"We can find out by asking. We can find the stall where the woman bought the hat and return it to her at the original price. We haven't worn it anyway."

As Xiao Yutang spoke, he looked at the bustling street and felt a little confused again.

The market economy has only been open for a few years, and the management of street stalls and shops is not particularly standardized. All stalls are placed randomly, regardless of area.

The two children looked around and saw all kinds of stalls, some selling roasted sweet potatoes, some selling shoes, some selling rice, some selling flour...

All the stalls were put together without any classification. It was bustling and messy.

The place where they saw live chickens being sold yesterday has become a place selling vegetables today; the place where they saw wash basins being sold yesterday has become a place selling kitchen knives today...

There were also people selling candied haws with straw baskets, and people walking around selling small toys with baskets on their shoulders. It was a dazzling sight, but I didn't see anyone selling hats or scarves.

Next to them is a stall selling spicy noodles.

Xiao Yutang is older and had an impression of the city's streets from his early years. In the past few years, he had never seen anyone selling spicy noodles, nor had he seen anyone around him eating them.

The owner of the spicy noodle stall is busy making spicy noodle.

There was an oil pan on a small coal stove, and the boss was putting star anise, bay leaves, and scallions into it. The coals turned red, the oil pan was boiling, and the spices inside were sizzling and bubbling.

The proprietress was preparing the seasoning, mixing salt, sugar, Sichuan pepper powder, pepper powder, fennel, cumin powder, chili powder, minced garlic, white sesame seeds, and light soy sauce together and stirring evenly.

After the spices are fried, the boss picks out the spice residue, scoops up the oil soaked with the aroma of spices with a big spoon and pours the fried oil in batches, stirring as he pours. Every time he pours it in, there is a sizzling sound and hot steam.

Finally, a big pot of spicy noodles was prepared. The proprietress poured the steamed beef tendon noodles into it and kept stirring it with long chopsticks. The men, women and children gathered around the stall and couldn't wait to eat.

The proprietress was smiling.

"Children, don't worry. Auntie's spicy noodles are very popular here. This pot is just right. Wait for Auntie to mix it and sprinkle some white sesame seeds. This pot is still the same as before, strong, fragrant and spicy."

"Okay!" The children clenched the change in their hands and waited.

Xiao Yutang and Xiao Yu were smelling the aroma coming from the spicy noodle stall and couldn't stop swallowing.

"OK, after we return our hats and scarves, we'll come buy some spicy noodles."

"good!"

Both Xiao Yutang and Xiao Yuzheng were filled with anticipation.

The two boys continued walking hand in hand on the street, and finally found a stall selling hats and scarves.

"Hey, it's you." The stall owner greeted Xiao Yutang and Xiao Yuzheng when he saw them.

Xiao Yuzheng frowned. He had no recollection of having seen this stall owner before.

After the reform and opening up, people no longer have to worry about being labeled as traitors, and more and more people choose to create a good life with their own hands.

As more people do business, there are more unfamiliar faces in the city.

In the past, Xiao Yutang knew every neighbor on the street, but now it is not necessarily the case. For example, he has no impression of the owner of this wool stall.

"Do you know us?" Xiao Yutang asked.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his early fifties. He was very friendly and shook his head with a smile.

"I don't know you, but I recognize the hats and scarves in your hands. Your mother bought them from me. I also know that you are eight and three years old.

Your mother really cares about you. She asked me what size hats my eight-year-old and three-year-old boys should wear. She also said that you like blue and asked me for a blue one. The best and most expensive one is the one you have.

Xiao Yutang was stunned after hearing what the stall owner said, and he tightened his grip on his hat and scarf.

"Uncle, how much are this hat and scarf?" Xiao Yuzheng asked. He was still waiting to sell the hat so that he could buy spicy noodles with the money.

The stall owner smiled.

"This is the most expensive thing I have here. The hat is 1.2 yuan each, and the scarf is 1 yuan each. Your mother just wants to pick the best. She doesn't want anything inferior. She also said that she will buy it for you when you grow up. Why don't you wear it? Your mother chose it."

"Uncle, then let's... ah, brother, where are you taking me?"

Before Xiao Yuzheng could finish his words, he was pulled away by Xiao Yutang.

The stall owner didn't call them and continued to greet the customers in front of his stall.

"You see, that mother treats her child so well that she asked for the best right away. What you bought is not the best, so why are you bargaining so hard with me?"

After hearing what the stall owner said, Xiao Yutang ran faster.

He ran all the way to the entrance of the alley before stopping, Xiao Yuzheng was already panting.

"Brother, why don't you return it? The hat is 1.2 yuan, and the scarf is 1 yuan, you can buy a lot of spicy strips." Xiao Yuzheng said while looking at the spicy strips stall not far away.

There were also children buying spicy strips. After taking the strips from the proprietress, they stuffed them into their mouths and bit one end of the strips. The spicy strips were very strong and they had to be bitten and moved their heads left and right several times before they could be bitten off. They made noises while they were chewing in their mouths.

