It's still early.

Lu Xiaosi and Chen Ping'an walked side by side on the stone road of Jiangjiaba.

Today is the market, and the road is lined with vendors selling game, grain and rice, hand-woven reed mats, bamboo baskets, baskets, and coarse cloth woven by their own families.

This is not bad, there are people carrying half a basket of wild vegetables, some picking wild fruits from the tree, or squatting on the side of the road with a small half bag of wild beans in a cloth bag to sell abound.

It doesn't matter if they can sell it or not, whether they can eat it or not, as long as they can get it, they will bring it to the town, and maybe they can exchange it for three taels if they are lucky.

Most of these people are homeless people who have no land.

Because of the natural disasters in the past two years, they went all the way to Huaishui from all over the place, so the water area is wide and there are many fields, and some people are reluctant to go back when they arrive here.

What to do when you go back, there is no land and house at home, even if you open up the wasteland and farm, you have to have the capital to buy seeds.

It's better to be here, and you can be half-full if you want to eat.

After walking a short distance, Lu Yangge saw a bunch of orange-orange wild persimmons in front of the two children.

The boy is about four or five years old, and he can see through the black pot ash that he looks handsome, even if the clothes are ragged, he can still see that the material of the clothes is not bad, and his previous life must have been good.

The girl was about ten years old, and her little face was also dark, and she was a handsome little black girl.

Lu Yangge couldn't help laughing when he saw the little black girl sister and brother.

It's true, the pot of bottom ash that the little black girl painted on her face, she had also painted it before.

Because of his lack of experience, he rubbed his hand on the bottom of the pot and then touched his face.

The face is blackened, but because it is not carefully and evenly smeared enough, it makes people see through it at a glance.

Seeing that her face was now painted in a mess, but her neck was still tender white, Lu Yangge shook her head.

Did she remember to paint her neck in the first place?

It's been a long time, and I don't seem to remember.

Fortunately, now Lu Yangge doesn't need to wipe the bottom of the pot, she has learned some beauty in modern times, and she can find something to do casually.

It's not easy to be beautiful, but it's actually very simple to be ugly.

"How do you sell this persimmon?" Lu Yangge squatted down in front of the little black girl.

The little black girl timidly glanced at Lu Yangge, and then glanced at Chen Ping'an who was standing behind her, her eyes were full of defense: "Eight pennies a penny." ”

The slender wild persimmon is not big, Lu Yangge stretched out his hand, and he could probably catch three or five in one hand.

This kind of wild persimmon actually has no head, it looks good, but it is actually hard and astringent.

You can only take it off and let it sit for a while, wait until the skin and the inside become soft, take a small bite, and suck out the juice inside, which is still very sweet.

Because it's small and has a core, you can hardly eat anything.

This kind of wild persimmon tree can be found on the mountain, and if you are lucky, one tree can bear hundreds. Eight pennies is not expensive, but it is not cheap either.

"It's too expensive."

Lu Yangge's gaze fell on the ripe red persimmons, and his eyes flashed with inspiration.

The little black girl hesitated: "Then, that's ten dollars a penny." ”

Lu Yangge took a half-green and half-yellow wild persimmon and asked, "Most of your wild persimmons are not ripe, what are you doing when you pick them?" ”

"Just put it away, or bury it in a rice pile and eat it after a while." The little black girl was afraid that Lu Yangge would not sell it, and added, "It's okay to use hot water, just bubble at night." ”

In fact, there are many ways to make wild persimmons ripe, such as putting salt and sugar next to the persimmon pedicle, or spraying the whole body of the persimmon with wine.

But these all cost money, and it is not uncommon for country people to eat these things if they are not hungry. I won't waste sugar, salt and wine for this nothing to eat.

"Brother Ping'an." Lu Yangge turned his head from the left-hand side, "Give me the basket." ”

Chen Ping'an, who was standing behind Lu Yangge, came over and unloaded the basket and put it beside Lu Yangge.

The urn said angrily: "Xiaosi, you like to eat wild persimmons, if you like to eat them, I will find them for you, you don't need to buy them." ”

When he went out to lay the net, he seemed to have seen a few somewhere, but he didn't care about it at the time.

Very few people eat this thing, and if Xiao Si likes it, he can't go by rowing to find it.

Spending money on it is too much to pay for it.

"No, I don't like to eat it, I'm taking it with me to give it away."

Song Yunfei insisted on inviting her to dinner, but she couldn't go empty-handed, so she just spent a few pennies to send him a bunch of small persimmons.

As for whether he wants it or not, whether he likes it or not, then she doesn't care.

Lu Yangge also took down his small basket and handed it to the boy who had been hiding behind the little black girl, "Count, I want it." ”

Hearing that she wanted it, the boy's happy eyes narrowed into a slit, and he wanted to reach out but still hesitantly glanced at the little black girl.

The little brunette bit her lip and nodded.

The boys crouched down in front of the basket and took them one by one, counting as they went.

Five or six-year-old children, counting from one to dozens or hundreds, turned out to be a good one.

Lu Yangge seemed to be squatting so that his legs and feet were a little numb, he squatted beside the little black girl, and asked in a low voice: "Can you pick some green persimmons for me, eight pennies a penny, if you send them to Xiaoxinzhuang in Happy Ridge, I will count six pennies for you." ”

The little black girl was obviously stunned, she hadn't heard anyone ask for green persimmons, and hesitated for a moment before shaking her head gently.

It's always good to have money to earn, she knows it, but there doesn't seem to be any small Xinzhuang over there.

"What, don't you want to make money?"

Lu Yangge was a little disappointed, she was rarely kind, and she was rejected like this.

There are a total of seventy-five wild persimmons, and Lu Yangge said while taking out his money bag: "I'll count you for ten cents." ”

The little black girl didn't expect the person in front of her to give more, she was stunned.

I thought it was a miscalculation.

Seeing that the little black girl didn't nod, Lu Yangge laughed, counted out ten copper plates from the money bag, and stretched out his hand to hand them to the little black girl.

"You count, and the green persimmons I said, if you sell them, send them to Xiaoxinzhuang in Kuaihuoling to find Lu Xiaosi, how many you want. If you can't find your way, you can ask someone, it's not too far from town. ”

The little black girl took the ten copper coins and hesitated for a moment, then handed back three more: "You miscalculated." ”

She has been selling this wild persimmon in the market for three days, let alone buying it, and there is no one to see it.

There was no food left at home, and she wanted to find something else to sell, but she couldn't find anything else to sell except wild persimmons

"Buy extra candy for your brother." Lu Yangge didn't really want to bargain with her.

Recovering the three copper coins, the little black girl hesitated for a long time before shaking her head at Lu Yangge, "I, I won't give it away, if you want to, come to the town to buy it." ”

"Okay."

Lu Yangge seemed to be unconcerned, and said to Chen Ping'an, who was carrying the basket: "Brother Ping'an, let's go." ”

Chen Ping'an knew that someone was treating, so he only hummed.

The two walked a few steps away, and Lu Yangge turned around and saw that the little black girl was still standing in place holding her brother's hand.

This pair of young brothers must have lived in a big family, but unfortunately, I don't know how to end up in Jiangjiaba.

Troubled times produce heroes, and troubled times are also like human life.

(End of chapter)