Ordinary people's rice bowl

Chapter 242
Because it was still early, the gate of the bus station hadn't opened yet, and it was quiet outside, not even a single light.

Lao Mu felt a little disappointed. He was afraid he would miss the first bus when he went out, and he didn’t even have time to drink a sip of water at home. He planned to have breakfast near the bus station, but now he couldn’t even see anyone, let alone order early.

Lao Mu took out a cigarette and lit it. The light from the cigarette butt kept flickering in the darkness, flickering on and off, and as Lao Mu swayed, the faint light kept jumping in the darkness, making people wonder. .Mu Zhen's eyes stared at the dim light, shaking like a pointing light in front of her.

Old Mu took a photo on his wrist with the faint light of the cigarette butt, and the hour hand of the watch pointed to five o'clock, and said in a low voice, "It's five o'clock, and the station will probably open soon!"

"Hurry up, according to the normal time, the door will open at 05:30!" A black shadow came out of the darkness at an unknown time, and responded after hearing Lao Mu's words. From the voice, Lao Mu heard that the person speaking was a woman.

"Are you here to take the car too?" Lao Mu asked, taking a deep breath on his cigarette.

"I don't take the bus, I sell porridge at this station!" The shadow in the darkness replied.

"What time does the earliest bus leave now?"

"Six o'clock, the bus is coming soon, you guys are a bit early!"

"Where's your porridge? Give us three bowls first, let us warm up." Lao Mu continued.

"The congee is at the back, I just pulled some tables, chairs and benches, it won't be long!" said the porridge seller, while skillfully unloading the tables, chairs and benches from the cart in the dark.

"You don't need to come so early when you go to the county town!" the porridge seller muttered.

"We're not going to the county seat, we're going to Dashi Railway Station, we're going to take the train!"

"Then it's no wonder you came early. There are a lot of people going to Dashi these days, especially the first bus. It can't finish every time. Those who come early can still get on the bus, but those who come late can't get on at all. !"

"Why are there so many?" Lao Mu asked after hearing what the congee seller said.

"Isn't this a big festival? Now that the common people have some money on hand, more people go to the city, visiting relatives and friends, shopping, and people who come back say that there are not only many types of things there, but also less expensive. Expensive, so everyone is willing to go to the city to join in the fun!"

The porridge seller wanted to continue talking, when he heard another voice not far away: "You old woman, who are you talking about?"

Some women stopped talking immediately, and the three of them turned their heads in unison to look not far away. There was a horse lantern hanging on the row of cars where the person came, and by the faint light, they saw that the person who came was an old man, Old Mu. Knowing in his heart that this must be an old couple, Lao Mu immediately went up to meet him and tried to push the cart for him, but the old man politely refused, "No, I can do it myself!"

Old Mu returned to the original place, only to see the old man skillfully put the handlebars flat on a stool, fixed them with ropes, and then took out a stack of bowls.At this time, Lao Mu noticed that there was a large oblate bucket with a mouth nearly one meter long on the ground row car. The outside of the bucket was wrapped in cotton cloth. Lao Mu knew that this was a special bucket for selling porridge.

"Pour me three bowls of porridge to warm me up!" Old Mu said politely to the old man selling porridge.

"Okay, okay, okay! I'll pour it for you right now!" As he said, the old man picked up a bowl, twisted it with a towel on his shoulder, and put the bowl in the long mouth of the vat with one hand. With the other hand, he picked up the heel of the vat, tilted it slightly, and the porridge flowing out of the long mouth instantly filled the bowl, and the hot air rose up with the faint horse lights, followed by a tangy porridge. The fragrance of flowers floated into the nostrils of the three of them, and they couldn't help swallowing the naturally produced saliva quietly.

The porridge was a bit hot, and Lao Mu reminded Mu Zhen and Hu Guoqing, "It's too hot, drink it slowly!"

While Lao Mu was tasting the porridge, he observed the old man selling porridge from time to time, trying to have a conversation with him that could go on.

"I think you will be seventy this year!"

"You have good eyesight, you have three zeros this year!"

"You are still working so hard at such an age, you should leave it to your descendants!"

"It's been a long time since I left it behind. My family treated my grandson's illness and owed some debts, so I had to pick up this business again. I can earn some money to support my family and save some money to pay off the debts!" The old man talked without hesitation.

Old Mu was worried that the old man would mind, so he immediately changed his words: "No wonder the porridge you cook is so delicious!"

"Of course, this porridge is passed down from our ancestors. It has been raised by my family for at least five generations. It's a pity that life is getting better now. My son doesn't want to learn it, so it will be lost in my family soon?"

"How come? If you don't mind, how about I find someone to worship you as a teacher and learn this from you?"

"Of course, I'd love to teach!"

Lao Mu wanted to continue talking, but suddenly he felt that the lights at the gate of the station lit up, and then he saw a person coming out of the reception room with a broom, sweeping the floor at the gate.

Immediately, Lao Mu's thoughts were not on the apprenticeship, but he was in a hurry to drive the car, fearing that his talking would affect his porridge, so he stopped talking and kept sucking the hot porridge in the bowl.

(End of this chapter)