When he got closer, he found that there was nothing in Zhao Yun'er's backpack, just two clay pots. The jar was covered, so you couldn't tell what was inside.
A woman in her thirties smiled and said to Zhao Yun'er, "Girl, what good things are you carrying in this backpack?"
Zhao Yun'er replied calmly, "It's nothing."
How could the woman believe Zhao Yun'er's words? She came over with a smile and said, "Girl, just talk to my aunt. We are from the same village. We usually talk to each other when we go to the city to sell good things. Just say it."
"Of course, not many aunts are good enough. I'm afraid you'll laugh if I say it, so it's better not to say it." Zhao Yun'er said.
Seeing that Zhao Yun'er didn't mean to say anything, the woman felt bored and couldn't help but scolded a few words, "If you don't say anything, just say it. Anyway, he is definitely not a good person. There are some people in this city who haven't gone. However, if you take the things you think are precious and sell them, no one will probably want them. Don’t go to the city at that time, and you won’t be able to sell the things, and you will lose the money for the round trip.”
Naturally, this was meant for Zhao Yuner.
The corners of Zhao Yun'er's lips raised slightly, but she smiled and said politely, "Thank you, Auntie, for worrying about me, but this is my business."
The woman snorted angrily at Zhao Yun'er, turned around, and scolded Zhao Yun'er in front of other women.
Zhao Yuner just pretended not to hear.
The mouth is on other people's bodies, so it doesn't matter what they say.
Zhao Yun'er sat on the bullock cart and waited for a while, and then several people came one after another. Seeing that it was almost done, Father Hu shouted and prepared to set off.
The speed of the ox cart was no better than that of the horse carriage, and it was swaying towards Yangcheng.
It’s a journey of more than ten miles, and you’d be too tired to walk there. Basically, you’d still be carrying something with you when you walk there.
When Father Hu whipped the cow's buttocks on the road, he was still humming country songs, looking at ease.
The early morning air was very fresh, mixed with the aroma of earth, and the bumpy ride made Zhao Yun'er find it particularly interesting.
About an hour later, we arrived in Yangcheng. By this time, the morning sun had already risen.
Yangcheng is very bustling and lively. After entering, you can see stalls of various sizes selling all kinds of things.
It's morning now, and the scent of various breakfast items is spreading throughout the streets. Zhao Yun'er hadn't had breakfast yet, but the smell made her hungry.
Father Hu found an open space and stopped, then greeted the people in the car, "You go ahead, I'll wait here."
After saying that, he took out his cigarette rod and bag, sat on the bullock cart, and began to smoke the welding smoke leisurely and comfortably.
The women who had brought things to sell in the car all got out of the car one after another. There were fixed places to set up stalls to sell things in the city, and they had to pay a stall fee of three cents when they went there.
Zhao Yun'er knew that her honey was a good product, and if she got it in the market, ordinary people might not be able to afford it.
She had to find a shop that specialized in selling honey and then resell her own.
"Girl, aren't you going to set up a stall with us?" a woman asked. Compared with other women, she didn't get involved just now, so she was scolding. Asking Zhao Yun'er like this can be regarded as caring for her.