Chapter 277 Peony
After asking twice, one of the children said with a foreign accent: "Xiaohe Village, we are from Xiaohe Village."
Yingbao didn't know where Xiaohe Village was, but she was certain that the two children were not from Qinchuan County.
She squatted down and used her fingers to test the breath of the person lying on the ground, and found that the person was dead.
"Who is this person among you?" Ying Bao asked.
The older boy looked wary and refused to say anything. The girl next to him said, "It's A Niang."
Ying Bao paused and decided to tell them the truth: "Your mother-in-law is dead."
Even in cold weather, being around dead people will make you sick. If these two children don't find a place to stay as soon as possible, they probably won't survive this winter.
The girl cried while chewing the apple, while the boy was silent. Obviously they already knew the result.
Jiang Quan came over and took out a large bunch of copper coins and handed it over: "Here, here are three hundred coins. You can't steal other people's things anymore. You are lucky today. It's us you met. If it was someone else, you should have taken your money earlier." My legs are broken. Don’t stay here, find a place to stay first.”
Even if you work as a slave, it is better than freezing and starving to death on the street.
The boy immediately took the copper coin, thanked him, and put the money into his tattered clothes.
Jiang Quan held his little cousin in one hand, Xiao Hei and Golden Boy in the other, turned around and left.
There are many such beggars. Today he encountered several groups in the market, and he didn't know where they came from.
I can help them for a while, but I can't help them forever. Now I can only give them some money to help them survive for a while.
The golden boy was sobbing all the way, feeling sorry for the apple that was snatched away after half-eaten.
Seeing that he didn't stop, Ying Bao had no choice but to take out another big apple from her small bag and give it to him. "Here, stop crying. I haven't asked you yet, why did you come here?"
The golden boy took the apple, wiped his nose with his sleeve, and instantly beamed, "I want to go to your house and play with you."
In the past, he often went to Jiangji Specialty Shop with his eldest sister, so today he wanted to go there to play with Yingbao.
Ying Bao said angrily: "How old are you? You dare to run around alone?"
The golden boy blinked and said seriously: "I will be seven years old during the Chinese New Year, of course I dare."
He has been playing in front of the shop since he was a child. When he was a little older, he would run far away to play with his friends from the neighbors. Not long ago, he even went to Wa City to watch an acrobatic performance alone.
Yingbao sighed secretly.
I guess this is how street kids are raised.
In fact, the golden boy has already started attending private school, but recently the private school has been on annual vacation, so he has been a little idle.
Today happened to be the day when the enemy family and the Jiang family were getting married. There were many guests at home, so it was inevitable that there would be some oversights, so the golden boy was not taken care of.
Fortunately, the golden boy only encountered two little beggars and was not seriously injured. If he encountered a kidnapper or a kidnapper, the consequences would be disastrous.
But then again, the seven-year-old baby can already remember things. Kidnappers don't like kidnapping boys, but it's a different matter if they are girls.
For safety reasons, Yingbao and her second cousin sent the golden boy to his door before returning to the market.
After shopping for good things, I saw that it was getting late, so I walked back.
When I passed the wall again, the two little beggars and the corpse on the ground were gone.
On the second day, Jiang Dalang and Jiang Erlang returned to their hometown with Jiang Cheng and his wife, while Jiang Sanlang stayed to take care of his daughter and Jiang Quan. They also went to the market to buy door gods and peach charms in preparation for the New Year's Eve, which would be used for his house and his daughter's shop. Put on new symbols.
As for Jiang Cheng's house, his father-in-law will naturally manage it.
The New Year's Eve day soon arrived.
Jiang Quan got up early in the morning, called his little cousin, loaded the turntable and some goods into the carriage, and transported them to a better place for him.
At this time, it was bright and clear, and there were already people moving on the street.
Ying Bao poked his head out of the carriage and saw a row of bricks on the ground on both sides of the street, either a bamboo root, a wooden stick, or a few lumps of earth.
This means that someone came in the middle of the night, used these things to occupy the territory first, and then set up a stall according to their own marks the next day.
I guess my second cousin had also been here, and I saw a dozen pieces of broken tiles placed around the place where their carriage was, marking a circle.
"Ying Bao, are you hungry?" Jiang Quan set up the carousel and prepared to go to a food shop not far away to buy breakfast.
Yingbao breathed a sigh of relief: "I want to eat wontons and meatloaf." She suddenly missed her aunt's meatloaf.
"Wait! I'll buy it." Jiang Quan happily ran to buy breakfast.
After a while, he came over with two large bowls of wontons and an oil paper bag under his arm.
Ying Bao sat on the carriage, eating wontons and meatloaf, which were delicious.
The sky is getting brighter and there are more and more people on the street, most of them are vendors setting up stalls.
Yingbao looked at her big colorful carousel and a signboard next to the carousel, which read: Jiangji Specialties, opposite the county school, sells the county's specialties.
Looking at the turntable again, Jiang Quan has painted various patterns on it, and each pattern corresponds to a small commodity.
The most expensive thing turned out to be a silver bracelet.
After finishing the wontons, Jiang Quan handed the bowl and chopsticks back to the snack shop and then stood there shooting arrows to attract customers.
Ying Bao was a little bored sitting in the carriage. Seeing her second cousin still shooting arrows, she said, "I'm going back. Can you stay here alone?"
"Going back to where?" Jiang Quan didn't know why.
Yingbao pointed in the direction of the shop, "I'll set up a stall at the door of the shop." In the past two days, she had taken out a lot of apples, melons, and some flowers, just to sell them in the shop to increase the popularity of the shop.
Jiang Quan nodded: "Okay."
Anyway, the third uncle is here. If the little cousin is too busy, the third uncle will definitely take care of her.
The flow of people at the county school is much less than that at the market, and there are also fewer stalls on the roadside.
Yingbao and her father opened the door of the shop, then carried a small bamboo bed and placed it at the door of the shop. There were a lot of bright and dazzling peonies and chrysanthemums on the bamboo bed.
These clusters of peonies, with their flower stems wrapped in cotton soaked in Pupil Spring, can keep blooming for several days.
There is also a basket of fragrant woodland flowers, a basket of big red apples, and a large basket of golden and green melons.
Although Jiang Sanlang wondered why there was such a thing in the winter, he couldn't think of anything weird.
After all, some wealthy families will also build some greenhouses, and many precious flowers are raised in the greenhouses.
But what exactly they will raise is unknown to ordinary people.
Maybe these peonies, dandelions and chrysanthemums are raised by some wealthy families.
As for apples, that’s not unusual. Some fruit farmers deliberately store autumn fruits for sale in the winter, hoping to sell them at a high price.
Not long after the things were put out, people came around to watch.
Because this bed of bright peonies was so attractive, even Jiang Yunniang ran over to look at it several times.
"How do you sell these flowers?" an aunt asked.
Ying Bao: "One peony is fifty cents, and five wood peonies are one hundred cents."
"Ah! It's so expensive!" The aunt was stunned: "It's just as expensive as silk flowers."
Ying Bao said seriously: "Silk flowers have no fragrance. These flowers in my house are fresh and real flowers. They can last for several days."
Nowadays, people love flowers, and they love real flowers even more. Although silk flowers never fade, they are also inferior ornaments.
Especially in winter when thousands of flowers are withered, it would be a great honor for Yuan Zhengshi to be able to wear a real peony to visit relatives and friends.