Chapter 11 Meeting a Nobleman 2
Feng asked Jiang Fenghu to carry the large basket filled with nearly half of pork, offal, and skin onto the car.
She shook her head and smiled again: "Look at what you said, village chief. My daughter is just prettier than usual. I can't afford to raise her, so she was given to me."
Although Feng felt happy when she heard the daughter being praised, she didn't know what Xiao Nuobao's life was like.
Thinking of the swaddling clothes made of brocade and the embroidered handkerchief made of silk, Feng felt vaguely that the daughter's background was very complicated, and she was afraid that talking nonsense would cause trouble.
The village chief smiled and pulled the reins, and couldn't help but say bad things behind her back.
"Look at your little daughter, and then look at the black girl in your second house who is always greedy and can't get enough food. In my grandson's words, what's the word... Yes, it's terrible!"
This time, there was no one else on the trip, only the village chief driving the ox cart.
The village chief smoked a dry pipe and made jokes along the way.
Looking at the black smoke coming out of the smoke pot, Xiao Nuobao felt a little stinging in her eyes. She stretched out her little hand and had to cover it, otherwise her tears would be smoked out.
At this time, the village chief saw it out of the corner of his eye and put down the pipe embarrassedly.
Seeing that he was getting thinner and thinner, Feng wanted to give him some advice: "Village chief, smoking too much of this dry tobacco is not good for your health. You are not young anymore, so you should smoke less."
The village chief wanted to control his hand that was about to raise the cigarette, but when he thought of his worries, he sighed and took two more puffs.
"It's not that I like to smoke this thing, but I'm worried. Jiang Laosan's family, you see that the land is getting drier day by day, and my vegetables can't stand it. If it doesn't rain, I guess I will have to stop delivering vegetables to people in the city."
Since the beginning of summer, the old man has not sent a single rain.
Although the villagers relied on carrying water from the river to irrigate the land and barely survived the autumn harvest, it would not be a good thing if it continued like this.
Feng had been looking forward to a heavy rain so that her fields could be thoroughly irrigated. Otherwise, it would be difficult to plant again next year if the drought was so severe.
When little Nuobao heard her mother sighing, she raised her furry little head and stared at the clear blue sky.
She couldn't help but mutter, "It's coming soon... Nuobao can see that within seven days, there will be a heavy rain~"
The village chief's eyes lit up when he heard this.
He smiled and knocked off the ashes from his cigarette holder, and finally put it down: "What this kid says is very pleasant to the ear, and the village chief feels comfortable even if he just listens to it. I'll take your good words and if it really rains in the next two days, I'll pick the best Chinese cabbage and lettuce and send a basket to your house!"
Little Nuobao narrowed his eyes and nodded his head confidently.
Thank you, village chief~
It seems that these vegetables must be sent.
In a flash, they arrived in the city. The village chief parked the ox cart at the tea shop in the east of the city, and carried two large baskets of green vegetables to the wine houses one by one.
Feng also held Little Nuobao and followed him to the street.
But when she reached the corner of the street, she turned a corner and did not follow the village chief to find a wine shop, but went to the butcher shop on the west side.
"Liang~" Xiao Nuobao blinked in confusion and pointed at the pork in the big basket: "Where are we going to sell this meat?"
Feng smiled and touched her head.
"We can't go to the wine shop. They usually only accept ingredients from regular customers. If we go there dressed like this, we might be ridiculed. So we take the meat to the butcher shop. They accept all meat, whether it is good meat or offal." Feng had dealt with the shops in the city several times and was obviously very experienced.
Xiao Nuobao nodded.
So he followed Feng and went to sell small money.
The streets of Yuncheng are bustling with people, and there are many vendors doing all kinds of business.
In this famine year, both food and meat are in great demand.
So as soon as Feng showed the fresh meat in the basket, she immediately attracted two butcher shops that were out of stock.
With her eloquent mouth, Feng quickly raised the price, and a basket of pork was sold for a little over two taels of silver.
Including the wild rabbit, it was a total of two and a half taels.
For farmers like them, this money was equivalent to nearly a year's expenses. Feng was very happy and took out the smallest piece of silver and gave it to Jiang Fenghu.
"Huzi, go to the grain store in front and buy 20 catties of millet and 40 catties of rice, and fill the rice jar when you go back."
Jiang Fenghu clenched the silver coin tightly with his eyes shining.
He almost forgot when he last had white rice.
Feng thought about it and added: "Wait a minute, add 10 catties of millet and rice. Your sister-in-law and your wife will go back to her parents' home in two days, let them take some back, so that they don't have to look at the faces of their brothers and sisters-in-law in their parents' home."
"Mom, then I would like to thank you on behalf of Qi Qiao." Jiang Fenghu was so moved that he had to say something nice even if he was not good at speaking.
After all, these days, a bowl of white rice can make half the children in the village cry, who would be willing to let their daughter-in-law go to her parents' home to eat this?
Mrs. Feng couldn't stand her son's sentimental talk, and said with a sigh: "Do you need to thank me? She is my daughter-in-law, a half-daughter of a lady! Go, go, go and buy it, don't be so mean to me."
Xiao Nuobao was amused by her mother's domineering and protective look. She liked her mother so much.
So she couldn't help but arch her bare head into her mother's neck and kissed her twice happily, leaving a large saliva stain.
Mrs. Feng touched the lady's head and smiled, and then she was about to go to the cloth shop.
But after just a few steps, Xiao Nuobao's eyes were attracted by a pair of "mother and son".
She saw a woman in shabby clothes and wretched appearance walking through the middle of the street, holding an unconscious boy under her armpit, and was in a hurry to get into the alley.
The child looked no more than five years old, and was surrounded by a thick black mist, like the dark clouds before a storm, which made people feel very depressed.
Xiao Nuobao frowned.
This was a change of luck. Whose brother is so pitiful?
Xiao Nuobao was about to sigh, but at this moment, she suddenly discovered that under the black mist, there was actually a golden dragon's aura hidden.
Although the dragon's aura was getting thinner and thinner, it still tightly wrapped around the unconscious child.
Little Nuobao bit his little finger in shock. This is the aura of an emperor. No wonder he was replaced!
Seeing that the girl suddenly got excited and twisted her little body anxiously, Feng quickly followed the girl's line of sight.
"What's wrong, Bao'er?" Feng frowned after seeing the woman: "Look, that person looks like a beggar. Are you scared?"
"Cool..." Little Nuobao quickly grabbed Feng's collar: "She doesn't look like...that person looks like a beggar, stop her!"
If she is not stopped, the child will be kidnapped by traffickers, and will fall into the countryside from then on, and will never be able to recover her fortune!
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