Driving from Shanghe Village to Qingyuan County, you will pass through Cangwu Town.
Su Hua sat on the carriage shaft, swinging her legs idly. It was only early morning, and a thin layer of white mist still shrouded the air. At the entrance of the town, built of bluestone, the morning market was already bustling.
Various stalls lined the streets one after another, and the vendors' shouts seemed even more enthusiastic than the food on the stalls.
"Selling steamed buns! Hot, big meat buns, only two coins each. Buying one is a steal!"
"Steamed buns! Soft and fluffy steamed buns, one coin each, one coin less than small meat buns, and more filling!"
"Selling mutton soup! Hot mutton soup so delicious it'll make your tongue tingle! Five coins a bowl, with meat, vegetables, and soup! More substantial than meat buns, tastier than steamed buns!"
"Spicy stir-fried snails! Spicy and fragrant snails, the same large rock snails caught from the same river as the snails enjoyed by the Su siblings in Shanghe Village. One copper coin for one ounce of snails, nine copper coins for a pound, more affordable than steamed buns, bread, or mutton soup..."
The girl, who was listening intently to the vendors pulling and stomping on each other, suddenly perked up.
It's understandable to criticize her, but to name her and even reveal her home address is simply too unethical!
And the voice sounds somewhat familiar.
She stood on tiptoe and looked up, and saw Widow Liu with Liu Chunniu, loudly hawking their wares at the old Su family's snail stall. In front of them was a large bucket of spicy stir-fried snail meat, and she could vaguely see the bright red chilies and green chives in the snail meat.
Just looking at its appearance, it is indeed quite tempting.
Next to Liu's snail meat stall, there were several other stalls selling stir-fried snails of various kinds.
Stir-fried snails with garlic, pan-fried snail slices with perilla, spicy snails with cilantro, and stir-fried snails with vinegar.
One by one, the stall owners craned their necks and shouted their wares. Among them was a familiar face, the middle-aged man whom Old Su had met on the second day of selling boiled snails. Su Hua vaguely remembered that before he left with a load of boiled snails, he had confidently claimed that he would definitely come up with a recipe for boiled snails.
Well, judging from the cilantro and spicy snails in front of him, he probably hasn't figured out the recipe for this flavorful snail dish yet.
Nowadays, although the competition among snail vendors is fierce, it seems that business is doing quite well at each stall.
It's much better than the business of simply selling vegetables and wild greens next door.
Now that her own snail business has come to an end, Su Hua never expected that she could still single-handedly boost the livelihoods of these people. It must be admitted that the ancients were very intelligent, at least their ability to imitate was exceptional.
"Sizzle!"
Suddenly, the oxcart made a turn, its wheels scraping against a stone, producing a screeching sound and causing the cart to lurch violently.
"Miss Su, be careful!"
Su Hua was sitting on the cart shaft, looking up towards the town entrance. Hearing the sound, she tried to sit up straight, but it was too late. Her whole body was thrown forward uncontrollably along with the oxcart.
"Ouch, that hurts..." The straight bridge of my nose hit the hard lump and instantly turned red.
She instinctively reached out and grabbed forward with both hands.
She was holding onto something hard and concave, a few degrees cooler than her fingertips.
With a gentle squeeze, it feels quite nice, firm and elastic, making it almost irresistible.
However, the temperature under her hands seemed to gradually rise as she kneaded, and a muffled groan came from above her head.
The girl's fingertips paused, and she was about to open her eyes when she heard Chunhua's childish voice, "Auntie, do you also get carsick? But if you get carsick, shouldn't Uncle Jinhan be holding you? Why are you holding Uncle Jinhan?"
"What?" Su Hua suddenly opened her eyes.
All I could see was a clear blue sky.
Looking up slightly, one could see that Xiao Jinhan, who should have been sitting in the driver's seat, had somehow moved to the side and behind the old ox, holding the oxcart reins at an angle.
Her hands were tightly wrapped around Xiao Jinhan's waist and abdomen!
This realization involuntarily brought back the scene she had seen behind the cabin yesterday morning: a taut, strong waistline, glistening water droplets, and a figure that was half-concealed, half-revealed...
Moreover, she seemed to have dreamt about it last night, and in the dream, she seemed to have touched someone...
But this morning I was awakened by the scent of Lou Shan apricots and for a moment forgot the scene in my dream.
Now, the thought of it overwhelms her with a wave of shame.
Her fair face turned bright red in the blink of an eye, like a shrimp.
"Well, um... Auntie does get a little carsick." Su Hua chuckled awkwardly, quickly releasing the man's waist and stepping back into the carriage. She casually changed the subject, "Does Chunhua also get carsick? Would you like to sit on the carriage shaft and get some fresh air?"
“I don’t get carsick.” Chunhua shook her head gently, sighing like a little adult. “It’s my mother who often gets carsick. Every time she does, my father holds her like this, and once he holds her, she doesn’t feel carsick anymore.”
"Your mother gets carsick? But she almost never travels by car." Upon hearing this, Su Hua's blush gradually faded.
Since renting the oxcart from the old village chief, Su Erhu often drove it to Cangwu Town, but Qian Shi had been at home most of the time and had no chance to ride in the cart, so how could she get carsick?
Chunhua's eyes were also puzzled. "Several times when I was woken up from the kang (a heated brick bed), I saw my father hugging my mother. She always said that she was carsick and that's why she needed to be hugged."
Motion sickness on the kang (heated brick bed)?
Su Hua's brow twitched as she listened, and the blush that had finally faded from her face intensified.
What kind of car makes you dizzy on the kang (heated brick bed)?
Although she was single until her death in her previous life, she never ate pork, but she had seen pigs run.
Her second brother and sister-in-law are really something... Chunhua even saw them.
It's one thing to see it, but to give such a lame excuse is another.
Now look what happened; it's truly indescribable how she managed to change the subject so skillfully.
Su Hua couldn't help but steal a glance at the man driving the carriage ahead, only to see that he was sitting ramrod straight, seemingly not understanding their conversation at all.
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