Maybe Zhou Xiaoyun stopped in front of the stall for too long, which affected the vendor's business, and the woman in her forties said kindly: "Little girl, why do you want your family to take you to buy." ”

Zhou Xiaoyun knew that this was a very tactful meaning to let her go, she smiled and stood up again and continued to walk forward.

Look at how simple the people were at that time, if the quality of the current shop owner was almost impossible to say, he would have left with unpleasant words.

Zhou Xiaoyun suddenly remembered an incident that happened when she was twenty-five years old, when she took Niuniu to the mall. I took a good look at a girl's padded jacket, and looked at the price: wow, more than three hundred, and hung the clothes back on the hanger without trying it at the moment. At that time, the salesperson's disdainful eyes seemed to say, "You can't afford such clothes", which made her embarrassed. Let her fully realize that poverty is not a mistake, but a humiliation that makes people unable to raise their heads.

Zhou Xiaoyun didn't want to think about the unpleasant past, and vowed that he would never be a despised person in this life.

Zhou Xiaoyun, who was thinking about it, was knocked to the ground by an old man, and his butt fell heavily to the ground. When Zhou Xiaoyun reacted, her buttocks hurt so much that she screamed "eh".

When I looked up, the old man who was almost sixty was Daddy Wang from the same village.

"Big girl, it hurts. It's all to blame for me, a bad old man, who doesn't pay attention when he walks, and looks at the doll hurts. ”

Father Wang helped Zhou Xiaoyun up and blamed himself for being careless.

Zhou Xiaoyun hurriedly said: "I don't blame you, it's all my own bad and I didn't look at the road before I fell." I don't hurt at all now, I'm fine. ”

Father Wang put his mind at ease when he saw that Zhou Xiaoyun was standing well, and told her to walk carefully and left.

The people around me are very accustomed to such things, and not many people will pay attention to such small things, walking, walking, stalls, stalls, buying things, selling things, no one is affected.

Such an episode did not affect Zhou Xiaoyun's mood when she visited the market, she liked the people at this time. Everyone is simple and down-to-earth, without so many powerful eyes and utilitarian hearts, and very warm hearts.

There was a stall in the middle of the market surrounded by a lot of children, and Zhou Xiaoyun walked over curiously to take a look, it turned out to be a villain book seller. No wonder so many children linger in front of the stalls.

The man in his thirties, who sells villain books, is good-natured and cleans up the books that have been turned over by the children, and arranges them neatly one by one.

Zhou Xiaoyun lowered his head and squeezed in, squatting in front of the stall to see what villain books there were.

There are several rows of books divided into several types, the first row is the Zhou Gong Dream Interpretation, I Ching, couplets and other books that adults read, the second row is some martial arts novels, and the third row is the villain book that children like to read the most.

At this time, the villain book is about the size of a palm, with illustrations on the top and stories below. Mythological stories are the most popular with children, and several books are turned over and over again by onlookers. The books are mostly new, and they are not expensive to sell, and they only cost two dimes a copy.

There are already children grinding the adults standing behind them to buy themselves a copy.

Although there are many people who see it, there are very few people who buy it, who has the spare money to buy this for their children! Many children were dragged away by the adults, and they had to look at them reluctantly when they left.

Zhou Xiaoyun picked up a copy of Journey to the West and read it with relish, the story is familiar, and the monsters drawn on the illustrations are worth seeing. There are no longer a few people like her who "rub" books to read, but most of the people who can understand books are older children over eight or nine years old, and there is really no second one who squats there to read books at such a young age like her.

The bookstall owner looked at Zhou Xiaoyun's serious appearance and thought this female doll was very interesting: "Hey, can you read the book?" I'll give you a copy if you understand. ”

Zhou Xiaoyun was naughty, and deliberately made a weak appearance that was not to be outdone: "Of course, of course I can understand." ”

When someone noticed the children around her, they began to coax her to read two sentences.

Zhou Xiaoyun pretended to be stubble and refused to read.

When the man who sold the book saw it, he became more and more convinced that she couldn't read it, and said that as long as she could read a page, he would give her this Journey to the West.

Zhou Xiaoyun asked him: "Does your speech count, don't let me read it, and you regret not giving me the book." ”

The man couldn't help laughing: "I promise to say what I say, if you don't believe let me prove it around here." ”

At this time, even many adults were attracted by this interesting scene.

Zhou Xiaoyun's face turned pale, and he read out the first page of the villain's book in Mandarin.

When she finished reading, there was a cheer all around, and the man who sold the book was so surprised that his eyes almost fell out.

"Well, you said it, and now the book belongs to me."

Zhou Xiaoyun proudly took away the villain book, and couldn't help but giggle when he remembered the scene just now.

The bazaar was finally almost over, and Zhou Xiaoyun turned back to find his parents. When I arrived at the place where Zhao Yuzhen sold eggs, I saw that all the eggs in the basket had been sold, and there were still four duck eggs left that had not been sold.

Zhao Yuzhen saw that her daughter was sweaty, took out a towel to wipe her sweat, and asked her where the villain book in her hand came from.

Zhou Xiaoyun didn't dare to tell the truth, only said that he picked it up on the ground, and Zhao Yuzhen didn't doubt that he believed it.

Father Zhou hugged Er Ya for a long time, and he was already hot and tired: "Mom, I won't sell these duck eggs, let's go home." At noon, I fried it to relieve the child's hunger. ”

So, at noon, a plate of scrambled duck eggs appeared on the dining table of the Zhou family. Duck eggs have some earthy smells that are not as delicious as eggs, but in the eyes of the four brothers and sisters of the Zhou family, they are already rare and delicious, and they are all fragrant.