Xu Qingzhi drove a tricycle to Daji Village. It was not considered early to arrive at this time, and many stalls were already occupied.

Wang Yanmei hurried to grab the ribs. She had to hurry to get these fresh and delicious ribs, otherwise they would be gone.

Xu Qingzhi accompanied his grandfather and found a place at an intersection. He took the snakeskin bag and spread it on the ground. He took out bunches of green onions and placed them on the ground. Only about ten bunches of water onions were needed, and the rest were placed in a basket, and then replenished after people bought some.

There are fixed stalls in the market, but you have to pay.

You don’t have to pay for this location along the road. Most of the vegetables are grown at home, so you just need to find a place to put them.

The woman selling vegetables next to me greeted me in a familiar way: "Hey, is this your granddaughter?"

"Yes." Xu Dongru nodded with a smile.

"These days, all the young people in the village go out to work, and even if they come back, they tend to sleep in at home. Your granddaughter comes so early to accompany you to sell vegetables. She is a good child." The aunt gave a thumbs up and praised.

Although Xu Qingzhi just happened to run into her grandfather, there was no need for her to tell outsiders everything.

Xu Dongru listened to others praising her child with a particularly happy smile on her face, saying, "She's a good child. My granddaughter is very good to me. She thinks of me for all the good things, and..."

Xu Qingzhi sat in the middle, listening to his grandfather praising himself to strangers, with a little embarrassment on his face.

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

"How much is this shallot?"

Xu Dongru finally stopped talking and said, "Fifty cents a bunch."

The curly-haired aunt squatted down, picked and chose, and finally picked out a few bunches: "How about three bunches for one dollar? The ones selling water onions over there are all three bunches for one dollar."

Xu Dongru took out a plastic bag and put it in her pocket. "Okay, since this is a business, I'll give you a discount."

Aunt Curly took the bag, put a dollar bill on the water plantain and left.

Xu Dongru took the one dollar, and took out a roll of money from his jacket pocket, counted it, and handed a handful of change to Xu Qingzhi, "It's so early, you must not have had breakfast yet, go in and have a bowl of noodles."

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

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

Grandpa waved his hand and let her go.

Before Xu Qingzhi had walked far, he heard the old lady's voice again.

"Has your granddaughter found a boyfriend? She's so pretty, with delicate skin and tender flesh. There's a young man in our village who is a retired soldier. He's tall and mighty, and he should be about the same age as your granddaughter."

This... is a topic that cannot be avoided anywhere.

Xu Dongru said, "There's no rush to find my granddaughter for now." The old lady didn't say anything else after that.

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

Because this is not a formal stall, unless you stop in front of the stall to buy vegetables, if you walk in the middle, you can only follow the flow of people, otherwise you will block the road.

When you get to the stalls at the market, the road becomes a little wider.

The market is divided into three parts. The outermost part sells fish, chickens and ducks, which smell particularly strong.

A little further ahead is a half-open cement stall, which mainly sells meat. The half-cement stall in the front, which is supported by a large steel frame, sells clothes, children's toys, stationery and food.

Actually, the market stalls were originally built in one piece, and there was also a steel frame shed. However, during the ice disaster in 2008, half of the shed was crushed by the snow, and later when it was repaired, only cement stalls were built, and no steel frame shed was built.

Xu Qingzhi planned to eat something and headed straight to the center of the market.

On both sides of a very large aisle, there were breakfast stalls, one selling steamed buns, one selling fried food, three noodle stalls, a stall selling tofu pudding with two wooden barrels on its shoulder, and one selling steamed buns on an electric bicycle with a familiar box tied to the back rack.

Xu Qingzhi remembered that her mother had originally wanted to set up a noodle stall at the market, but later said that the noodle business was not easy to do because the competition was too fierce.

This is really intense. Such a small market has developed three noodle stalls...

I heard from her mother before that there is some grudge between these three noodle stalls.

