Chapter 29 Buying Firewood
Finally, Yingbao spent money to buy two pairs of hair flowers made of colorful silk, and three pairs of exquisite carved wooden combs, the kind that can be pinned on the hair as decoration, which is very popular now.
There is also a copper-headed dry pipe and a pile of small toys made of wood.
Things like a dove cart with colored heads, a jigsaw puzzle, a Kongming lock, and two small horse heads made of colored paper cost her a total of 180 coins.
Jiang Sanlang couldn't help but be speechless when he saw that his little girl was so good at picking things and spending money so well.
The gadgets she bought looked inconspicuous, but they were all exquisite, beautiful, and very practical.
After a few words of advice, my daughter didn't listen, so I let her go.
After all, the money is her own. As long as the little girl is willing, she can buy someone back.
The father and daughter shopped while shopping.
Jiang Sanlang bought new year's door charms, and Ying Bao bought candied haws.
Jiang Sanlang chose bowls and chopsticks, while Ying Bao bought candy figures.
In the end, the big backpack couldn't fit in, and both hands were full, so Jiang Sanlang could only carry his daughter back.
Suddenly, Ying Bao, who was condescending, saw a young man in ragged clothes with a load of firewood in front of him. On the black firewood, there seemed to be a few golden shrunken mushroom ears, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Dad! Dad! Come over quickly!"
Ying Bao patted her father on the shoulder, pointed to the roadside and said, "Go over there."
Jiang Sanlang thought his daughter had seen something delicious again, so he reminded: "Bao'er, we bought too many snacks, it's hard to take them."
"No snacks. Dad, let me down. I'm going to take a look at that." She pointed to the roadside with her little hand.
"Uh" Jiang Sanlang turned his head and looked over, and couldn't help but be stunned.
There was no one selling food or toys in that direction. There was only a boy in ragged clothes who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, and a load of firewood in front of him.
Does my daughter really want to buy someone?
Nonsence! What was he thinking? Why would his daughter want to buy a black boy?
But the girl struggled to come down, and there was no other way. Jiang Sanlang had no choice but to go to the roadside and put down his backpack, sit on a stone to rest, and wait for his two nephews.
Fortunately, this place is already on the outskirts of the market, there are few people setting up stalls, and the flow of people is sparse, so there is no need to worry about the little girl being stepped on.
Ying Bao was carried out of the basket by her father and ran to the load of firewood. She raised her head and asked the boy in ragged clothes: "Do you sell firewood?"
The young man saw that it was a little girl with a tiger head hat who was a little taller who came to ask. He thought she was curious, so he nodded.
"How much is it?" Yingbao asked.
Young man: "Three articles."
Ying Bao smiled and asked again: "How much does it cost for you to take me home?"
The young man frowned and asked, "Where is your home?"
"Dongchen Village." Yingbao answered.
"Dongchen Village." The young man thought for a while and said, "Send it to Dongchen Village. Five coins."
"Okay, come with me later." Ying Bao put the five cents in the young man's hand, "This is the money to buy firewood, I'll give it to you first."
The young man nodded, clenched the coins in his hand, pursed his lips, and a small pear dimple appeared on one cheek, obviously very happy.
Ying Bao glanced at the pear dimple passing by the young man's cheek, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then looked at him carefully.
He has delicate features, a thin face, and a cold expression, which is just a little dark, probably because he has been working in the fields all year round.
After watching it for a long time, the familiarity disappears. Yingbao turned around and ran to see Chaihe.
Jiang Sanlang was already stunned by his daughter's actions.
Why do you need to buy a load of firewood when your little girl is so good?
There is no need to pay for firewood at home. There are many mountains in the back, and you can pick up a load just by walking around there.
But what can I do if my daughter has already bought it? Let her go.
Jiang Sanlang didn't know where his daughter bought firewood. What she bought was the golden ears on dead firewood.
Ying Bao squatted in front of Chai He. She had already picked out two golden little finger-sized ears with her little hands, sniffed them under her nose, pretended to put them in her pockets, but actually put them quietly into the cave.
