Several large steamer buns were properly placed on the ox cart. In order to prevent others from seeing what it was, Zhao Qingsong covered it with linen.

Li Rong went to push the bicycle, and Zhao Qingsong stopped her: "I won't ride a bicycle anymore. I won't have to go out to work today. I'll sell things with you later."

"Okay." Li Rong looked happy, held the ox cart board, and with Zhao Qingsong's assistance, she got on the ox cart.

When we left, the sky was not over yet, but it was just the time for the villagers to get up to make breakfast.

Before she left the village, she met Aunt Liu holding vegetables in her hand. She watched the couple driving the ox cart and stopped the ox cart when Li Rong greeted her.

She asked Li Rong if she would go to the supply and marketing cooperative in the county town.

Li Rong said to go.

Aunt Liu asked Li Rong to help buy some things.

The hen raised by Li Rong's family was brought back by Aunt Liu. Li Rong remembered her kindness and agreed immediately, and wrote down what Aunt Liu wanted to buy.

Occasionally, the roosters crowed and the dogs barked, gradually moving away.

The two sat side by side, the road ahead was full of spring, and the snacks behind them were hope for life.

Zhao Qingsong walked on a safe path, and several people greeted Zhao Qingsong along the way, and Zhao Qingsong also replied twice in his throat.

When he arrived at the place, Li Rong jumped out of the ox cart and shouted at the boss sitting on a stool holding a bowl to eat.

The boss said "Oh" and dug two bites of food. At the same time, he stood up, stretched his head, and his eyes always glanced at the ox cart behind Li Rong: "Okay, big girl, even the ox cart is built. Such a big battle, it's amazing."

Li Rong curled her lips: "Boss, have you borrowed the iron stove from me before?"

"It's done long ago, just move it out in the yard."

Zhao Qingsong came over and said, "Where is it? I'll move."

The boss put down the bowl and pointed to the inner room. Zhao Qingsong passed over Li Rong and walked in with the boss.

Li Rong didn't wait until she put away the cloth covered with the steamer and folded it. Zhao Qingsong and the others moved out the iron stove, and there was a woman who came out with a bag of coal.

Zhao Qingsong adjusted the iron furnace and placed it flat, turned back, and the boss pointed at the woman and said, "This is my wife."

Li Rong came to set up a stall or bought things many times, and this was the first time she met her boss’s wife.

The woman smiled friendly at Li Rong: "This is what his father often calls Comrade Li? He looks so beautiful and capable."

Li Rong said modestly: "There is nowhere to be found, it's all for the boss to do it."

She took out a few meat bags and handed them to the woman. The latter's face changed and she waved her hand quickly: "Can't you ask for it, don't you want it, you can keep it for the money."

Li Rongshuo gave her: "I have done a lot today, and it's the first time we meet. Sister, just accept it."

The woman had no choice but to accept it and said, "Then I won't charge you for this coal. I'll get it again, and I'll collect it next time."

If Li Rong didn't accept this bag of coal, she wouldn't want Li Rong's buns.

Li Rong happily agreed.

The woman said a few more words and entered the house.

When Zhao Qingsong took out the water, Li Rong had just lit the coal stove and the iron pot rack was put on. Zhao Qingsong poured the water in. The two of them moved the steamer into the iron pot one by one.

It was still early at this time, and there were not many people in the "free market".

The ox cart was parked in this hindrance and was conspicuous. Zhao Qingsong had often picked up goods for the meat stall here and knew where to park. After the two of them packed up their things, he drove the ox cart to the place to park.

Zhao Qingsong, who had parked the car and walked back, saw that customers had already started buying Li Rong's stall, so he quickly walked over.

As time goes by little by little, more and more people are in the "free market" and more and more people come to buy buns.

The first few customers bought a lot, probably to buy them to make breakfast for your home.

They were regular customers, and one of them said, "Girl, you're here. My wife always likes the meat buns you made. She said you must come today. I've forgotten the days and it's almost done, so I'm going to come and have a look. Hey, I didn't expect it to be here."

"Ha? Please tell my sister-in-law that she is about to give birth?" Li Rong picked up another bean paste bag and said, "Please give me some sweet food."

The guest left with a bag of buns with satisfaction.

Several guests seemed to be very familiar with Li Rong, and they could talk about family matters just by opening their mouths.

Zhao Qingsong has seen many "free market" vendors. They rarely talk, almost never chat with customers, and some even have a cold face.

This is not because the vendors have a bad attitude, nor because they do not plan to do business. The vendors in the "free market" are almost the same, all of which are to ensure their own safety.

Only Li Rong is so brave, Zhao Qingsong feels helpless and a little worried, but when she looks satisfied, she silently takes back what she wants to say.

They were quietly doing things next to them, and their hands were fast to pack buns. The two of them had a tacit understanding of the guests with the fastest speed and collected money to make changes.

It’s really not tiring for a man or a woman to work together. Li Rong took a look at the man in the gap. Unexpectedly, the man also happened to see him. Li Rong’s face turned red and she looked away.

Only Zhao Qingsong was left without any shame. Li Rong raised her feet and kicked him: "Someone is here!"

The person who came was a man in his early twenties. He said he wanted to buy something, and Li Rong put it on for him.

The man's eyes kept following Li Rong and said, "Comrade, long time no see."

Zhao Qingsong is also a man. He understands men. His gaze is not simple, which makes him feel uncomfortable and looks back sharply.

Li Rong didn't notice it and didn't raise her head: "Yeah, my nephew can't eat buns, right?"

As long as Li Rong set up a stall, he came back and bought a lot of them. He said that his nephew loved to eat, but once he didn't buy it, his nephew made a fuss.

The man shook his head: "I didn't make a fuss, I just kept yelling to see you, saying that I wanted to see what the person who could make such delicious snacks looked like."

Zhao Qingsong was even more sure that the man's purpose was impure, so he "coughed" twice: "Comrade, there are 5 pieces and 7 pieces in total."

The man seemed to notice Zhao Qingsong's existence at this time, and handed over the money, asking, "Is this your brother? He looks a bit like you."

He said this to Li Rong.

Li Rong was about to answer him, but Zhao Qingsong spoke first, and he snorted in his nostrils: "That's a couple, we have notarized it."

He looked at the man warningly.

The man's face turned dark: "You're actually married?"

Li Rong frowned. If she hadn't seen what the man meant to her at this moment, the more than twenty years she had lived in the future would have been in vain.

Although Zhao Qingsong's tone was not very good, she could not refute Zhao Qingsong. He told the truth, and this was the best time to cut off a man's mind.

She nodded and admitted Zhao Qingsong's remarks.

The man looked at them in a complicated way, took the bun and turned around and left, and after a few steps, he turned back: "Comrade, our ancestors taught us to be brave. I thought about it and still say it out."
Chapter completed!