Ginger seedlings that don’t suffer any loss

Author: Mu Shenghua

Ginger seedlings that don’t suffer any loss

Uncle Li looked at Jiang Miao who was following him with a smile, and then glanced at Cheng Huai who didn't like to talk.

This boy is very fond of his wife. How can he ride in his ox cart on weekdays? His two big feet can move faster than his ox.

Placing the rabbit and basket in his hand on the car, Cheng Huai turned sideways and reached out to pick up the ginger seedlings easily.

Jiang Miao immediately grabbed his strong arm and pursed her lips. There were many people on the oxcart, and everyone was watching. He was not shy at all at this time. His ears were red when he looked at her feet last night.

Already.

Cheng Huai paid two pennies to Uncle Li. He didn't take the bus, but just stood aside and waited.

The bus is almost full and should be leaving soon.

"Jiang Miao, your man really loves you!"

"Let me tell you, Jiang Miao married a good man, and her previous hardships were not in vain."

"How many men do you have who can hunt to make money and love their wives?"

After putting the things away, Jiang Miao heard some ladies chatting in the car, joking and talking casually.

Jiang Miao didn't care, she simply pretended to be a little daughter-in-law and smiled shyly.

Neighbors and acquaintances in this village like to gossip, but as long as they are not insulting or abusive words, it will be over after listening to them.

"Uncle Li, let's go, no one is coming!" someone shouted impatiently.

Uncle Li looked towards the village and saw that no one was coming. He shouted in a loud voice: "Everyone, sit down and let's go!"

The bullock cart started moving, and Jiang Miao suddenly lost her center of gravity. She swayed left and right and got stuck in the middle of a group of people, but she was too embarrassed to catch them.

Cheng Huai followed the bullock cart, stretched out his hand to help her, and walked steadily beside it, no slower than the bullock cart.

Jiang Miao looked up and caught a glimpse of the light in the man's eyes. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that he seemed to be smiling just now.

"Uncle Li, wait! There are still people who want to take the bus!"

Behind her, Jiang Mei ran over carrying a bag and a basket, followed by a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a long face, a sharp mouth, and narrow eyes, dressed in black cloth and coarse clothes.

Jiang Miao couldn't help but look at it twice more, and it looked familiar yet familiar at the same time.

Uncle Li stopped the cart and asked Jiang Mei to get on. The man also climbed on, making the originally crowded bullock cart even more crowded.

The ladies who were chatting happily were a little dissatisfied: "Oh, we have already left and we have to go up. I can't even squeeze in anymore!"

"Everyone squeeze in, it's convenient!" Uncle Li shouted from the front.

Jiang Miao held the rabbit in her arms to prevent them from accidentally squeezing the rabbit.

Jiang Mei was sitting next to an aunt. When she saw a basket beside Jiang Miao, she couldn't help but said, "Jiang Miao, please hold the basket as well to make room for everyone."

As soon as the words came out, everyone on the side looked over, frowned at Luokang, then looked at Cheng Huai, and immediately gave up their thoughts.

No one dares to mess with Cheng Huai. What if he hits someone if he doesn't like it?

He is the strongest and strongest in this village.

Seeing that no one was helping her to speak, Jiang Mei stopped saying anything, but her expression looked aggrieved, as if someone had bullied her.

Jiang Mei is Zhang Xiu's daughter, her cousin. She used to be eccentric when she was in the Jiang family. She always disliked little Jiang Miao, which caused her to be scolded a lot.

Jiang Miao is not used to her being like a little white lotus, and she doesn't want to make other people hate her.

She deliberately stretched out her hand and patted her basket and looked at her, "Jiang Mei, I paid for the space for my basket. Did you give it to me? Doesn't your own basket take up space? Why don't you hold it yourself?"

When she was chatting on the bullock cart just now, she observed that the carriage cost per person was one penny. Cheng Huai didn't take the cart and gave Uncle Li two pence. It was only natural that the baskets should be placed here.

Why did Jiang Mei's basket take up space when she arrived?

Jiang Mei was speechless and looked at her blankly.

Jiang Miao glared at her confidently, "I don't care if I don't pay for your basket of small things. Why don't you just hold them in your arms to make room? You came late, so you should consider everyone else!"

When it comes to the moral high ground, she has never lost.

Everyone immediately turned around.

"Jiang Mei, hold the basket and make room."

"Yeah, my butt is about to fall off."

Jiang Mei's face stiffened and she held her basket in her arms, "It's causing trouble for my uncles and aunts."

The bullock cart became less crowded instantly, and Jiang Miao also held Cheng Huai's hand to sit more steadily.

Cheng Huai looked down at his little wife who was secretly happy with her lips pursed, and for the first time he knew that she still had such a temperament that she would not suffer any loss.

The road to the town was uneven, with many bumpy dirt roads, which made Jiang Miao's butt hurt.

After sitting for almost half an hour, the bullock cart stopped, and everyone got off with their things.

Cheng Huai once again pinched Jiang Miao's arms with both hands and hugged her down.

Feeling the heat from the man's body, Jiang Miao couldn't help but feel her face heat up a bit.

"Cheng Huai, I can come down by myself." She said firmly.

Cheng Huai picked up the rabbit and the basket and nodded towards her to show that he understood.

With such a light and calm expression, Jiang Miao felt that these words must have been in vain.

She looked around and saw Jiang Mei and the man again, carrying things and walking into the crowd one after another.

Her eyes flashed suddenly, and she reached out to grab Cheng Huai's arm beside her, "Cheng Huai!"

The man was startled, his dark eyes falling on her slender fingers.

Jiang Miao raised her head and whispered nervously: "Do you remember the man who was in the car with Jiang Mei just now?"

Cheng Huai nodded.

She gripped his arm tighter, "He is the man who picked the lock that day!"

Although I didn’t fully see the other person’s face that day, the feeling was unmistakable, and the height and figure matched.

Without doubting what Jiang Miao said, Cheng Huai carefully recalled the other party's appearance and nodded, "I understand."

If you know who it is, it will be easier.

It's still early in the morning, so there aren't many people going to the market, but there are quite a few stalls set up, and densely packed rows occupy positions on both sides of the road.

Jiang Miao was a little surprised: "Whoever gets this first belongs to whoever?"

"Yeah." Cheng Huai found an open space and put down his things.

Jiang Miao followed him and stood beside him, then knelt down and arranged the basket and the big rabbit respectively.

The smell of the hot steamed buns was enticing. Jiang Miao squatted down and stared at it carefully for a while.

Cheng Huai lowered his head and looked at Jiang Miao, who was as tall as a child. He bent down and took out a bun and stuffed it into her hand.

"Cheng Huai, I'm not hungry."

Jiang Miao swallowed her saliva. She was greedy. People who have been hungry can't help themselves when they see food.

"have eaten."

After saying these two words, Cheng Huai ignored her and stood up straight and continued to look at the people going by.

Jiang Miao looked up at him, with a really cold expression, but the words in her mouth were so warm.
Chapter completed!