After picking up the daughter of the lucky star, the whole village prospered

Chapter 29 Buying Firewood
In the end, Yingbao paid for two pairs of head flowers made of colored silk, and three pairs of exquisitely carved wooden combs, the kind that can be pinned on the hair as decorations, which are very popular now.

There is also a rod of copper-tipped dry tobacco, and a pile of small toys made of wood.

Things like colorful dove carts, jigsaw puzzles, Kong Mingsuo, and two pony heads pasted with colored paper cost her a total of 180 renminbi.

Jiang Sanlang couldn't help being speechless when he saw that the little girl was so good at picking things and spending money so well.

The gadgets she bought look inconspicuous, but they are all exquisite, beautiful and practical.

After a few words of persuasion, my daughter refused to listen, so I let her go.

After all, the money is her own, as long as the little girl is willing, she can buy someone back.

The father and daughter went shopping while shopping.

Jiang Sanlang buys door symbols for the new year, and Yingbao buys candied haws.

Jiang Sanlang chooses bowls and chopsticks, while Yingbao buys sugar figurines.

In the end, the big basket couldn't fit, and his hands were full, so Jiang Sanlang could only walk back with his daughter on his back.

Suddenly, the condescending Yingbao saw a young man in rags with a load of firewood in front of him. On the black firewood, there seemed to be a few golden shriveled fungus growing, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Father! Father! Come over!"

Ying Bao patted her father on the shoulder, pointed to the side of the road and said, "Go over there."

Jiang Sanlang thought that his daughter saw something delicious again, so he reminded: "Bao'er, we bought too many snacks, it's hard to take."

"No snacks, dad let me down, I'm going to see that." She pointed to the side of the road with her little finger.

"Uh..." Jiang Sanlang turned his head to look over, and couldn't help being taken aback.

There were no food or toy sellers in that direction, only a young man in rags who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, and a load of firewood in front of him.

Does the girl really want to buy someone?

Nonsence!What are you thinking, why would his daughter want to buy a black boy.

But the girl struggled and insisted on coming down, so Jiang Sanlang had no choice but to go to the side of the road to put down the basket, and sit on a rock to rest, and wait for his two nephews.

Fortunately, this place is already on the outskirts of the market, there are not many people setting up stalls, and the flow of people is sparse, so I am not afraid that my little girl will be trampled on.

Yingbao was carried out of the basket by her father, and ran to the load of firewood in a hurry, raised her head and asked the shabby boy, "Do you sell firewood?"

Seeing that it was a little tall doll with a tiger head hat who came to ask, he thought she was curious, so he nodded.

"How much is it?" Yingbao asked.

Boy: "Three texts."

Ying Bao smiled and asked again: "How much will it cost for you to send it home for me?"

The boy frowned and asked, "Where is your home?"

"Dongchen Village." Yingbao replied.

"Dongchen Village." The boy thought for a while and said, "Send it to Dongchen Village. Wuwen."

"Okay, come with me later." Yingbao put the five cents in the boy's palm, "This is money for firewood, I'll give it to you first."

The young man nodded, clenched the copper coin in his hand, pursed his lips, and a small dimple appeared on one side of his cheek, obviously very happy.

Ying Bao saw the prickly dimple flashing past the young man's cheek, she couldn't help being stunned, and then looked him over carefully.

His eyebrows are delicate, his face is thin, and his expression is cold, but it is a bit dark, probably because of working in the fields all year round.

After watching for a long time, the familiarity is gone.Yingbao turned around and ran to look at Chaihe.

Jiang Sanlang was stunned by his daughter's operation.

Why does the little girl want to buy a load of firewood?

The firewood at home doesn’t cost money at all. There are many mountains in the back of the mountain. As long as you go there by yourself, you can take a load back.

But what can I do if my daughter has already bought it, let her go.

Jiang Sanlang didn't know, where did his daughter buy firewood, what she bought was golden ears from dried firewood.

Ying Bao squatted in front of Chai He, with her small hands she had already picked off two small golden ears as big as fingers, sniffed it under her nose, pretended to put it in her pocket, but actually put it quietly into the cave.

