Chapter 125: The Taste of Memory Is Right

Xu Qingzhi drove a tricycle to Daji Village, and it was not too early to come here, and there were people in many stalls.

Wang Yanmei hurried to grab the ribs, this fresh and good ribs had to be hurried, and it would be gone if it was a little late.

Xu Qingzhi accompanied Ah Gong, found a location at the intersection, spread it out on the ground with a snakeskin bag, took out a handful of green onions from it and put them on it, only put a dozen handfuls of shallots, and put the rest in the basket, waiting for someone to buy some and make up for it.

There are fixed stalls in the bazaar, but you have to pay for it.

There is no need to pay for the location along the roadside, most of them are home-grown vegetables, just find a place to put them.

The vegetable seller next to her was an aunt, and she greeted herself: "Eh, this is your granddaughter?" ”

"Yes." Xu Dongru smiled and nodded.

"In recent years, the young people in the village have gone out to work, and even when they come back, they are all sleeping at home. Your granddaughter is a good boy who came to sell vegetables with you so early. Auntie gave a thumbs up.

Although Xu Qingzhi only happened to bump into Ah Gong, she didn't need to tell outsiders clearly.

Xu Dongru listened to others praising his child, with a very happy smile on his face, and said: "It's a good child, my granddaughter is very good to me, she thinks of me for everything, and ......."

Xu Qingzhi sat in the middle, listening to Ah Gong and strangers praising himself endlessly, and his face was still a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, at this time, a curly-haired aunt came to pick vegetables.

"How do you sell these shallots?"

Xu Dongrucai finally took the conversation and said, "Five cents a handful." ”

Aunt Curly squatted down, picked and picked, and finally picked up a few handfuls: "Is it okay to have three handfuls for one dollar?" The people who sell shallots over there are three handfuls for one dollar. ”

Xu Dongru took out a plastic bag and put it on her, "Okay, this open business, give you a cheaper." ”

Aunt Curly took the bag, put the one-dollar paper ticket on the shallot, and left.

Xu Dongru took the money, took out a roll of money from his jacket pocket, nodded it, and gave Xu Qingzhi a handful of change, "It's so early, you must not have eaten breakfast yet, go inside to eat a bowl of noodles." ”

In the middle of the market, there are breakfast shops selling steamed buns, hemp balls, rice noodle stalls, etc.

"Grandpa, I'm not a child anymore, I have money." Xu Qingzhi refused, got up and patted his cold buttocks, "Then I'll go shopping and come back later." ”

Ah Gong waved his hand and let her go.

Xu Qingzhi hadn't gone far before he heard the aunt's voice again.

"Has your granddaughter kissed? It looks so watery, with fine skin and tender meat. There is a young man in our village who is a retired soldier, and he is a tall and powerful man, who should be about the same age as your granddaughter. ”

This...... It's a topic that can't be avoided anywhere.

Xu Dongru said: "My granddaughter is not in a hurry to find it for the time being." "It's not good for Aunt to open up later.

Xu Qingzhi walked along the road, and there were already many people in the market.

Because this is not a serious stall, unless you stop in front of the stall to buy groceries, if you walk in the middle, you can only follow the flow of people, otherwise you will get in the way.

When you go to the stalls in the market, the road is wider.

The market is divided into three sections, and the outermost ones sell fish, chickens and ducks, and the taste is particularly strong.

A little further on, there are half open-air cement stalls, which mainly sell meat. At the front, there is a large shed supported by a steel frame, and the half of the cement stall sells clothes, children's toys, stationery and food.

In fact, the market stalls were originally built together, and there were all steel-framed sheds. It's just that during the ice disaster in 08, this half of the shed was crushed by the snow, and later it was only repaired with cement stalls, and no more steel frame sheds were built.

Xu Qingzhi planned to eat something and walked directly to the middle of the market.

On both sides of a very large aisle, there are breakfast stalls, one selling steamed buns, one selling fried, three noodle stalls, two wooden barrels selling tofu brains, and an electric bicycle selling small steamed buns with familiar boxes tied to the back rack.

Xu Qingzhi remembered that her mother originally wanted to come to the market to set up a flour stall, but later said that the flour stall was not doing well and the competition was too fierce.

It's really intense, such a small market has developed three noodle stalls......

I heard her mother say before that these three noodle stalls have a bit of a grudge.

