"Alright, alright, it's not too early, let's hurry up."

As soon as he heard Jiang Qinglime say this, Meng Guangshan looked down at Yang Yanwen, and when he saw that his face was really red, he shut up. It is said that people who read books are thin-skinned, and this is indeed the case.

Meng Guangshan went out with Yang Yanwen on his back.

Jiang Qinglime held something and hugged a small quilt.

When they arrived, half of the shelf car was laid on it, and half of it was covered on Yang Yanwen's body. He sat in the back of the car, and his two children sat in the front of the car. Meng Guangshan pulled the car, and after Jiang Qingling locked the door, she was on the side of the frame car.

Fifteen miles east of Sanliu Village, there is a place called Yang Fu.

This is the closest Daji to Sanliu Village.

Villagers from one or twenty nearby villages would come here to catch the market. On ordinary days, there is a big set every 369. But at the end of the year, there is a big gathering here every day.

The great assembly lasted until the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month.

Usually there are not many people who come to the market, but now it is overcrowded.

An abandoned brick pit of more than 50 acres, as well as the surrounding flat land, are full of stalls.

People come and go, and it's very lively.

At a glance, the whole set is full of people.

As soon as they arrived at the brick pit, Meng Dashu and Meng Luyun got out of the car, and Meng Guangshan walked to the southwest corner, pulling the frame car from the padded road and walking down cautiously.

The road in Daji is very wide, and there is no problem driving three frame cars side by side on the left and right. Although there are many people on the road, you can still move forward if you walk slowly.

In the whole big set, a group of people only planned to go through it once, so they calculated what they wanted to buy or what they liked temporarily, and Jiang Qingling bought it without hesitation.

An hour and a half passed.

By the time I came out of the other side of the set, it was already close to noon.

Standing on a high place and looking down, the crowd in the big set is still crowded. Such a large gathering will basically only disperse in the middle of the afternoon.

"Brother Meng, let's eat something before we go back."

An hour and a half, it's too tiring.

Meng Guangshan had been pulling the cart, and Jiang Qingling felt that he couldn't stand him. So I stopped him and planned to eat something here.

There is a stall selling fried noodles and sake lees nearby.

"Let's go."

As soon as Jiang Qinglime said that, Meng Guangshan was going to refuse, but when he saw the two children holding Jiang Qinglime's hand with a pitiful look, he nodded and followed.

Five people sat at a small table.

Jiang Qingling asked for five bowls of fried cold noodles, and went to the stall next door to ask for three bowls of sake lees. She has a bowl with Yang Yanwen, Meng Dashu has a bowl with Meng Luyun, and Meng Guangshan has a bowl.

Meng Guangshan didn't take two sips of the bowl, so he gave it to Meng Dashu.

Fried jelly is six cents a bowl, and sake lees is seven cents. On weekdays, it is sold for four or five cents, which coincides with the Chinese New Year, and this year is another famine year, so prices are soaring.

On the way home, they had a lot of strength. However, they had not gone far from Yang Fu Daji when they met Chen, Tang, Qiao, and Yang Yunni.

It's morning, and they just came to the market, and they really know how to pick a time.

"Milk, look at my fourth uncle and fourth aunt, now their eyes are about to roll to the sky. Where are we in our eyes? ”

Yang Yunni held Chen's arm and was very intimate with her.

After seeing Yang Yanwen and Jiang Qinglime, a delicate face became extremely gloomy, and she sued in front of Chen.