the next day.

Ye Yun was having breakfast when Tian Xiaohui barged into the courtyard with two young women she was with.

"Sister-in-law! The October temple fair in Maolou Brigade has started! I heard there's even an opera troupe coming this year, and lots of other fun things to do. Do you want to go?"

temple fair?

Staying at home was indeed a bit boring. Ye Yun turned to Qin Zheng and asked, "Shall we go?"

Qin Zheng said, "If you want to go, then let's go."

As he spoke, he broke the peeled white egg in his hand in half, handed one half to her, and put the other half into a bowl. He then mashed it with a spoon before placing it in front of her.

See how considerate she is?

If Ye Yun hadn't already had an egg she hadn't finished eating...

Before I could finish what I had in my hand, another half was stuffed into my hand.

Qin Zheng noticed her protest, smiled, and tapped her nose gently, saying in a tender tone, "Eggs are nutritious; they'll make you strong."

All right.

Speaking of going to the temple fair, Ye Yun turned to look for Lao Si and the old lady. If she and Qin Zheng weren't home, they would have to be extra careful.

However, the entrance to the main room was empty.

Ye Yun then realized that she hadn't seen the fourth son and the old lady since she woke up.

"Grandma was fussing about wanting to see a play, so Fourth Brother took her there early this morning," Qin Zheng explained.

Oh, I see.

Qin Zheng patted her head. "Eat first, then I'll take you there. Auntie went to Maolou to sell mung bean cakes today too."

The temple fair is crowded, and one day's business can be equivalent to several days' business in town. You can also meet many new customers. Once the reputation of mung bean cakes is established, many people may make a special trip to town to buy them.

That's what Qin Xiang'e thought.

So she started working last night, making several times more mung bean cakes than usual, and rushed to Maolou early this morning.

She has now changed her mode of transportation for selling mung bean cakes from a bicycle to a tricycle. The main reason is that the bicycle is not big enough to carry all the mung bean cakes. The tricycle can hold more mung bean cakes, while the bicycle is for her fourth son to ride.

No wonder.

Yesterday, Qin Xiang'e was busy until the early hours of the morning. When Ye Yun got up to use the outhouse in the middle of the night, she saw Qin Xiang'e and Lao Si working in the kitchen.

The annual temple fair in October attracts crowds from all around, with people eager to squeeze in.

In the past, regulations were strict, and speculation was not allowed. People had to go to the town's supply and marketing cooperative to buy things.

Later, when the system was relaxed, very few people actually went to townships or county towns. They were honest and hardworking all their lives, and most of them were more used to staying in the mountains, tending to their small plot of land, and waiting for the annual temple fair to buy things for their families.

The temple fair, with its wide variety of goods, naturally became a place for the exchange of goods.

The adults mostly bought farm tools for their homes, such as shovels, picks, sickles, and woodworking tools.

The children were just there for the fun of it.

Some families with better financial conditions, or those who love their children, will spend a few dollars to buy their children a couple of new outfits for the New Year.

...

The place was bustling with noise and activity.

Ye Yun held Qin Zheng's large, warm hand tightly. She followed behind him, watching him lead the way, while she obediently followed behind him.

Actually, she had attended the temple fair in October.

She was still young then, and her maternal grandfather was still alive.

Grandpa would hold her hand and walk for miles along the mountain road to the bustling temple fair. He would spend two cents to buy her a bowl of cold noodles mixed with chili powder, watching her eat with gusto, yelling from the spiciness, and smiling with her eyes squinted.

When it was time to go back, she acted spoiled and refused to walk, so the old man put her in the bamboo basket on his back, letting her squeeze in with the newly bought items and her new clothes, and carried her home on his back.

Unfortunately, before she could even put on her new clothes, Liu Meilan snatched them away from Ye Xue.

Now, holding Qin Zheng's hand and walking among the bustling crowd again, she felt as if she had returned to the time when her grandfather led her, a little girl, through the crowds at the temple fair.

At that time, she had no idea that she would experience so many complicated things in the future.

"Honey, do you want some cold noodles?"

Qin Zheng took her hand and stopped in front of a cold jelly stall. He looked down and asked her with a smile.

In the pot at the stall in front of me, mung bean jelly was being stir-fried. A layer of oil and water poured on top made a sizzling sound. Small pieces of mung bean jelly were poured in, and soon they emitted a fragrant aroma.

Sprinkle with chili powder, and it's served to the guests sitting under the shed at the back.

The stall owner was an old man in his fifties or sixties. Seeing Qin Zheng and her stop in front of his stall, he greeted them with a smile, just like many years ago: "Would you like a bowl of cold noodles? It's delicious!"

Qin Zheng said, "One serving, please."

"Okay!"

The stall owner immediately agreed and quickly sliced ​​a portion of cold noodles and poured it into the pot.

Ye Yun asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'll just eat what you leave behind." Qin Zheng replied naturally, raising his hand to gently pinch her cheek. "You ate two eggs and drank a bowl of chicken porridge this morning, so you definitely can't finish this bowl of cold noodles. One bowl is enough for the two of us. When you go to a temple fair, you just have to try some food. There are still a lot of delicious things waiting for you later. Don't be greedy and eat too much, or you won't be able to try the good things later."

Ye Yun blushed.

It wasn't like she insisted on eating it; he clearly forced it on her.

Qin Zheng noticed her protest and couldn't help but chuckle. "How can home-cooked meals be the same as food outside? Home-cooked meals are for your nutrition, so you have to eat them. Food outside is just snacks, something to taste."

After saying that, he considerately added to the boss, "Boss, put in less chili powder."

"Okay!"

The boss agreed and, in a gruff voice amidst the rising smoke, told them to sit in the back.

Food vendors usually set up a canopy behind their stalls with a large cotton cloth, and put out a few small tables and stools for customers to sit down and eat.

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