On the winter solstice, there was a shower of rain early in the morning. After dawn, there were pits and puddles on the asphalt road.
Latent Wheat put on small rain boots, wrapped a scarf tightly around her neck, picked up the basket and went out after the latent family urged.
Originally, Master Qianjia would not allow her to go out today, but he was helpless with Qianmai's entanglement and the courage to "make an appointment with the children", and finally agreed that she would only be allowed to walk around the second mile.
But since ancient times, I will not suffer from the fate of the foreign monarch, right
Today is a big day for people in Nanjiang. It is said that after the winter solstice, the day will become longer and the night will become shorter. More importantly, the old people said that the soul of the ancestors would go home to have a look on this day, so every household will solemnly clean the courtyard and prepare "fragrant candles, flowers, paper money, eight fruits, eight elements and eight treasures". Sacrifice and entertain the ancestors.
On such a special day, the contents of the small bamboo basket of latent wheat have also changed. In addition to small snacks of one and two cents, there are also sacrificial items such as incense candles, burning paper, gold and platinum paper, and silver and platinum paper. Upon seeing this, Qianmai even changed his slogan to the trembling "Selling Burnt Paper~ Candle~ Aye". After a few exercises, not to mention, the skin and lung capacity of Latent Wheat have greatly increased, and the face is not red or breathless, and you can open your voice for a while.
Today's business is very good, not only attracting gluttonous children, but also attracting a large group of elderly aunts and surrounding them. Although the farmers are poor, they are fully prepared for their ancestors. Before leaving the third small village, the sacrificial supplies in the small bamboo basket have been dumped, and the adults are all fluttering RMB. Without the heavy bag of rice, Qianmai walked and ran, and it took less than an hour to reach Luojia Village.
Before reaching the iron shop, Cui Lingling suddenly trot over on the sandy ground by the stream, clutching the sleeves of the latent wheat like a straw, her grape-like eyes staring at the pair in excitement without blinking. My own good little sister: "Sister, I dreamed of you last night."
The heart of Qianmai was surging, and the aorta was throbbing with excitement, and the exhaustion of walking ten miles in the wind and rain disappeared instantly. I found a clean place to lay down the burden, and reached out to hold my sister's red hand from the cold. It was covered with small fine sand, thinking it was just playing with the sand. Asked: "Why aren't you at home? It's damp and cold outside today. Be careful of freezing."
Cui Lingling was still immersed in her thoughts, and she said to herself: "But in the dream, my sister is gone, and will never come to the village again... I don't have peanut cakes...".
Qianmai knew that this sister was a bit nonsense and had practical experience, but she was still amused by the milky words. He squeezed Cui Lingling's wrinkled clothes, tied the scarf around her neck, and said: "Didn't you tell me? My sister will come every Sunday. Don't run out, just wait at home. . Haven't you answered your sister's question yet?"
Cui Lingling took the peanut cake, and cherished the peanuts on the cake and sent them to her mouth. She couldn't help but feel depressed: "My brother is sick again. Mom and Dad have gone to the hospital."
"I was in the hospital for the holidays today. Is it serious? Then where do you eat and live?"
"I ate and slept at uncle's house." At the end, he pointed to a little older boy behind him and said: "It's the big brother's house. The big brother said that my sister will not come again. I don't believe it, so I just waited here."
The little boy has been watching dumbly beside him, and when the two of them talked about him, he couldn’t help expressing loudly, “Lingling, don’t eat her cake. She will take you away and sell it. My mother said, she It's a little shopkeeper who sells girls."
Cui Lingling continued to arrange clothes for her by Qianmai, while weakly defending: "This sister can't, she is kind to me."
It is indeed my sister, absolutely united front at the critical moment. Qianmai stood up slowly, without reasoning, but instead glanced at the little boy coldly, and then smiled quickly: "Your mother is wrong. I don't sell girls, I sell boys.... I am a boy who sells boys. Good wolf!"