Fields of Gold

Little Grass was relieved. She nodded with a smile: "I didn't expect Uncle Manager to be a big eater! Not to tell you, my blood tofu is made of chicken blood halogenated by secret methods. Although it doesn't taste elegant, it tastes good. ”

“Chicken blood? I can't believe I didn't eat a hint of bloody smell. It's so refreshing and delicate. Wonderful, wonderful!” Manager Liu's speed of eating blood and tofu did not stop. He heard that Jinling uses duck blood to make soup. I didn't think he could eat chicken blood!

The foreman was satisfied to see Manager Liu and his heart was completely in his stomach. He took five pennies and handed it to Little Grass: "Here, the rest is for you. Will you still be selling blood tofu at the pier? ”

Little grass was also polite. She took the bronze plate with a smile. "In the future, my brother and I came to sell a piece of meat. It doesn't have to be blood tofu! But, Uncle foreman, don't worry, it won't taste worse than this! ”

“Little grass? Your aunt said you were selling here so I could find it!” Little Grass's uncle Liu Pei stepped over and asked with care, "Did you eat this morning? Brother found a job today, please eat white buns with stones...”

“Uncle, we've had breakfast! You haven't eaten, have you? By the way, I've got half a slice of halibut here. Why don't you take it and eat it with a cake?” Little Grass knew that her aunt was selling here and would definitely bring her something to eat, so she tasted the rest of the halogenated chicken for free and stuffed it in Liu Pei's hands.

“Is this what you sell? Smells good! Uncle, just eat the cake and salted vegetables. Why don't you keep this and sell it?” Liu Pei smelled the aroma of halibut and secretly swallowed the spit, but was reluctant to take advantage of his niece.

Little grass didn't pick up the halogen paper bag and blinked at his uncle. “I have a good business today. I've sold out all the halogens I brought. How do I sell this half? Can a penny be broken in half? Uncle, hurry up, I'll go to the market over there...”

He held up his little brother's hand and ran away.

The foreman smiled and said: "Brother Liu, this is your niece! She sells a piece of meat and it tastes good. Even Jingcheng's manager Liu felt good about eating. If you don't want it, sell it to me. ”

Almost all the halibut he bought went into Manager Liu's stomach, and he just tasted two bites of blood tofu, which was stuffed.

“Hey! Master Sun, what are you talking about? If you like it, just eat it and say what you don't want to sell.” To find a job at the pier, it must be approved by the foreman. Having a good relationship with the foreman makes it easier to work part-time in the future.

Master Sun was very pleased with his way forward. He ate a rich and delicious halibut and suddenly said: "Didn't your nephew come with you the other day? Are you here today? The young man looked at the tall man and had a lot of strength. After eating, let him help unload the goods...”

The foreman is talking about Liu Zhiwei, the son of Liu's penis. Because of his young age, the foreman usually doesn't like to use him.

You know, loading and unloading cargo at the pier costs at least twenty or thirty words a day. Mr. Sun said that Liu Pei was overjoyed and even said: "Thank you Mr. Sun, my nephew is here today! Don't worry, the kid is inertial, lively, honest, and won't let you down. ”

“For what? Get your niece to leave me a meat dish every day. I haven't really eaten this much... don't worry, the money will be taken!” Manager Liu drank enough and left. Sun Gongju took a sip of wine and a bite of food and was satisfied.

There is a small market at Tanggu Pier, where people from nearby villages gather every 3, 6, 9, 1 and 15 years, either to sell their own products or to buy some of the goods they need.

It's a market, it's actually a street feeling. Low grass houses on both sides, occasionally a brick house, are particularly noticeable. Both grass and brick houses open their doors when they are in a hurry, and the doors are usually closed.

Today, February 16, is the day of the gathering. In a small market, there are plenty of people, on the side of the street, in front of the house naturally form a poor food market.

Selling frozen radishes and cabbage in cellars, with home-fed chicken ducks and eggs, and small groceries with some daily necessities, I couldn't help but solicit guests...

It's quite lively to call it selling, bargaining, even the gossip of three aunts and six mothers. Grass held his brother's hand and walked in crowded crowds, occasionally crowded.

“Little grass? Rock, did you do it yourself? Don't you have anything to eat at home?” What a coincidence, I met someone I knew after not walking two steps, talking to Grass's grandfather, followed by Uncle Yu Mountain carrying a basket of fish.

Little grass, though dissatisfied with Grandpa and Mune's uncle, did not have much disgust. With a faint smile on her face, she shook her head: "No, me and Little Rock just looked..."

