She jumped up suddenly and grabbed Chu Yu's arm.

"I found it, and there it is!"

Hearing this, Chu Yu held her waist with her excited, and then looked at her fingers.

He saw that it was just a few small black balls being roasted on top of an iron basin with charcoal, and he didn't know what the black thing was, let alone what it tasted like.

Because between his snorts, there was too much and too strong a smell.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look sideways at Yu Shu.

He's traveled from south to north, and he's seen a lot of things, but he doesn't know what they are.

Shu'er, the farthest place she has walked is Rong'an County, how does she know which smell of you comes from the black dumplings?

While he was thinking, Yu Shu had already broken free from his grip and rushed towards the small stall.

"How did you sell this thing? Wrap me a few. ”

The stall was guarded by an old woman, who was obviously a little surprised when she heard Yu Shu's voice, and when she looked up, she saw that Yu Shu was wearing a set of water-green jacket skirts, and the material was not ordinary cotton, but satin, which was not a bargain at first glance.

That was before leaving home, Chu Yu specially went to the city to buy rulers for Yu Shu and Chu Xing'er, just to let them make two better new clothes, and when they went out with him, they didn't have to be looked down upon.

"Hello lady, this is a sweet potato, baked, and it costs a pound."

Sweet potato, that is, sweet potato in later generations, sweet potato, in the eighties and nineties of the nineteenth century, it was the staple food of most people in China. As an authentic post-80s generation, Yu Shu grew up eating all kinds of sweet potatoes when he was a child, and his favorite thing is to burn sweet potatoes.

When the conditions are poor, it is a luxury to burn sweet potatoes.

Generally, it is taken to peel it, add water and a small amount of rice or corn crumble, boil it into a pot of mushy porridge, accompanied by wild vegetables and pickles, etc., which is a ration for the whole family.

Yu Shusheng's era was a little better, the age of hungry food had passed, and every household had already eaten rice, but at that time, children's snacks were scarce, and there was little oil and water, and children with long bodies and adults doing manual work were extremely hungry.

Therefore, whenever there was no fire in the stove in the evening, my mother would pick a few sweet potatoes with uniform heads and throw them into the hole where the fire was still shining, and cover the sweet potatoes with hot ashes. When it gets dark and the stomach begins to be empty, I go to dig out the sweet potato, peel off the skin that has been burned to some blackening, and a fresh aroma will come up with the sweet potato flesh that has been torn off.

Although many years have passed since those days, and she has lived many years of life that can be regarded as fine clothes and fine food with her own efforts, roasted sweet potatoes are still unforgettable in her memory.

Therefore, a pound of sanwen may seem a little expensive to others, but she didn't blink an eye.

"Bring me ten, no, twenty!"

The old woman was picking on the charcoal basin for her, to see which one would be more powdery and taste better, but at first glance she was a little stunned when she heard that she was going to weigh twenty in one breath.

"Lady, this thing looks inconspicuous, but it has a very swollen stomach, you want twenty ...... I'm afraid I can't finish it, right? ”

The old woman in the countryside has a kind face, although she also hopes that the sweet potatoes will sell as quickly as possible, but she doesn't want to pit the little lady in front of her with a clear conscience.