Where did you go to have a good time? If I knew it was so narrow, I wouldn't have come in, look at this dilemma! The driver was a sturdy man with a black face, and said with a frown.

He was dressed in a dusty skit, with a silk undershirt exposed at the intersection of his clothes, and the boots on his feet were covered with dust, and he looked like a man who had been on the road all year round.

"Shopkeeper Wu said with a smile, where can I go, but I have gone to the owner's mansion." The shopkeeper Dong said with a smiling face.

"Hurry up and call your buddies to unload the goods, I haven't eaten yet." Shopkeeper Wu spat impatiently on the ground.

"What are you giving this time?" The shopkeeper Dong touched the three sacks and asked, ignoring his bad attitude, he wanted to deal with him for a long time, and knew that this person was used to such a tone.

"Aren't all you want, a pack of fresh chili peppers, a pack of dried bamboo shoots, and a pack of miscellaneous mushrooms." Shopkeeper Wu rolled his eyes angrily.

"That's just right, the chili pepper will be brought back by the widow, and Mrs. Du will be pickled." Shopkeeper Dong turned his head to Du Mei and said.

"Is that her? Pickled pine eggs? Shopkeeper Wu finally turned his head and carefully looked at Du Mei behind Shopkeeper Dong.

"It's me, you must be the shopkeeper of the south side of the Drunken Immortal Building." Du Mei smiled at him.

"How do you know?" Shopkeeper Wu jumped out of the carriage and paced in front of Du Mei with some curiosity, he did not salute, nor was he afraid of Du Mei's identity, Xu was a person with a lot of noble status in Jiangling City, and he did not take Du Mei, a seven-grade woman, in his eyes.

"What's so hard to guess, there are three things in this car, and now only the south side has them, and your clothes are different from ours."

Now that it's winter moon, who still wears a silk undershirt that is only worn in summer, it is obvious that when he came back along the way, he bought a coat in the cold. She didn't say one thing, that is, Shopkeeper Wu's skin was too dark, and now only the south side had such a strong sun.

"You...... It's kind of interesting. Shopkeeper Wu didn't deny it, he touched his blue chin, only pulled the corners of his mouth, and a very faint smile on his face was fleeting.

Shopkeeper Dong called his men and carried dried bamboo shoots and mushrooms into the kitchen. Du Mei touched the sack, discerned which bag was chili, and the stone did not help, bent down and grabbed the two corners of the sack with his backhand, bowed up, and easily carried the large sack on his back, walked a few steps steadily, and put it in the carriage.

"Shopkeeper Wu, come in and drink a glass of thin wine, as a thank you gift." Shopkeeper Dong took the man's arm and invited.

"Cut ten pine eggs for wine!" Shopkeeper Wu was not polite, he raised his feet and went in, and the carriage was handed over to the guys to take care of.

Shopkeeper Dong greeted Du Mei and followed. Du Mei looked at a large bag of chili peppers, thinking that the salt at home must not be enough, so she went to the old ginger's spice shop to buy it.

Old Jiang Tou was wearing his sleeves, leaning on the chair and napping, when he heard the door ringing, he looked up with half-squinted eyes, and saw that it was Du Mei, and slowly got up from the chair and said, "The widow hasn't been here for a long time." ”

"Shopkeeper Jiang, I'll buy some salt, it's cold, salted duck eggs are not easy to sell." Du Mei glanced at the shelves where the salted duck eggs were kept, and they were empty, and I don't know if they were sold out, or if they were put elsewhere.

"If you have good goods, you don't know how to send them to the old man." The old ginger didn't know where to know that Du Mei had pine eggs, and his words were sour.

"Shopkeeper Jiang misunderstood, it's not that I don't deliver goods, I just made two hundred Songhua eggs some time ago, and the shopkeeper of Zuixianlou dared to accept the trial sale, but now there is, but the price is slightly higher, I sold it to Zuixianlou is one for ten yuan, I'm afraid you ...... here" Du Mei looked at the face of the old Jiang Tou and stopped what he said.

"Can't it be cheaper?" Old Jiang Tou pursed his lips and frowned, the wrinkles on his face twisted together like cracked pine bark on the mountain.

"It can't be cheap." Du Mei shook his head apologetically.

Although pickled Songhua eggs are not complicated, the difficulty is that the ingredients are not easy to obtain, the lime and fruit tree burned grass ash is very difficult to get, and it is about to enter the wax moon, the duck will reduce production or no eggs, Du Mei must first ensure the supply of Zuixianlou, so it is impossible for her to sell the only Songhua eggs at a low price.

"Okay, just send me five hundred at the price of the Drunken Immortal Building, many old customers have come to inquire, I have to find some for them." Old Jiang Tou saw that there was no room for bargaining, so he had to give in.

"Ming'er, I can only give you five hundred." For the sake of long-term business, Du Mei reluctantly agreed.

"Okay." The old ginger turned around and went to weigh the salt in satisfaction.

The winter days are short, and seeing the sun moving westward, Du Mei did not dare to delay for a moment, and returned to Dujiagou in a stone carriage.

"Your grandma has been here twice, so let's go and have a look." When Xu Shi saw her come back, he hurriedly fetched hot water for her to wash her face and hands, and when it was over, he handed her the acupuncture packet directly.

When Du Mei arrived at Du Shicheng's house, he heard a muffled bang in the house, as if someone had fallen.

Wei Shi heard the sound and ran out of the kitchen, and when he saw Du Mei, he didn't even have time to get angry, and ran directly into the house, Du Mei followed her, and saw Du Shicheng fall to the ground.

"What's wrong with you, boss?" Wei opened his mouth to cry.

