before, even if the location of my shop is a little biased, it is far from being able to buy it at this price." ”

And Uncle Song also inquired that Song Jiu was originally setting up a stall to sell pork and braised pork, but it was only recently hot that it stopped.

The big shop is expensive for Song Jiu and them, and it is not cost-effective to waste. And Uncle Song's shop may be small and remote for others, but it is just right for Song Jiu.

If it weren't for the fact that something happened to his grandson and he was in a hurry, otherwise he would have to spend time with Song Jiu.

In the end, Uncle Song nodded and agreed, and resold the shop to Song Jiu at a price of ninety taels. The moment he nodded in response, the old man's already curved back seemed to be bent by something invisible, and it became more and more rickety.

Uncle Song had a request, asking Song Jiu to prepare the cash as soon as possible, and he would not accept any arrears.

Song Jiu is not a procrastinator, and paid twenty taels of silver as a deposit on the spot, indicating that he only has so much on him today. The remaining dozens of taels of silver, he will send them over early tomorrow morning.

The business was negotiated, and Song Jiu didn't stay much. Uncle Song sent people out of the store, and when he left, he said that he would pack up his things as soon as possible today, and the deed of Ming'er would be handed over together.

Sending people away, Uncle Song turned around and entered the store.

"Old man, is it all right?" Grandma Song put down the dried vegetables and asked hurriedly.

Uncle Song nodded and told Grandma Song to sell the store out of the store for ninety taels.

Grandma Song sighed: "It's a little less." ”

That being said, I also know in my heart that it can reach ninety taels, which is not bad for the current situation. At least if you change someone else, you will definitely continue to lower the price, not even ninety taels.

"I can't help it. The little grandson has not woken up until now, hanging on medicine every day, and he doesn't know how much it will cost. My son doesn't have much money in savings, so we don't want to think about a way, how can we do it. ”

Uncle Song looked at the shop where he had lived for more than ten years: "The old woman closes the door." We should pack up our things, and when Ming'er sends the rest of the silver, we will hand over the store to others and leave. ”

When it comes to leaving, both of them can't help but be reluctant.

It's like their hometown, it's their roots. Suddenly I was about to leave, or even never come back, and the emotions that were hard to let go were as gloomy and dreary as the sky outside.

Grandma Song raised her sleeve and wiped the tears in her eyes: "Okay, I'll close the door and pack up my things." ”

With a dull creaking sound, the wooden door was closed by Grandma Song, and at the same time, it was still the ten-year-old Song Ji shop.

Compared with the heaviness of the two, Song Jiu is much more relaxed.

After walking around the town wearing a hat, they finally found a home selling rice cakes. When I go, everyone is already ready to close the stall, and it will really be impossible to buy it later.

Carrying the rice cakes that he had finally bought, Song Jiu did not delay at all, and hurried back. How calm you are when you come, how anxious you are when you go back.

By this time, the sky was starting to get a little darker, and the rain that had been a little weaker in the afternoon was slowly getting heavier. The wind that gradually blew and swayed the rain, and it came straight to the body. Even if he was wearing a hat and a robe, the exposed part was inevitably wet.

The oil lamp on the table was dim, and the wind outside the house blew in from time to time, causing the lamp to flicker and flicker. Under the lamp, Wan Ge was holding a needle and thread and was quietly embroidering the insole.

There was a creak, and the courtyard door was pushed open. The people inside heard the noise and quickly looked up. I saw a burly figure walking towards this side in the night, gradually revealing that familiar face that did not smile.

"I'm back." Song Jiu stepped on the eaves, took off the hat, and hung it on the cool pole under the eaves.

Wan Ge put his shoes in the basket and hurried to someone to ask him to go to the back room to change the wet clothes on his body.

The wet clothes were sticky to the body, and it was very uncomfortable. But Song Jiu didn't immediately replace it, but reached out and took out the Tao in his pocket.

"Rice cakes." took out the tightly wrapped rice cake and handed it to the evening singer, probably carrying it in his arms for too long, and it was still warm with a hint of warmth.

"You...... I really bought it back. Wan Ge opened the oil paper and looked at the well-protected rice cake inside, something was flashing in her eyes, shiny.

There aren't many rice cakes sold in the town, and even fewer are still selling them in the afternoon. Wange can almost imagine that Song Jiu must have traveled all over the town to buy rice cakes in order to buy them.

"I promised you." Song Jiu rubbed his head: "I'm going to change my clothes." With that, the man turned and went to the back room.