At first, my sister-in-law was the one who ran the noodle stall. Later, my second sister-in-law saw that she was making money, so she also opened a noodle stall and made some fresh rice tofu. My third sister-in-law saw that her two sisters-in-law were making money running noodle stalls, so she opened her own and offered a half-price discount for children to eat noodles.

The three sons originally lived with their parents, but after this incident, they all started living separately.

Xu Qingzhi looked at the three noodle stalls, each busy with their own business, and each with its own tables and chairs of different colors, and felt that the atmosphere was delicately balanced. Fortunately, her mother did not get involved, otherwise she would probably be used as a punching bag by the three sisters-in-law, which would have promoted the harmony of the sisters-in-law's relationship.

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

There aren't many profitable businesses in the village. Seeing someone in the family making money, one would naturally want to make money in the same way.

So Xu Qingzhi heard her grandfather say yesterday that her second uncle wanted to come to her house to find out about her family's profitable business and take it over.

She wasn't too surprised.

Because soon it will not only be the second uncle's family who will have this idea. The more people who know that her family makes money, the more people will have this idea.

But she didn't care.

Rather than someone stealing her business, she was more concerned about whether she would eat steamed buns this morning, or green onion oil rings, or small steamed buns with brown sugar. Next to the bun stall stood a large stove with a large pot of hot oil on it and freshly fried food on the shelf.

Xu Qingzhi could smell the fragrance even from two or three meters away.

Maybe it was because she hadn’t eaten it for a long time. Even though it smelled very greasy, she just thought it smelled good and walked over accordingly.

"Boss, two scallion oil rings and two sesame balls in one serving, four servings I want." Xu Qingzhi swallowed.

"What do you need so much for? It's a waste if you can't finish it." Wang Yanmei suddenly appeared with the dishes and shouted to the boss, "Uncle Pao, two servings will be enough."

"Okay, sister Yanmei, is this your daughter?"

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

"This is the first time I've seen it at the market." Uncle Pao skillfully packed two portions and handed them over. "It's still hot and tastes the best. I added an extra sesame ball for you. If you think it tastes good, come back next time."

Wang Yanmei took it and said politely, "How can I ask for more from you?"

Then he pushed Xu Qingzhi with his arm and said, "Why don't you say thank you now?"

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 with his eyes curved, looking particularly kind.

Xu Qingzhi went to buy tofu pudding again and asked the old lady who was selling it to add less white sugar. She didn't like food with too much white sugar, as it was too sweet and a light sweetness was fine.

Wang Yanmei went to buy buns. She decided not to make breakfast this morning and just bought some buns from the market.

After she bought the buns, she turned around and saw her daughter holding the fried goods, tofu pudding, and two bags of steamed buns.

Wang Yanmei couldn't help but want to nag. She clearly said she wanted to buy steamed buns, so why did she buy steamed buns instead? She hadn't even started her mouth yet.

Xu Qingzhi smiled and said, "Mom, do you remember when I was little, this uncle always rode his bicycle and honked as he passed by our house. You bought me this little brown sugar bun, and I haven't eaten it for a long time."

Wang Yanmei choked up for a moment. Her family didn't have much money when she was a child, and she only bought this steamed bun for her child twice, and she remembered it both times.

She said, "Eat it. If you like it, I'll buy some for you next time I go to the market."

"Yeah." Xu Qingzhi nodded. Unable to resist the greed in his heart, he opened a bag, took a small steamed bun and started eating it. It was soft and fluffy with a light taste of brown sugar. It was definitely the taste in his memory.

She put one next to her mother's mouth and said, "Mom, you should eat one too. It's delicious."

Wang Yanmei put it in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it with a sob.

"Is it tasty?"

Wang Yanmei nodded, "Yeah, it's delicious."

I'm still sick, but the fever has subsided and the pain is gone. I can write now and will resume normal updates later. I didn't want to stay up late, and I forgot the time while writing. I'll update this chapter first and write the rest during the day.

(End of this chapter)