Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 10 Wandering the Bazaar

"Do you really want to give it to me?" There was a hint of surprise on the woman's face, but it was only for a moment, and soon she waved her hands again and again, "No, it's not easy for you farmers to do business. I can't take this flower, I can't Cut off your livelihood!"

"It's okay! We have plenty of these flowers in the countryside. If you like them, I'll pick some more next time I go to the market!" Meng Kejun was stronger than that woman, so he couldn't help but stuffed all the flowers into her hands." We can still be friends if we can’t do business!”

"Then...then..." Meng Kejun's polite words made the woman feel even more embarrassed. She looked at the flowers that had been stuffed into her hand, and then at Meng Kejun's booth. Would you like to buy something? I'm really sorry.

"Do you sell these eggs?" I searched the stall, and finally my eyes fell on the eggs wrapped in straw in a basket. "I'm about to buy eggs, do you sell these eggs?"

When the woman pointed to the eggs in the basket and asked, Qiaohui was taken aback for a moment. She didn't expect Miss Kejun to be so powerful.

"Sell! Sell!" Immediately handed the basket of eggs to the woman, "there are exactly twenty eggs in it, and they are all fresh!"

"Then I bought all these eggs! How much is it?" The woman smiled, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth looked even more beautiful.

"Twenty Wen!" Qiaohui quickly snatched the basket from the woman's wrist, took out the yellow flowers, and put the eggs into it one by one.

After paying the money, the woman picked up the basket full of eggs, holding the small yellow flower that Meng Kejun gave her with her slender white fingers. Under the sun, she smiled at Meng Kejun, with dimples at the corners of her mouth, "I will come to you again next time." Buy eggs!"

"Okay!" Meng Kejun nodded with a smile, and then stared at the woman's back in a daze.

"But Miss Jun! How could you figure out that she would buy eggs?" Qiaohui Baba looked at Meng Kejun's eyes full of admiration. It turned out that what Brother Qingfeng said at the beginning was really correct, and the identity of Kejun who was picked up here Unusual.

After a long time, it was not until the woman had left that Meng Kejun looked back at Qiaohui, "Who would I think she would buy eggs!"

"Then you still give these flowers to her?" Qiaohui couldn't figure it out, but Miss Jun had an idea for a while, and her brain really couldn't keep up.

"Because she looks good!"

"what?"

Qiaohui was stunned by Meng Kejun's answer, but she was telling the truth. She had never left the palm-sized place in Wangjiatun in the past few days. All of them are peasants wearing coarse clothes and working barefoot in the fields. They have neither the mind nor the money to dress up.

And the picture of this woman walking with a smile on her face from a distance is a vivid painting, the most terrible thing is the pair of dimples at the corners of her mouth, this is what Meng Kejun wanted to have in her life, in her previous life, in her dreams A pair of pear dimples.

"She's not as good-looking as Miss Zhujun!" Qiaohui murmured as she lowered her head to tidy up the booth.

"Miss Zhujun? Who is she? Is she better looking than this woman?" The person Qiaohui said was called Zhujun aroused Meng Kejun's interest, and there was a word "Jun" in her name.

"Of course she is good-looking. In the past, my aunt still wanted to go to her house to propose marriage to Brother Qingfeng as a wife!"

"Auntie came to propose marriage?" Qiaohui's words aroused Meng Kejun's curiosity even more, and this was the first time she heard about it.

Meng Kejun's reaction made Qiaohui slap her on the head with regret: I am a elm-headed man, but Miss Jun said that brother Qingfeng was her man yesterday, so why did I bring up those old sesame seeds and rotten millet?

"But Miss Jun, these are all things that have disappeared in the past! Besides, Miss Zhujun is already married, so don't worry too much about it!" Afraid that her talking too much would make Meng Kejun think too much, Qiaohui quickly grabbed her hand and explained.

"I'm fine! I just want to know what this Zhujun looks like." Meng Kejun smiled and patted Qiaohui on the shoulder to reassure her. Why would she mind?She didn't even know what Dong Qingfeng looked like, no matter whether he liked Mr. Zhu or Wang Xiaohua next door.

But according to my own guess, as long as Dong Yongfeng still has Dong Jingye's appearance, this Dong Qingfeng is probably not very handsome, so going to Wang Zhujun's house to propose a marriage is probably a waste of work.

It was almost noon, and the sun was rising so high that it was scorching hot on the face, almost peeling off a layer of skin.

Seeing that the rest of the stalls were almost sold out, Meng Kejun hurriedly put away the remaining dustpan baskets that were not sold.

"Why don't you sell it for a while longer? The market won't end until after lunch, and we might be able to sell one or two more and earn a little more money if we wait." Qiaohui stopped Meng Kejun and thought about it Stay on file for a while.

"It's almost noon, and there are still a lot of things to buy at home. It's such a bad day, and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for any customers!" Meng Kejun reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked up. The hot sun seems to be eating people, and the market will probably be gone before noon.

"Let's collect and buy things and go back earlier, and we'll bring some more next time!" He said, putting the dustpan baskets tied up with hemp rope one by one on his shoulders, and Qiaohui led the way Wandered around the market.

Following Qiaohui's stroll around, Meng Kejun of this market also summed up a general idea. The most central and busiest place in this market is those small buildings with two or three floors built next to each other. These small buildings, the first floor It is usually used as a storefront, and the second and third floors are homes.

The things sold here are many and complete. Generally, those who come to the market will shop here.

The winding streets are criss-crossed, there are small buildings here, it is relatively cool to stand in the shade, and the sun is not so harsh on the body, so the place is still full of people and very lively.

Qiaohui took her to the grocery store to buy salt and oil, and took the prescription prescribed by Dr. Wang in the village earlier. Meng Kejun came to the medical clinic in the market. There were not many people waiting for a doctor in the medical clinic. She and Qiaohui sat down on the bench near the door.

Meng Kejun carefully looked at the layout of the lower medical center. Opposite him was a whole wall of medicine cabinets. The name of the medicine contained in each medicine cabinet was written on each box. There was a staff next to the medicine cabinet carrying a ladder to grab the prescriptions in his hand. The top medicinal material.

On the counter, oiled paper was spread on the counter one by one, and another guy weighed the medicinal materials with a knife. After weighing, they were evenly spread on the already laid oiled paper bit by bit.

In the center of the medical hall, an old man with gray hair and beard sat beside a square wooden table. His fingers were resting on the wrist of the person sitting opposite him. It seemed that he was the doctor of this medical hall.

Finally it was his turn, Meng Kejun gave the prescription prescribed by Dr. Wang to the young man who took the medicine.

"One pair of medicine is five Wen, five pairs, a total of 25 Wen." The worker who grabbed the medicine picked up the abacus and beat it, Meng Kejun's heart was beating tightly, and the 25 Wen was taken out. The purse is empty again.

(End of this chapter)