Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 55
Pei Xiaoxiao was numb.

not so good.

Kissing is also unclean.

Man, you can't.

will kill me.

Pei Xiaoxiao's throat tightened: "I, I won't mention it again, I swear."

"Also, you have been returning to your mother's house for many years..."

He really didn't want to force her, but the premise was that hers was where he could see it.

Pei Xiaoxiao took a deep breath: "Okay, I won't live with my mother's parents."

The man finally straightened up and stroked her head with a smile: "Xiaoxiao is so cute... Didn't we get along very well last year? I don't interfere with what you do, why are you making trouble?"

……

The spring breeze in February pokes open the gate of Liuyun Academy like scissors.

Just like at the end of last year, Song Xiaoniu bid farewell to his father who pulled the ox cart, and stood behind the cart by himself, guarding the snack street in the academy.

The school bell is ringing.

The students walked out of the side door one after another, and flocked to various small stalls like a tide.

There were also a few students standing in front of Song Xiaoniu.

"Boss, isn't Mrs. Pei coming here from now on?" A young man in blue glanced at the signboard of "Pei's Meatballs" and asked, then looked left and right.

"Hehe, yes." Song Xiaoniu replied dryly, with two blobs of plateau red floating on his cheeks, "Does this master want a bunch?"

The young man in blue looked disappointed, and said without interest: "Well, let's have a bunch."

People around also hey.

Mrs. Pei's lips are red and her teeth are white, and she has a bright smile. Just one look can make her feel better all afternoon.

In the past, they always liked to run here, and part of the reason was Mrs. Pei.

Anyway, they all eat meat, where can't they buy it?

Mrs. Pei, who can do more, smiled sweetly, pleasing to the eye... This is a lot of money.

But the man in front of him... Hey!

Song Xiaoniu is honest and friendly on weekdays. He mostly does farming in the village, and rarely even comes to the city, let alone dealing with people.

The sun was high and the weather had been bright.

As time passed, the sun hid in the clouds, the sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding area became colder and colder.

The number of students in the snack street is sparse, and there are only a few vendors left, and the doorkeepers in the shops are leaning against the door and dozing off.

Song Xiaoniu looked around, looked at the dozen or so skewers of meatballs left in the pot, and sighed.

Not sold out again.

It was okay at the end of last year, but since the beginning of school this year, there are more and more meatballs left.

Although Song Yu's daughter-in-law didn't say anything, she still had a loss when she was old.

Today it is even more exaggerated, almost one third, he really has no face to pull it back.

Covering the pot, Song Xiaoniu dejectedly pushed the cart and walked to another street.

"Meatballs, delicious meatballs, everyone come and try..." he shouted dryly.

Pedestrians may stop, but they can see his tightly covered pot and leave without interest.

Or look sideways.

Or walk by without raising your eyelids.

There are very few people who really come forward.

Song Xiaoniu rubbed his hands, looked around, and later realized that the people on this street were in a hurry, as if they were rushing to do some business and had no time to stay.

He stood there in a daze for a moment, then slowly pushed the cart to other streets.

After about an hour, he finally sold out, and he was relieved.

With eyebrows raised again, he pushed the cart to the north city gate worriedly.

His father should have already traveled back and forth from the city to the countryside.

The north gate of the city.

Uncle Big Niu not only pulled back and forth.

At this time, there were several passengers in the car, and he was a little impatient waiting for his son.

When picking up Pei Xiaoxiao in the past, he pulled the nearest one back and forth, just in time to pick someone up to wait for other passengers at the gate of the city.

Now I bring my son, but I have to ask passengers to wait.

The people in the car asked several times when they were leaving.

Song Xiaoniu's figure finally appeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to help carry things, dismantled the simple cart, and complained, "Why do you hang around for so long?"

Song Xiaoniu's face turned red: "There are more than ten skewers left today, I really don't have the face to take them back, so I walked a few more streets."

Uncle Big Niu rubbed his brows: "Your mother and I are not very talkative, why did you give birth to such a saw-mouthed gourd?"

Song Xiaoniu: "..."

"Come on, get in the car!"

On the official road, the old cow wags its tail and walks slowly, while the naive young man sits at the end of the cart, holding on to the dismantling board and the soup pot, with a dejected expression on his face.

"Father, why don't I quit this job... It's going to be spring, and it takes so much time every day, it will delay farming."

Uncle Big Niu hates iron for being weak: "If you talk about everything, how can you do it for so long?"

If it's like Pei Xiaoxiao, it takes an hour to go back and forth in a bullock cart, and it only takes half an hour to sell meatballs, and the rest of the time is enough to go home and farm.

But this boring gourd can't be finished without spending two or three hours.

Song Xiaoniu said in pain: "How did I know it was so difficult? Dad, what should I do?"

He was tempted to turn down the job.

It's a pity to lose the [-] Wen a day, but farmers still have to farm the land after all.

Uncle Big Niu sighed: "What else can I do? Let Xiaoxiao find someone else!"

"I failed Song Yu's wife's trust!"

"As long as you know."

The day became more and more gloomy.

In the middle of the afternoon, Xiao Han and the others were sitting in a well-lit position in the outer hall, talking and laughing while burning a charcoal stove, doing needlework.

The weather was still cold, and the children were all wearing cotton jackets.

The adults were afraid that they would turn into mud monkeys outside, so they stayed at home and played around.

Cotton clothes are difficult to dry, so there is no need to change and wash them.

The living standard of the old Song's family is better than last year, but not all of them are like Pei Xiaoxiao, Song Wen and Song Tingniang, with seven to eighty nine cotton-padded clothes.

Xiao Han bit off the thread, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her daughter Sanya Song Fei sitting with the eldest room's second girl Song Lu, muttering to herself, not knowing what they were talking about.

Thanks to Pei Xiaoxiao, the old Song's food has improved a lot. The two little girls have baby fat on their faces. They look alike, and they both look good.

It's the clothes on the two of them...

how to say.

Jia's made meatballs for Pei Xiaoxiao, earning a lot of wages, several hundred cash per month.

At the end of last year, she bought new cotton-padded clothes for her daughters Song Xue and Song Lu.

Xiao Han didn't have that much money, so she was reluctant to buy new ones, so she made her half-old ones smaller for her daughter Song Fei to wear.

Half-worn fabrics are not bad if they are in other people's homes.

But sitting next to Song Lu in brand new clothes...

Xiao Han admitted that she was sore.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Song Wen who was squatting on the ground playing in the mud, with dirty sleeves, Xiao Han's heart became more and more stuffy.

The little milk baby has enough clothes to change and wash.

The clothes she wears every day are the same as Pei Xiaoxiao's, and she hires someone else to wash them...

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head and continued her needlework.

My heart became more and more unbalanced.

She worked so hard doing needlework here, and she earned less than Pei Xiaoxiao who was lying sound asleep in the East Wing...

The world is so unfair!
Also, Pei Xiaoxiao went too far, she would rather find an outsider to set up a stall than her family member.

Otherwise, at this moment, her child must have new clothes like Song Xue and Song Lu!
snort!
"Knock Knock-"

There was a knock at the door.

"Is anyone home?"

It's Uncle Big Niu's voice.

(End of this chapter)