Jiang Baoqing came out of Geng Zijiang's pharmacy, looking relaxed. She was worried about buying shoes for Jiang Yunshan, so she walked around the market.

There are a lot of people who sell shoes, most of them are poor people who are old and have no skills and can only take a few pairs of shoes to sell. Jiang Baoqing squatted down in front of a small stall and carefully rummaged through several pairs of men's bast shoes on the stall.

The stall owner is a somewhat silent woman, who has not been selling like other people. She doesn't look too old, she looks like she's in her thirties.

Jiang Baoqing noticed that the woman's hands were covered with calluses, and her face was also full of vicissitudes.

The sole is extremely thick and dense, and it looks like a lot of effort.

Jiang Baoqing was a little moved, picked out the shoes that fit Jiang Yunshan's shoe size, and asked the stall owner: "How do you sell these shoes?" ”

The female stall owner was a little sneering and said, "You, you look at it, give it, and make a ...... offer."

Jiang Baoqing actually didn't have much experience, she thought about it for a while, and said a similar price, twelve wen.

The female stall owner hesitated, seeming to hesitate.

Jiang Baoqing thought about it, and raised the price by two cents, fourteen cents.

The female stall owner's face was a little embarrassed, and she hesitated again and again, but she still spoke: "Little girl, you are a good person, you see, is it okay to pay twenty yuan?" ”

Twenty yuan, which is eight or nine yuan more expensive than ordinary bast shoes of this appearance, almost twice as expensive.

Jiang Baoqing also hesitated.

The quality of the hemp shoes in this stall is really good, and she is also mentally prepared to sell them slightly more expensive than the shoes on other stalls.

But if it's five or six cents more expensive, it's a bit like sitting on the ground and starting the price.

Seeing Jiang Baoqing's hesitation, the female stall owner was also a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "Hey, little girl, it's really not good, you see, eighteen texts, eighteen texts are not okay?" ”

Jiang Baoqing turned over the hemp shoes in his hand, looked at the soles carefully, and said softly: "Auntie, the workmanship of your shoes is really good, and the stitches are finer than those of other houses, but this can't be so high." It's too expensive. ”

The female stall owner was so anxious that her eyes were a little red, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand: "Little girl, I didn't mean to raise the price, really, the family is really short of money, and I can't do it in a hurry......."

Jiang Baoqing didn't speak, in fact, she was quite short of money.

Speaking of this world, especially those of them who live in the mountains, it is not easy to reclaim some fields, who doesn't rely on the sky for food? Recently, it has been a year of disasters, and it has not been easy for every family.

Seeing that Jiang Baoqing didn't speak, the female stall owner gritted her teeth in despair: "Sixteen Wen, little girl, I really can't say it anymore, it's two Wen more expensive than the price you just opened." She choked up a little, "It's true, it's really the baby in the family who provokes someone who shouldn't be messed with, so how can he make money to dredge up the relationship......"

The despair in his eyes is thick and dense like substance.

Jiang Baoqing squatted down, these two pennies are indeed not life-threatening to her, and they may not play a role in this female stall owner, but maybe they can make the despair in her eyes a little less.

Jiang Baoqing nodded, took two pairs of shoes with the right size, and paid.

The female stall owner was very grateful, and carefully took out a small cloth bag that was a little worn out from her arms, and put the thirty or so coins into the cloth bag.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden noise at the corner of the street, noisy, mixed with scolding, and the female stall owner's face turned white when she saw it.

Jiang Baoqing looked over and saw a few officials wearing official uniforms and swaggering to collect taxes from various stall owners at the corner of the street.

This stall kicked one, that stall fished three or five fruits, and several stalls passed by, all of which were spared.

If you encounter a stall owner who does not cooperate with the payment, several officials will directly smash the stall, and sometimes even people will have to be beaten like this.

Therefore, most stall owners choose to pay honestly, which is regarded as a ruin to avoid disasters.

The female stall owner was trembling a little, she tightly covered the place where the cloth bag was placed on her chest, and muttered in despair: "I'm here to collect the stall fee again...... I've already received it once before. ”

Jiang Baoqing was a little surprised, she had also come to catch up with the set a few times, but this was the first time she had seen this situation: "Have you always received it twice?" ”

"It's only started these days," another stall owner next to him complained in a whispered and angry, "I heard that the senior official at the head of the county order is about to celebrate his birthday, and the county order is scraping the skin of the people in the name of honoring his parents...... There are two taxes for setting up a stall, one for the stall and one for the birthday. ”

Although he complained like this, when the officials came over, the stall owner still honestly handed over the money.

When she arrived at the female stall owner, she had tears in her eyes, and she took out the cloth bag with tears in her eyes, and her hands were trembling.

"Hurry up, don't ink." A few yacha urged impatiently.

The female stall owner plucked up her courage and asked tremblingly: "Several adults, me, and my son are still waiting for me to make money...... I really don't have any money, can I, can I slow it down for a while? ”

"Hold off?!" One of the officials scolded, "Can the birthday of the lord above be delayed?!" A few copper plates refuse to come out, I think you are despising the court! ”

As he spoke, he directly overturned the shoe stall on the female stall owner's ground.

The female stall owner trembled and hurriedly took out the money, and when she handed the copper plate with both hands, she trembled.

Ya Cha snatched it impatiently and spat it on the ground: "It's all you people who don't cooperate, it's so troublesome for us to collect taxes!" ”

When the servants continued to collect taxes, the stall owner fell to the ground and wept bitterly.

Jiang Baoqing silently helped the female stall owner clean up the overturned stall, and the stall owner selling vegetables next to him persuaded: "Okay, don't cry, just wait for that adult's birthday to pass!" ”

The female stall owner raised her head, her face full of despair: "But my son can't wait...... I knew that he wouldn't be in the county school to speak for his classmate, and now his classmate has dropped out, and my son just said a word for him, and now he ......."

The stall owner's voice choked.

Jiang Baoqing was stunned, she asked the female stall owner directly: "Auntie, what's going on with your son?" ”

The female stall owner is so bitter in her heart, even if there is such a person for her to confide in. She wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, the vicissitudes of life on her face couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes, she sighed: "My son was admitted to the county school, and many of the children of high-ranking officials in the county school looked down on them, the poor children who were admitted to the school, and always bullied them in the college. My son is fine, he is good in his studies, and he is not eye-catching. On weekdays, those children of high-ranking officials always caught the poor child surnamed Jiang who took the first place in the exam and bullied, and later the poor child couldn't stand being bullied and dropped out of school. Those high-ranking officials don't know who to listen to, but my son interceded with Mr. on behalf of the poor boy surnamed Jiang, and they arrested my son! ”

The female stall owner's face was full of despair: "I said that I was locked up, and I didn't give food or drink, it's been two days, and I don't know what the situation is with my son inside!" I'm going to scrape together money, scrape together money to clear up the relationship......" She covered her face in pain, "What should I do, do I want to cut off my flesh and sell it?" ”