Every Sunday of the week, it is the market of Gouwei Town, and the nearby eight villages such as Liujia Village, Dongping Village, and Xuhu Village, from about four o'clock in the morning, there will be people driving tractors, carrying flat shoulders, leading cattle, sheep, chickens, geese and other miscellaneous commodities and goods, to the village gate of Maoer Village.

Aunts, aunts, uncles and aunts will walk to their fixed stalls by themselves, which is actually an open space in Maoer Village.

Along the entrance of the village, everyone will consciously vacate a road that can probably accommodate a car to pass through.

By about six o'clock, the vendors had already sorted out their goods and were just waiting for the customers to come to their door.

The elderly uncles and aunts in the village will put on the fresh vegetables they grow at home, as well as some chickens, ducks and eggs raised by the family, and some young and vigorous young men will also buy some daily necessities from some wholesale markets at this time to sell and earn a little business.

A simple life can also have simple happiness!

The morning sun is warm with a little fiery red, and the dew on the leaves is also dripping.

The shallow, yellowed path had a slight coolness, and the small cloth shoes stepped on it, making a slight friction sound.

The number of people outside the village is gradually increasing, there are old people and children, today is not only a market to buy daily necessities, but also a good day to come out and relax.

Yu Sheng stood at the entrance of the village and looked around, the six-year-old body was about one meter, a simple white cloth gown, with light gray coarse cloth shorts, carrying a bamboo basket about half a person high, bright eyes and bright teeth, and the end was as handsome and cute as a girl, but with a small inch on his head, he was young, but he showed a little more energy.

Bai Nen's face was full of doubts, and some people passing by him would praise: "Who is such a handsome child!"

It's just that the rest of his life has no time to pay attention to these, standing at the entrance of the village, watching the people coming and going in the gradually lively market, his little face is aggrieved, and he muttered: "What about Uncle Zhang who sells sugar gourds?"

Since the rest of his life was five years old, he basically came to the weekly market to buy ingredients and some daily necessities for his small nest, and of course, the most important thing was to sell two catties of rice wine to the old man at home.

Two pounds a week, no more, no less.

But since the rest of my life once tasted the strings of sugar gourds poured like sugar juice, I fell in love with this not expensive but sweet and delicious sugar skewers, and for the rest of my life, I would leave myself a few oceans every month, and then in the weekly market, I comforted my dull stomach.

After "waiting" again, he still didn't see the Uncle Zhang, and his mouth was deflated for the rest of his life, and he shook his body and ran to the market.

I walked straight to a stall and saw an electric tricycle parked there, and a dozen wine jars were placed on the car.

An old uncle, about 60 years old, was wearing a pair of freshly knitted straw sandals with his sleeves rolled up, rolled up his trouser legs, sitting in the front of the car, also holding a small smoking gun in his hand, and was spitting small smoke rings.

Seeing Xiao Yusheng walking to the stall with a bamboo basket on his back, a hint of a smile in his slightly cloudy eyes, and a smoke ring was spit out, the old man asked with a smile: "Is it Yu Sheng!

As the only stall selling alcohol here, Yu Sheng seems to be a regular here.

Yu Sheng tried his best to pretend to be a little adult, cleared his throat, and said with a smile: "Long time no see, Grandpa Liu, I bought wine for my old man." ”

"Or two pounds?"

"Two pounds!"

got the expected reply, the peddler known as Grandpa Liu happily accepted the cigarette gun in his hand and took out a spoon from the car.

Yu Sheng shook his little body and turned his back to Grandpa Liu.

The old man smiled again, took out two small jars from the bamboo basket behind Yu Sheng, and poured rice wine into a wine jar with two black characters on the car.

The wine "gurgling" flowed into the small jar, and Yu Sheng suddenly asked curiously: "Grandpa Liu, why didn't you see Uncle Zhang selling sugar gourds today?"

"Oh, you said Lao Zhang, it seems that he had a cold yesterday, what's the matter? Are you hungry for sugar gourds?" The old man's hands kept moving, just a teasing smile in his mouth.

Yu Sheng muttered embarrassedly: "What's the matter, I, I just care about Uncle Zhang!"

Listening to the defense of the rest of his life, the old man didn't break it, but continued with a smile: "Don't worry, Lao Zhangcheng's son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter have come to see him, and I heard that his granddaughter will come over to help him sell those sugar gourds today."

Lao Zhang has been talking about you, he prepared the sugar gourd yesterday, but he didn't expect his body to suddenly fall ill.

Hey, people are getting old, and the days are getting worse day by day!

Well, okay!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, the two small jars were also filled with rice wine, and he closed the lid and patted the little head of the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng squatted, dodged the old man's rough right hand, turned around and said dissatisfiedly: "Grandpa Liu, how many times have I told you, don't touch my head, otherwise I won't grow tall!"

The old man didn't mind at all, he just smiled even more happily, his old face was about to squint into a chrysanthemum, and said: "I know, I know, blame me, blame me, Xiao Yusheng will grow so big in a blink of an eye!haha!"

But the next moment, the old man sighed lightly and said with a smile: "Hey, your sugar gourd is here!

"Where, where?" asked the boss who was glared at him when he heard this, excitedly!

The old man raised his head, followed the old man's gaze, and Yu Sheng hurriedly looked over with the soles of his feet.

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The bustling bazaar is full of people, and the vendors on both sides are shouting to each other, buying things, selling things, laughing, bargaining, and the cries of chickens, ducks and geese who know that their fate is imminent.

The elderly, children, tall, short, white, black, fat, thin, all kinds of figures converge into a unique landscape.

A girl in an off-the-shoulder white dress struggled to weave through the crowd, clutching a wooden stick as thick as an arm, on which the straw wrapped in plastic film was filled with red and bright sugar gourds.

The girl seemed to be very nervous, and there was a hint of shyness on Ning Xue's skin, and her big moist and moving eyes dodged slightly, looking left and right as if she was shy and happy and curious.

Her eyes were full of curiosity and joy about new things, but because the sugar gourd in her hand seemed to have a bit of weight, the girl's delicate face and slender neck were slightly stained with dew like early morning dewdrops.

A waist-length black silk hair swayed slightly, and the hair was blown by the spring breeze in the early morning, and a few naughty green silks crossed the girl's beautiful face, but it couldn't hide the girl's first appearance of peerless elegance.

Passers-by, young and old, all had a look of amazement in their eyes.

This beautiful girl is like a lovely person who walked out of the painting, but the sugar gourd in her hand gives people a sense of intimacy, just like elves and fairies who have fallen into the mortal dust.

The rest of my life is still young, and I don't know what is beautiful and what is like.

It's just that the spring breeze that gets up early not only blows the girl's soft long hair, but also blows the heart of the six-year-old for the rest of her life!