At first, my sister-in-law was in the noodle stall business, and later the second brother and daughter-in-law saw that she was making money, so she opened a noodle stall and made freshly eaten rice and tofu. The third brother and daughter-in-law saw that the two sisters-in-law opened a flour stall to make money, so they opened it themselves, and proposed a half-price discount for children to eat flour.

The three flour stalls are all a family, but after all, it is a business competition, and my sister-in-law's business was robbed of her heart, so she broke up on the spot.

The three sons originally lived with their parents, and when they made such a fuss, everyone had their own lives.

Xu Qingzhi looked at the three powder stalls, each with different colors of tables and chairs, and only felt that this atmosphere was delicately balanced. Fortunately, her mother didn't come in with one foot, otherwise she would probably be used as a punching bag by the three concubines, which will promote the harmonious relationship between the concubines and concubines.

In fact, this kind of thing is quite common in the village.

There are not many people in the village who make money, and when they see that someone in the family makes money, they will naturally have the idea that they can also make money from this.

So Xu Qingzhi heard his grandfather say yesterday that the second uncle wanted to come to her house to find out her family's money-making business and snatch the business.

She wasn't too surprised.

Because soon not only the second uncle's family will have this thought, the more people who know that her family makes money, the more people will have these thoughts.

But she didn't care.

She cares more about someone grabbing business than someone grabbing business, what is she eating steamed buns this morning? Or eat scallion oil rings? Or brown sugar buns?

Next to the steamed bun stall is a large stove with a large pot of hot oil on the stove and freshly fried goods on the shelf.

Xu Qingzhi is two or three meters away, and he smells fragrant.

Maybe she hadn't eaten it for too long, and it was obviously oily, but she just thought it was so fragrant, and walked over with her steps.

"Boss, two scallion oil rings and two hemp balls are filled with one portion, come with four." Xu Qingzhi swallowed.

"What do you want to do so much, you can't eat it and waste it." Wang Yanmei suddenly appeared with the vegetables and shouted to the boss: "Uncle Pao, just two servings." ”

"Okay, Sister Yanmei, is this your girl?"

Wang Yanmei smiled and nodded: "Well, my eldest daughter." ”

"It's the first time I've been to the market." Uncle Pao skillfully packed two servings and handed them over, "It's hot, it's the most delicious time, I'll add an extra hemp ball to you, if you think it's delicious, come back next time." ”

Wang Yanmei took it in her hand and said politely: "Why do you want more from here." ”

Then he pushed Xu Qingzhi with his arm, "Don't say thank you yet." ”

Xu Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, and roared in his heart: Mom, I'm not a child anymore!

Xu Qingzhi: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Uncle Pao smiled and crooked, and was extremely kind.

Xu Qingzhi went to buy tofu brain again, and asked the old woman who sold tofu brain to add a little white sugar, she didn't like to eat too much white sugar, it was too sweet, and the light sweetness was good.

Wang Yanmei went to buy steamed buns, so she simply didn't make breakfast this morning, so she bought them back from the market to eat.

When she finished buying the buns, she turned her head to see that her daughter was carrying the previous oil goods, tofu brain, and two bags of small steamed buns.

Wang Yanmei couldn't help but want to nag, she obviously said that she wanted to buy steamed buns to eat, why did she still buy steamed buns, and she hadn't said this yet.

Xu Qingzhi said with a smile: "Mom, do you remember, when I was young, this uncle always rode a bicycle and shouted the horn to pass by our house, you bought me this brown sugar steamed bun, I haven't eaten it for a long time." ”

Wang Yanmei choked up, when she was a child, the family didn't have much money, and this little steamed bun was bought for the child twice in total, and she remembered it.

She said: "Eat, you have to like it, Mom will come back to the market to buy it and bring it back." ”

"Uh-huh." Xu Qingzhi nodded, couldn't help the greed in his heart, opened a bag and took a small steamed bun in his mouth and ate it, it was fluffy and soft and had a faint taste of brown sugar, it was the taste in his memory.

She put one in her mother's mouth, "Mom, you can eat one too, it's fragrant." ”

Wang Yanmei ate it in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it together with the previous choked sob.

"Is it delicious?"

Wang Yanmei nodded, "Well, it's delicious." ”

It's still in sheep, but the fever doesn't hurt anymore, and I can code words, and I'll resume normal updates later. I didn't want to stay up late.,Write that I've forgotten the time.,This chapter will be updated first.,Let's write the rest of the day.。

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