Chapter 431 Selling Rice
"Dad, dad, can you help me sell it?" Jiang Kang's fair skin turned dark from picking up rice in the fields from morning till night.
Still a little red.
Like a sunburn.
Like a roast duck fresh out of the oven.
"Okay, Daddy will take you to town tomorrow and help you sell it. Then you can choose a gift for Fubao yourself."
What is my son thinking?
Jiang Zhuzi naturally knew.
He worked so hard to pick up the broken rice.
I guess he just wants to earn money to buy gifts for Fubao.
"Thank you, Dad." As expected.
Hearing this.
Jiang Kang was instantly happy.
The next day, the father and son left Jiangjia Village before sunrise.
When we arrived in town, it was exactly the morning hour.
At this time, there is a morning market on Caishi Street in the town.
Many vendors were selling things.
Jiang Zhuzi held his son in his arms, carried a small bamboo basket, and found a grain collector to sell the basket of broken rice.
It turned out to be fifteen cents.
"Son, you've made a lot of money. Tell me, what do you want to buy? Do you want to buy yourself a meat bun first?"
Jiang Zhuzi picked up the empty basket, put his son on the ground, and held his hand.
This is my first time visiting Jiangkang Town, and I feel everything is new and interesting.
His big eyes looked everywhere.
"No, I want to eat it. I want to buy it for Meimei." Jiang Kang shook his head.
Holding daddy's hand, we walked forward.
As we walked, we arrived at Caishi Street.
Along the way, various aromas filled Jiang Kang's nose.
He is so greedy.
Just look away and don't even look.
The father and son came to the Street of Decorative Cloth.
They didn't dare to go into the shop and could only look at the stalls on the street.
Jiang Kang was young, and after walking for a while, Jiang Zhuzi picked him up.
His line of sight also changed from looking up to looking down.
"Dad, Dad, stop, get off." When we arrived at Zhuanzhu Lane, there were stalls on both sides of the road.
Most of them sell jewelry, rouge and powder, but some also sell cloth and ready-made shoes.
Jiang Kang's eyes were looking at a stall.
Jiang Zhuzi walked over following his son's line of sight.
This stall is not placed on the ground.
It was supported by a wooden table.
If Jiang Kang stood on the ground, he wouldn't even be able to touch his head.
"This one looks good." Jiang Kang said, pointing to a hollow wooden lotus hairpin.
Don't be fooled by the fact that it's made of wood.
But this wood has a faint fragrance when you hold it in your hand.
The workmanship is also very good.
"You have a good eye. May I ask how much does this hairpin cost?" Jiang Zhuzi asked the stall owner on behalf of his son.
The stall owner is a woman.
The clothes and appearance are ordinary.
About forty years old.
There is always a smile on his face.
Therefore, there are many wrinkles.
"You are the first customer to ask for the price today. How about this? You don't have to pay it back. Just give me thirteen cents and that'll be your opening day."
The price the woman offered was neither high nor low.
If Jiang Zhuzi bought it himself, he might bargain and try to get a penny or two off.
But this was a gift from his son to Fubao, so he simply let his son decide for himself.
"Want to buy it?" Jiang Zhuzi lowered his head and asked his son.
"Buy it." Jiang Kang nodded immediately.
"Okay." Jiang Zhuzi put his son down.
Then he took out a copper coin from his waist, counted out thirteen coins, and handed it to the stall owner.
Then he took the hairpin and asked the stall owner for a piece of worthless linen, wrapped the hairpin and put it in the bamboo basket.
"Are you satisfied now? You still have two cents left. Do you want to save it or buy something delicious? Dad will listen to you." Jiang Zhuzi picked up his son again and left the Decorative Cloth Street.
He didn't stop walking while he spoke.
"Buy, that, oil, pancake."
Jiang Kang said softly and cutely.
"Okay, little glutton, Dad knows you want to eat, let's go."
The father and son returned to Caishi Street.
Coincidentally, the oil cake was sold for just two cents.
After handing the remaining money to the stall owner, Jiang Zhuzi stuffed the oil cake into his son's hand.
"Dad, dad, give it to you to eat." However, Jiang Kang refused.
"Huh? Don't you want to eat fried cakes?" Jiang Zhuzi didn't understand.
"I bought this for my dad. I earned it myself. It belongs to you and Meimei."
It was really difficult for Jiang Kang to say such a long speech.
He just passed by here and saw his father looking at the pancake stall.
I just kept it in mind.
These words made Jiang Zhuzi, a strong man, instantly turn red in the eyes.
The money my son worked hard to earn for several days.
I didn't spend a penny.
Just thinking about him and Fubao.
He deserves to have such a good son because of the good deeds he has accumulated over several generations.
Thinking about all the messes I did in the past.
He was so embarrassed.
"Okay, Daddy will eat it, but Kang'er also wants to eat it. We two grandpas will have half each." Jiang Zhuzi put his son on his neck.
Let Jiang Kang ride on his neck and hold his head.
Then break the pancake in half.
The father and son each took half of the pancake and ate it as they walked out of the city.
Both of them had big smiles on their faces.
Time quickly came to the 25th.
Jiang's Snack Shop is closed for one day.
Everyone in the Jiang family stayed at home to accompany Jiang Fubao.
The servants decorated the courtyard and cleaned the garden.
People passing by who didn't know would have thought that the Jiang family had a daughter getting married.
So festive.
"Grandma, there's no need to make it so grand. How many people have you invited?" Jiang Fubao looked at the dozen or so tables set up in the garden and the courtyard at the entrance. All of them were borrowed from neighbors and carried from the shop.
She is eight, not ten.
It’s so grand.
That's a bit exaggerated.
"Grandma didn't explain it clearly. Here we don't count the age as ten. We count the age as eight." Zhang Jinlan made the number eight gesture with her hand.
"Eight? What does that mean?" Jiang Fubao didn't understand.
"Instead of acting like ten years old, we all act like eight years old. How stupid." Jiang Tongtu came back from school yesterday.
He held the bowl, took a mouthful of noodles, and rolled his eyes at Jiang Fubao.
"Fifth brother, today is my birthday. If you make me cry, be careful or grandma will beat you up!" Jiang Fubao deliberately threatened him.
"Aunt, I know I was wrong." Jiang Tongtu admitted it immediately.
If he makes his sister cry.
Don't talk about grandma.
The whole family had to take turns beating him.
He is not stupid.
"Hahahaha, Fifth Brother, you're so sad. By the way, where is my gift?" Jiang Fubao stretched out his hands.
He raised his chin slightly and asked Jiang Tongtu for a gift.
"I'm in my room. Don't worry. How could Fifth Brother forget to send you off? Now that you've finished breakfast, go back and dress up, or you'll be too late."
It's past the hour of Chen.
Jiang Fubao didn't even comb his hair.
"Okay, then I'll go back and change my clothes and let mother comb my hair." Jiang Fubao let him go.
Took Xuehuan back to the second courtyard.
The sun climbed higher and higher.
The garden was cleaned by the servants.
Those blooming flowers seemed to be celebrating Jiang Fubao's birthday.
On the corridor, there are rows of small lanterns and ribbons made of colorful gauze hanging.
Blown by the wind.
It's so beautiful.
Jiang Fubao, who was dressed up, came over from the second courtyard with his parents Xue Huan.
See this scene.
Stunned.
"Wow, they are so beautiful, Quan'er, who made these ribbons?"
Jiang Fubao lifted her skirt and trotted to the corridor.