"Grandpa is fine, he just slipped and fell." Du Mei stepped forward and took the pulse.

The two worked together to lift Du Shicheng to the bed, and Du Mei began to prick needles.

"Can you be reliable, I've been looking for you twice today, don't you know if your grandfather is waiting for you to get a needle to continue your life!" Wei sat next to him and complained.

"Meizi has a lot of things to do every day, cough cough, I'm a living dead, and I have to drag her down?" Du Shicheng said in a hoarse voice.

"Grandpa, otherwise, from tomorrow, I'll change it to prick you sooner or later." Du Mei thought for a moment and said that she had to go out every day, and most of the time it was impossible to come back at noon.

"That's fine, I'm more comfortable when I'm comfortable." Du Shicheng struggled in the pain every day, and he was even more greedy for time to get rid of the pain.

Since Du Mei had said this, Wei naturally did not complain, and the three of them stayed in the same room, but the silence made people hear the thumping of their hearts.

Du Shicheng closed his sour eyes, although Du Mei did his best to him, he was not as intimate as an ordinary grandfather and grandson, he was more like a doctor who treated patients, just doing his best to save lives, but who is to blame, if he had been better to them at the beginning, why did he have today!

Wei couldn't sit down after all, so he got up and went out. Until Du Mei took the needle and left, he didn't see her again.

The stone went to the river beach to drink horses, Du Tao and Du Gui squatted on the ground, looking at the pigeon in the pigeon cage, Du Ying stood next to him with Jun Song, Jun Song had never seen a pigeon, and he fluttered in Du Ying's arms excitedly, wanting to go down to the ground to see what was going on.

"The stone said that it was a carrier pigeon given by the phoenix, and we won't raise it, don't raise it." Xu Shi stood under the eaves of the kitchen and said to Du Mei with some concern.

"Mother, don't worry, where can a finch be picky, but to feed some rice and the like, so that it will not be unable to feed, and when the stone comes back, I will ask him." Du Mei is not worried, since Liu Gengsheng handed over the stone, he will always tell him how to raise it.

Du Mei opened the marijuana bag and cleaned the red pepper by the well, Du Ying gave the juniper to Du Gui, and she and Du Tao also came to help. In the afternoon, the courtyard of the second room was full of chili peppers, red and bright, and it was very beautiful.

At the dinner table, Du Mei asked about the carrier pigeon, and the stone unexpectedly said that he would raise and train, and Du Mei simply handed over the two living creatures to the stone to raise.

At night, the juniper was put to sleep, and Du Mei's family cut the peppers in the kitchen, and they were busy for two hours without interruption before they were cut.

The next day, Du Mei went to Du Shicheng early in the morning to get a needle, and was meeting Zhou to wash clothes by the river, she saw Du Mei hurriedly went to the old couple's house, and couldn't help but feel depressed.

Du Mei didn't know that Zhou hated her so much that she gritted her teeth, and after the needle, she sent Songhua eggs to the old ginger.

When he walked to Sheshan Town, Du Mei suddenly remembered that the remaining cottonseed from the last lint ginning had been dragged to the oil mill to extract oil after being introduced, and it had been several days, and it was said that it should have been squeezed a long time ago.

She rummaged through the voucher in her purse, lifted the curtain and said, the stone turned around the carriage, and turned to the oil mill, Xu is ten quintals of cottonseed is really rare, after such a long time, the fat boss actually remembered Du Mei, and when he saw her coming, he came out of the greasy oil mill.

"According to your requirements, fifty catties are packed in a barrel, a total of six and a half barrels, and these oil residues." The boss wiped his hands and pointed to a bucket covered with an oilcloth and two or three marijuana bags in the corner.

"It's so grateful, it's oil money." Du Mei deliberately paid a little more, and the oil drums and the caretakings these days cost money.

"That's all you need." The boss was straightforward, and only pointed out his own wages and oil drum money, and the rest were refunded to Du Mei.

"You see, my carriage can't be so much at a time, I'll transport the oil away first, and the oil residue will be dragged next time, and I will leave it here for the time being, and I won't have to trouble you for a few more days." Du Mei took the money and consulted with him.

"It's okay, don't bother, just leave it alone." The boss agreed, disapprovingly.

Stone stepped forward and carried all the oil drums into the carriage, seven large barrels, almost occupying the carriage, and Du Mei sat on the frame in front of him with the pine egg jar.

Seeing that Du Mei had not come for a long time, the old ginger wandered at the door of the shop with some anxiety.

"What's going on?" He saw Du Mei's face on the frame being blown red, and he was a little surprised that it was such a cold day, why didn't she sit in the carriage.

"I have cottonseed oil in my carriage and I have nowhere to sit." Du Mei said with a smile, handing the jar to the guy who greeted him.

"Cottonseed oil? This is rare, and it is best to donate merit to the temple. The old ginger said and turned to the back of the carriage and looked around.

"That's so much, it's three hundred pounds!" Old Jiang Tou said in surprise.

"I'll keep the lights on." Du Mei walked over and said.

"The widow laughed, three hundred catties of oil, the sea lantern in the temple does not stop day and night, and it can't be lit in a year." The old ginger head smiled.

"I've got several places to send." Du Mei thought that she would send some to the villa for Du Zhong and them to use, and also give them to Du Shu's family, and keep some in the Yi School.

"Like cottonseed oil, which burns smokeless and dustless, it can't consume one or two oils in one night, and it can only be used up by ten families in a year, so you might as well sell me two hundred catties." An old customer of Lao Jiang Tou wanted to go to the temple to light a sea lantern to keep him safe, but he had been suffering from not being able to buy good oil. Today, the old ginger happened to see Du Mei's cottonseed oil, where would he let it go.

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