Hehe, Snow Fungus didn't see it, but he actually found Golden Fungus, which is more precious than Snow Fungus.
She wanted to put the firewood with golden ears into the cave, and then pour some water to see if they could grow more.
Ying Bao stared at the bundle of firewood and stretched out her hands to pull it open to see if there were any more golden ears inside. She heard her father call her:
"Bao'er, come here quickly. Your cousin is here. Let's go home."
Jiang Sanlang finally saw his two nephews appear, and immediately called his daughter into the basket.
"Hey." Ying Bao agreed, not forgetting his own firewood, and motioned to the boy in ragged clothes: "We are going home, please follow us quickly."
"Yes." The young man said nothing, and lowered himself to pick up the firewood.
Chuanhe Town is about five or six miles away from Dongchen Village. It is not easy to carry a load of firewood that far.
When he finally arrived, the young man was so tired that his face was flushed and his whole body was covered in sweat.
Ying Bao took advantage of him to untie the rope of the pole and asked, "Where did you collect firewood?"
The young man looked over cautiously and saw the confused and curious look on the little doll's face. He paused and said, "In Shita Mountain."
"Where is Shita Mountain?" Ying Bao continued to ask.
The young man was silent for a moment, "On the west side of Beishan."
"Oh." Ying Bao licked the candy in her hand, thought for a while, took out two water chestnuts from her pocket and gave them to him: "Here you can eat."
She saw that this young man was barefoot and wearing straw sandals, and his trousers were in tatters and a lot too short, exposing his ankles that were purple from the cold. She couldn't help but think of a person she met in her previous life, but that person had never been so depressed.
I don’t know why I suddenly thought of him.
I remember that man's name was Chu Yan, a school officer in the Dudu Mansion.
Every time I met him, he was dressed in a brocade robe, with an embroidered spring knife hanging from his waist, and his eyes looked at people like sharp knives out of their sheaths, cold and emotionless.
She also saw with her own eyes that Chu Yan took out the Xiuchun Dao and chopped off a person's arm with one strike, with a half-motionless expression on his face, just like chopping melons and vegetables.
But he was such a cold-blooded person, but he was willing to be used by himself and took great risks to help him escape from the Governor's Mansion.
Today, the young man's eyes and the pear dimples on his cheeks actually looked a bit like him, especially the vigilant glance just now.
The young man hesitated, took the water chestnut, and whispered: "Thank you."
Ying Bao watched the young man carry the pole away and licked the candy man with no expression on his face.
"Yingbao, what are you doing standing there?" Jiang Sanlang came out of the kitchen and saw his daughter standing at the door of the courtyard, and asked curiously.
Ying Bao came back to her senses and said with a smile, "I'll find a place to pile firewood."
The young man carried the firewood into the yard and placed it next to the deer shed. She wanted to spread the firewood and look at them one by one. There were some dry firewood with golden ears on them.
Jiang Sanlang shook his head, no longer caring about his little girl, and went back to sort out the things he brought back.
Most of the things in the backpack were trinkets bought by Yingbao, and the only New Year's goods he bought were meager.
A piece of pork, a few bowls, a pair of chopsticks, a pack of coarse salt, two pieces of tofu, a few door charms, and nothing else.
Jiang Sanlang sighed, sorted the things and put them away, and scooped out a basin of wheat, preparing to go to his elder brother's place to grind flour and make dumplings on New Year's Eve tomorrow.
After grinding the flour, he has to pound some rice to eat during the festival.
As for Ying Bao, she squatted beside the firewood pile and looked at each firewood pile, and found four firewood sticks with golden ears.
She was so happy that she ran to her father with firewood and asked, "Dad! Dad! What kind of tree is this?"
Only golden ears that grow on non-poisonous trees can be eaten. She wants to ask what kind of firewood it is.
Jiang Sanlang took it and looked at it carefully, and said truthfully: "It's a mulberry tree."
"Hehehe, I know." Yingbao grabbed the stick and ran away.
Jiang Sanlang was speechless, shook his head, and went out with a pot of wheat.