Looking at the two grandchildren and granddaughters who were somewhat alienated from themselves, the old man thought that his second son had almost left the house. If his family hadn't sent some money and help from the villagers, he would have almost lost his house in cold weather and felt guilty.

He thought about it. He went back to take the basket in the hand of the mountain and poured more than a dozen unsold little yellow fish into the basket of grass. With fishy hands, he touched the head of the rock and said: “These fish, take them back to eat... do you have any money, if not, what do you want, Grandpa will buy for you. ”

Yu Dashan's mouth moved and looked at his father, but he finally didn't say anything. In these days, without good fishing surplus, their grandfathers have been hitting fewer and fewer fish species, losing many old customers from towns, and business is naturally getting worse and worse.

Every time the money is brought back, the Zhang family complains too little to spend enough money on the family. The money sold today was the least of its kind in a while, and if you buy from the kids again, you're afraid to go home and get your ears dirty again.

When he heard Grass shook his head knowingly: "Grandpa, no, we brought the money ourselves.” I was slightly relieved. Her mother nagged, her mother nagged, annoying him.

Goodbye Grandpa, Little Grass continued to walk forward, suddenly attracted by the stalls selling pork not far away. She walked past with a small stone, a fat black butcher, with a fluttering beard, her eyes were especially big, she looked like she was staring at someone, it looked vicious.

However, those familiar with him all know that Wang Tudor is a well-known old man nearby. He has never been short of two pounds selling meat. He often meets customers and sets up worthless items. He has a good reputation in the village of Ten Mile and Eight.

“Little girl, buy meat?” Wang Tutuo knew what he looked like and often frightened the children. When he saw the two brothers, he busily revealed what he thought was the kindest laugh and greeted them softly. I don't know, this look is even more obscure.

Little stone hid behind the second sister, thought about it, and nervously stepped forward, blocking in front of the sister. He praised Haikou at home to protect his sister. However, his fears and tensions can be seen from his tight fists, trembling little body, and blushing little face that is about to cry.

Wang Slaughter saw the opposite. He grabbed the back of his head with embarrassment and didn't forget to praise him: “Little guy, he's quite brave, he knows how to protect his sister. What a little man! ”

From his demeanor and tone, Grass judged this to be a disgusting, good-faced, silly man, hugging his brother's shoulder, rubbing his hair, and smiling: “Uncle praised you, but didn't thank him! ”

Little stone lowered his head in a low voice: “Thank you...”

“Good boy, what a good boy... What can I get you, uncle? Offer!” Wang Tudor laughed, his voice was as bright as thunder.

Yu Xiaocao looked at the meat stall and saw that there were less than two kilos of fat and moderately skinny leg meat left on it, along with some fat oil, several large bones of pigs, and a giant head of pig.

Her gaze was attracted to the pig, and she asked: "Uncle, how did this pig sell? Pig liver, pig heart, pig belly, pig colon. Do you have any for sale? ”

At this time, the pigs, almost all for sacrifice, few of them have eaten this yet. Mainly because the pig head has a smell, it may not be so shy that it can't be imported at all, waste oil and salt wood.

Already out of La Moon and New Year, Wang butcher's pig head, almost nobody asked. When the little girl asked, she asked kindly:

“Young lady, what do you need a pig for? This is not good... Why don't you buy some pork bones and go back and make soup, uncle will give you a cheaper price. As for pig liver and pig heart, it's sold. Pig bellies and intestines, that stinking marinade, throw it away or feed it to the dog! Does your family have dogs? ”

Sure enough... at this time, people, for what looks to stink in animal guts, the method of cleaning up is not off, so they don't dare to eat that. Halogenated pork belly and large intestine taste great, halogenated pork head meat is one of the most popular halogenated vegetables in her previous life!

“Uncle, I don't know what to do. My father made me buy it! How much for a pound? Also, sell me both the pork belly and the pork bowel...” The little grass pointed at the head of the pig with a smile, very sure.

Wang Slaughter nodded: “Whatever you call it, the pig's head is for sale. A pig's head is worth eight cents, but it's the off-season, you can count on six. Today's pig belly and intestines haven't been thrown yet, if you want to give it to you. ”

Wow, this pig has seven or eight pounds at least, and it's cheap enough for six cents. Pork bellies and intestines are still given for nothing! Yu Xiaoxue thinks she's cheap on this trip!

Thinking of herself as a long-term business, she suddenly asked: "Uncle, look at the lack of things in your stall. Must the business be pretty good? How long has your family been killing a pig? ”

Wang Tudor laughed, quite proud: “The blessings of the townspeople, my meat stall business is good, almost every episode has to kill one head. Others are busy hunting pigs in the country! ”