Rise From the Humble

As the sun sets, there is the sound of a carriage creaking on the muddy path in the distance. The family of the grandpa and aunt gradually drift away under the reluctant eyes of the old Zhu’s house. The grandfather stands at the gate and looks at the back of the carriage. Willing to leave.

Of course, Zhu Pingan didn't have this kind of sorrow of parting. He touched his bulging pocket and smiled from ear to ear. He didn't panic when he had money in his pocket.

Chen Shi was also staring at Zhu Ping'an's pocket, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Facts have proved that Jiang is still old and hot, and the New Year's money collected by Zhu Pingan was still confiscated by Chen, and only five copper coins were left for Zhu Ping, and Chen also told Zhu Ping not to spend money randomly.

Zhu Pingan looked sadly at Mrs. Chen, who was smiling and counting the money under the oil lamp, and you left me five cents, how can you spend it indiscriminately.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." Mrs. Chen was counting silver beans under the oil lamp.

"Daughter-in-law, what do I want to buy for you at the market tomorrow?" Father Zhu Shouyi came in from the door and asked. Just now my grandmother called my father over, because there will be a market in the town tomorrow, so I asked my father to go to the town to buy some daily necessities such as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. The skins and dried fungus, bamboo shoots, etc. are also sold together to supplement the household.

His father, Zhu Shouyi, was kind, but unexpectedly, he made Mrs. Chen roll her eyes.

"Oh, I'm counting, why are you making trouble!" Mrs. Chen looked unhappy, and was counting, but was disrupted by Zhu Shouyi's voice, and had to count again. It would be strange to give Zhu Shouyi a good face.

So, the counting sound started again.

Moments later, Mrs. Chen counted the New Year's money stolen from Zhu Pingan's pocket, not counting the five Wen coins left for Zhu Pingan. Now there are 8 silver beans and 20 Wen copper coins on the table.

It was almost a tael of silver, and Chen happily put away all the money, put it under the pillow, and hid it when no one was around.

"Okay, don't curl your lips anymore, let your father take you to the town for a day tomorrow." Chen comforted Zhu Ping'an.

Although he knew it was an empty-handed white wolf, but his arms couldn't twist his thighs, Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to admit it.

Xiahe Village is about five miles away from the town. The name of the town is Kaoshan Town because it is close to the mountain.

Surrounded by mountains, Kaoshan Town is surrounded by streams on both sides of the town. The layout of the city is well-organized. The trade area and the living area are vaguely separated.

Although it was nothing in Zhu Ping'an's eyes, compared to the village, it was considered prosperous and lively.

Zhu Shouyi drove an ox cart to Kaoshan Town with his two sons. In addition to the rabbit skins and fungus and other mountain goods requested by his grandmother, Zhu Shouyi also brought the bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets he woven with bamboo some time ago and some small ones. He brought some daily necessities, and Zhu Ping'an also brought a basket of honeysuckle that he had sun-dried to see what price the pharmacy in the town could offer.

After entering the business district, Zhu Shouyi rented a ten-square-meter booth for two yuan, and displayed the rare rabbit skins and bamboo weaves on the car.

Next to their stall is a snack stall shop. There is a linoleum canopy outside the shop, and there are six tables under it for customers to sit and eat.

In order to come early to occupy a place, Zhu Ping'an and the others haven't had breakfast yet. After setting up the stall, Zhu Shouyi took his two sons to the snack bar next door to have some breakfast.

For himself and his son, Zhu Shouyi ordered four steamed buns, two meat buns, three bowls of pimple soup, two steamed buns for a penny, a meat bun for a penny, and three bowls of pimple soup for a total of one penny. A plate of pickled side dishes.

Zhu Shouyi ate two steamed buns by himself, and Zhu Ping'an and Zhu Pingchuan each had a meat bun and a steamed bun.

"Father, you can eat steamed buns. One steamed bun is enough for me." Zhu Pingan reluctantly put the meat buns in front of Zhu Shouyi.

"Me too." Zhu Ping'an was more honest and less talkative.

Zhu Shouyi touched the heads of his two sons in relief, and shook his head, "You guys eat, I drank a lot yesterday, and I don't want to eat greasy food today."

Take it when you see it, Zhu Pingan is also more greedy for meat buns, this is the first meat bun I have seen in ancient times, the taste will definitely not let me down.

"Poor!"

At this time, a childish and arrogant voice came over.

Zhu Pingan heard the reputation and looked around, only to see a four or five-year-old girl not far away, who was about the same age as her, expressing her contempt with her eyes.

The little loli is wearing a Ming Dynasty children's version of the skirt, tied with a ribbon, and wearing a tassel hair ornament, which is so flexible and elegant. If there were no little Lolita's words, Zhu Ping'an would definitely admire the beauty of Hanfu's style, and said, "It's enough to adopt a daughter!"

But it's a pity that she is a willful and poisonous money-worshiping little lolita who has lost her good face for nothing.

Sitting next to little Lolita was a fat rich man with a watermelon hat on his chubby head and a big gold ring on his finger. He was dressed even better than Grandpa. On the table for the two of them were braised pork slices, a cage of meat buns, exquisite side dishes, and two bowls of wontons.

It turned out to be the old rich landlord, no wonder!

The local rich man didn't mean to criticize and educate her girl at all. Instead, he pampered and comforted little Lolita to eat quickly.

"Shu'er, be good, don't pay attention to them, eat your meal soon."

The rich man's family has three sons, and this is his only youngest daughter. She is afraid of falling in her hands, and afraid of melting in her mouth. She is really spoiled.

You are used to him, but I am not used to it.

Zhu Pingan rolled his eyes at the little loli, and said three words, "Ugly girl!"

These words seemed to stir up a powder keg, the little loli quit, her mouth was pouted, and her big watery eyes were filled with tears of anger. It's disgusting, this little bumpkin dares to call me an ugly girl, only people say I'm pretty.

"Little poor, who are you talking about?!" Little Lolita couldn't wait to go up and bite Zhu Pingan.

Zhu Ping'an showed a little sneer on his small face, curling his lips to continue educating this wayward little lolita.

"Cough." Zhu Shouyi coughed, "Hey, eat."

Zhu Shouyi was an honest man and didn't want to add trouble, and he also recognized that the local rich man was rich man Li from Shanghe Village in the neighboring village, so he stopped Zhu Ping'an.

"Brother, don't cause trouble." Zhu Pingchuan also persuaded from the side, the elder brother's personality is almost a copy of his father, and he is honest and almost dull.

The father spoke, the elder brother comforted him, and he had to let go of the idea of ​​educating the wayward little loli.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an didn't dare to say anything, the little loli became complacent, and the little bumpkin in her mouth was long and poor.

"Okay, Shu'er, eat quickly. It won't taste good when it's cold. After eating, Daddy will take you to buy a little red horse." Rich Li said while digging wontons with a spoon to feed little Lori.

Rich man Li also loves little Lolita, he feeds little Lolita first, and then he eats.

Little Lolita opened her eyes wide, and was fed by his landlord Lao Cai, one mouthful, another mouthful.

Finally fed the little Lolita, when rich man Li was about to eat, little loli clamored to eat candied haws again, but rich man Li was willing to refuse, and rushed to buy candied haws.

Then, little loli picked up the chili sauce, one spoon after another, put chili peppers in Mr. Li's bowl of wontons, and kept muttering: "Let you feed, I will let you feed, if you can't eat more, still feed." , I'll kill you... I'll kill you..."

With a black belly, Zhu Ping'an labeled the little loli again.