Hehe, Xue'er didn't see it, but found a golden ear that is more precious than Xue'er.

She wants to put the firewood with golden ears into the cave, and then water some more to see if they can grow more.

Yingbao stared at the faggot, stretched out her hand to pull it, and wanted to see if there were any golden ears inside, when she heard her father call her:

"Come here, Bao'er, your cousin is here, let's go home."

Jiang Sanlang finally saw the two nephews appear, and immediately called his daughter into the basket.

"Hey." Yingbao agreed, not forgetting her own firewood, and motioned to the rag boy: "Let's go home, hurry up and follow."

"Hmm." The young man picked up the firewood without saying a word.

Chuanhe Town is about five or six miles away from Dongchen Village. It is not easy to carry a load of firewood to travel that far.

When he finally arrived at the place, the boy was already flushed and sweaty from exhaustion.

Ying Bao took advantage of the time when he was untying the rope of the shoulder pole and asked, "Where did you get the firewood?"

The young man looked over vigilantly, and seeing the little baby's expression of confusion and curiosity, he paused and said, "It's at Shita Mountain."

"Where is Shita Mountain?" Yingbao continued to ask.

The boy was silent for a moment, "It's west of Beishan."

"Oh." Ying Bao licked the sugar figurine in his hand, thought for a while, took out two water chestnuts from his pocket and stuffed them to him: "Here you eat."

She saw that the boy was wearing straw sandals on his bare feet, his trousers were ripped and a lot shorter, exposing his frozen purple ankles, she couldn't help but think of a person she met in her previous life, but that person had never been so downcast.

I don't know why I suddenly thought of him.

I remember that man was called Chu Yan, and he was a school official in the Dudu Mansion.

Every time I met him, he was dressed in brocade robes, with an embroidered spring knife hanging from his waist, and his eyes looked like sharp knives out of their sheaths, cold and without a trace of emotion.

She also saw with her own eyes that Chu Yan drew out the Xiuchun knife and cut off a person's arm with one knife, with a half-moving expression on his face, as if chopping melons and vegetables.

But it was such a cruel person who was willing to be used by him and took great risks to help him escape from the Dudu's mansion.

Today, the young man's eyes, the dimples on his cheeks, are somewhat like him, especially the vigilant glance just now.

The boy hesitated, took the water chestnut, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Ying Bao watched the young man go away carrying the pole, licking the sugar figurine with no expression on his face.

"Yingbao, what are you doing standing there?" Jiang Sanlang asked curiously when he saw his daughter standing at the gate of the yard when he came out of the kitchen.

Ying Bao came back to her senses, smiled and said: "I'll find a place to pile firewood."

The young man picked the firewood into the yard and placed it beside the deer shed. She wanted to spread the firewood out to check one by one, and found some withered firewood with golden ears on them.

Jiang Sanlang shook his head, ignored the little girl, and turned back to sort out the things he brought back.

Most of the baskets are small gadgets bought by Yingbao, and the New Year's goods he bought are just a few pitiful ones.

A piece of pork, a few bowls, a pair of chopsticks, a bag of coarse salt, two pieces of tofu, a few door signs, and nothing else.

Jiang Sanlang sighed, sorted the things and put them away, scooped out another pot of wheat, and prepared to go to his elder brother to grind flour, and make [-] dumplings tomorrow New Year's Eve.

After grinding the flour, he still has to pound some rice to eat during the festival.

Besides, Yingbao squatted beside the pile of firewood and checked one by one, and found four firewood with golden ears.

She was so happy that she took the firewood and ran to ask her father, "Dad! Dad! What kind of tree is this?"

Only golden ears that grow on non-poisonous trees can be eaten. She wants to ask what kind of firewood this kind is.

Jiang Sanlang took it over and looked carefully, and said truthfully, "It's a mulberry tree."

"Hehehe, I know." Yingbao grabbed the stick and ran away again.

Jiang Sanlang was speechless, shook his head, and went out with a pot of wheat.

(End of this chapter)