On the sixth day of the fifth lunar month, as the moonlight began to lighten, the village dogs and roosters started to crow.
Squeak.
Since transmigrating, Chen Xian has been a light sleeper.
No, I should say that since I stopped using cell phones, I don't have much to do at night, so I go to bed around 7 or 8 pm.
The dough hasn't been steamed yet; we need to hurry and make it before dawn so we can catch the village's only public oxcart to the market.
I got up late, so I had to walk there, which was dozens of miles away.
It's noisy from the kitchen.
Chen Xian had an idea. The weather was hot, so he could only make and sell the noodles on the same day.
After getting up and dressing, I saw a cloud of steam rising from the kitchen.
The woman, with a coarse cloth headscarf wrapped around her head, busied herself steaming dough while tending a fire.
Chen Xian walked up to the woman and greeted her casually, "Good morning."
She is a diligent woman.
Su Liniang was somewhat surprised and replied, "Good morning, husband."
Chen Xian: "Thank you for your hard work, Li Niang."
Su Liniang: "It's not hard work."
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Hmm, it's not bitter."
"..."
Chen Xian brushed his teeth haphazardly with salt water and willow twigs to indicate that he had finished brushing.
At this time, the Chen family members also began to get up one after another.
Su Shuangshuang rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned, "Sister, why were so many women in the village crying yesterday? It was so noisy and disruptive, not letting anyone have a moment's peace even in the middle of the night."
Cuihua glanced awkwardly at Chen Xian, then quietly pulled the girl who was only two years older than her and whispered, "Auntie, this is the village rule. Whenever a new bride marries in, she must be beaten up first to establish her discipline, so that she won't act arrogantly at home later."
The little girl was no longer sleepy, patted her chest, and looked relieved.
Fortunately, I didn't marry into that kind of peasant family.
Otherwise, you'd just torture yourself to death.
In comparison, although Chen Xian is a bit old, at least he didn't start hitting people as soon as he walked in.
She was filled with happiness, and even the way she looked at Chen Xian was warm.
Perhaps the girl had gained some courage and found Chen Xian to be easygoing. With a warm smile, she grinned and said, "Husband, you are so good."
Being friend-zoned first thing in the morning makes my heart pound.
Chen Xian waved his hand, "No, I'm a villain. If you don't believe me, ask Erzhuzi at home."
When a popular male character is praised by a female character, especially if the female character and the male character have a romantic or ambiguous relationship, it's a sign of a romantic relationship.
The audience generally agrees that the two are a couple.
In Japanese anime, female characters giving male characters "friend cards" and making such a statement suggests that the male protagonist has the potential to become a NTR (Netorare, a Japanese term for a male character who is essentially a necromancer).
This is like feeding the readers a dose of goodness.
Chen Erzhu was about to wash his face when he heard this. He nodded calmly and whispered, "Yes, Dad... is a good-for-nothing."
Su Shuangshuang's brain almost overheated. Don't people like being praised these days?
Furthermore, the relationship between this father and son is far too strange.
A broken earthenware pot was bubbling with steam, filled with millet, and rice oil was oozing out from the broken edges.
After the Chen family finished eating, Chen Xian, along with Chen Erzhu, prepared to go to the market.
Just as they were about to leave, Chen Dashui came over wearing a straw hat.
"Brother Xian, why don't you take my oxcart to Daxing Town? My dad wants me to go into town to buy rice and flour."
Chen Xian suddenly realized and remembered it.
As dawn broke and the stars were already visible in the sky, Chen Xian lay on the cart floor, a foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, deep in thought.
After about half an hour, we finally arrived in town.
At this time, there were still not many people in the town, along with those selling sesame cakes and porridge.
They carried down three small stools and two bowls, and waited silently until the sun rose.
After another hour or so, the flow of people gradually increased.
"Wild vegetable buns, piping hot buns, one penny each."
"Rice wine, sweet rice wine, one penny a bowl."
"Wild vegetable pancakes, big and sweet, one penny each."
"Porridge, one penny a bowl."
Chen Erzhu asked with some worry, "Father, will this work?"
Chen Xian was also pondering this, since this was his first time setting up a stall, and if he failed, it would easily dampen his enthusiasm for starting a business.
All they could do was shout loudly: "Cold skin noodles, delicious and inexpensive cold skin noodles, cool and refreshing, only three coins a bowl."
And you know what? That shout really did attract quite a few onlookers.
"Ah, sir, this thing is shiny and looks really nice. How much is it?"
The word "grandpa" almost made Chen Xian withdraw into himself, but he has now desensitized to it.
"Three coins a bowl, or you don't have to pay if you don't like it."
The passerby hesitated; three coins was too expensive, and shook his head, about to leave.
Chen Xian chuckled and said, "Brother, have some to try first. My family has been doing this for 35 years. We used to sell it in the countryside, but now we've run into some problems at home, so we can only sell it on the street."
As he spoke, Chen Xian quickly cut the cold noodles into strips, mixed in the seasonings, and thoughtfully placed a small pinch of chili sauce on the edge.
Passerby A tentatively tried it, and his eyes suddenly lit up again. He clicked his tongue in amazement: "It's really good."
Chen Xian smiled and said, "Would you like to try a bowl? This is our first day of business, how about I sell you a bowl for two coins?"
Passerby A said shyly, "Excuse me, I don't have any money on me."
Chen Xian laughed and said, "It's nothing. Maybe you're not used to the spiciness of that green chili sauce. Food is a matter of personal taste. Some people like spicy food, some like sweet and sour food, some like bitter food... It's perfectly normal."
These words made the young man, who was trying to get something for free, feel embarrassed.
He made an excuse to pee and left.
Two or three groups of people came and went before leaving.
The uncle selling sesame cakes smiled and said, "Brother, you're overcharging. Two coins a bowl would be more reasonable. Your stuff is too expensive; I'm afraid not many people will eat it."
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