Xiao Yutang also kept swallowing his saliva, but he turned Xiao Yuzheng's head back to prevent him from looking.

"Why should we return it? Didn't you hear what the stall owner said? That woman will buy hats from us again in the future. If we return it, that woman will definitely know about it and she will never buy hats from us again. How can we collect rent then? We won't return it!"

"What about the spicy noodles..."

"I don't want to eat anymore!"

"What about these hats and scarves?"

"Wear it!"

As Xiao Yutang spoke, he put Xiao Yuzheng's little hat on his head and put a scarf around it.

After doing this, put on your hat and scarf.

Don’t mention it, it’s really warm, soft and comfortable.

…

Shen Huanxi wore a Changan Changning and took Uncle Zhang's farm vehicle back to the village. The village committee knew her purpose and quickly prepared a letter of introduction.

The former village chief Li, now Director Li, looked at Chang'an and Changning and smiled kindly.

"Chang'an and Changning are wearing new clothes again. They look like city girls now. They are so pretty."

"Thank you, village chief!"

The sorghum harvest is almost over, and everyone is not as busy as before. When they heard that Shen Huanxi had returned to the village, many people came to see him.

Seeing that Chang'an and Changning were much happier than before, everyone in the village gave their blessings sincerely and said that Shen Huanxi had made the right marriage. At least the two children were living well, unlike before, when they were scolded all day and always looked sad.

Seeing that there was still time, and Uncle Zhang would have to wait a while before going to the city for the second time to deliver agricultural products, Shen Huanxi simply chatted with everyone in front of the village committee.

Aunt Peng couldn't help but stand up for the injustice.

"But Huanxi, you really don't want the Feng family's house anymore? You worked so hard to build it, why would you give it to that big family when you've never even lived in it?"

After hearing what Aunt Peng said, everyone couldn't help but say a few words.

"The Feng family is not human. Don't you know that Aunt Yao made a lot of new clothes for Widow Li and Feng Fulong. They are all made of the best new materials. They are much better than what we are wearing. She lives in the house you built. She has never been so good to you and Chang'an and Changning in the past."

"Isn't it? And where does she get the money? The fields at home are all barren, and she has never worked. She bought clothes for Widow Li and her cheap grandson with the money you left her."

"We outsiders are fed up with this. Why? You have to get your house back, or else we'll ask them to pay us back."

…

Everyone was filled with indignation.

Shen Huanxi didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say. Her memory of this period in her previous life was not very clear.

She only knew that at that time she felt that she had some abilities and did not want to waste time with Feng Shenghui. She just wanted to divorce quickly and let Feng Shenghui take care of Chang'an and Changning for a while.

When she signed the divorce agreement, she did not think that Feng Shenghui would be so untrustworthy and would not take good care of Chang'an and Changning. She was young and ignorant and had high hopes for Feng Shenghui.

She would not be so foolish to trust Feng Shenghui again after her rebirth, but she was reborn at the wrong time. She was reborn after her divorce. She had already divorced Feng Shenghui and the divorce agreement had been written.

While Shen Huanxi was sorting out these memories, Chang'an Changning had already started chatting with Director Li's granddaughter Xiaohua.

"Sister Xiaohua, we are no longer called Feng Changan and Feng Changning. We have taken our mother's last name and are called Shen Changan and Shen Changning. Doesn't it sound better than our original names?"

"Yeah, that sounds much better."

"What's so nice about it!" Just as Li Xiaohua finished speaking, a rough and loud voice suddenly came, scaring everyone.

Upon closer look, it turned out to be Yao Cuihong.

Yao Cuihong walked over imposingly, holding Feng Fulong in her arms.

Feng Fulong is already nine years old, and he is not small in stature, with long legs. He looks extremely strange hanging on Yao Cuihong, who is less than 1.6 meters tall and thin.

But Yao Cuihong held him tightly in her arms like a baby and was reluctant to let Feng Fulong set foot on the ground.

"Two damned girls, money losers, who were rejected even after their mother married. They couldn't take their stepfather's surname, so they could only take the surname Shen and they were happy!

I told you guys to come back and it's none of my business if you die in the village committee, but what nonsense are you talking about? Do you want to rob our house? And you're saying I'm spending your money?

Shen Huanxi, you were unlucky because you couldn't give birth to a boy in our Feng family. Now that you're gone, our family will be blessed! We can afford new clothes. This is our blessing.

Hey, everyone, please judge! This woman Shen Huanxi was the unlucky star in our family. Now that she is gone, our family is blessed, but she turns around and criticizes us! Is this unreasonable? Everyone, please judge!"

Yao Cuihong was shouting loudly, and I guess she heard what everyone was saying here.

Shen Huanxi thought that Yao Cuihong was thicker-skinned than a city wall and didn't care what other people said, but it turned out that she was quite concerned about her reputation.

She sneered and walked over, protecting Chang'an Changning, who was frightened again, behind her.

"Yao Cuihong, do you want everyone to judge? Well, I will tell you one thing at a time and let everyone judge one thing at a time!"