Chapter 39 Husband and wife set out, meet a rival?
The steamed buns in several large steamers were placed neatly on the bullock cart. In order to prevent others from seeing what they were, Zhao Qingsong covered them with linen cloth.
Li Rong went to push the bicycle, but Zhao Qingsong stopped her: "I don't want to ride the bicycle anymore. There is no need to go out to work today. I will sell things with you later."
"Okay." Li Rong looked happy, supported the cart board, and with the help of Zhao Qingsong, got on the cart.
When we left, it was not bright yet, but it happened to be the time for the villagers to get up and make breakfast.
Before leaving the village, she met Aunt Liu holding green vegetables in her hands. She watched the young couple driving the ox cart and stopped the ox cart when Li Rong greeted her.
She asked Li Rong if she could go to the supply and marketing cooperative in the county town.
Li Rong said go.
Aunt Liu asked Li Rong to help buy some things.
The hens raised by Li Rong's family were brought back by Aunt Liu. Li Rong remembered her kindness and agreed immediately, writing down what Aunt Liu wanted to buy.
Occasionally, the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking gradually faded away.
The two of them sit side by side, the road ahead is full of spring, and the snacks behind them are the hope of life.
Zhao Qingsong took a safe path. Several people greeted Zhao Qingsong along the way, and Zhao Qingsong shouted back twice.
When they arrived at the place, Li Rong jumped off the bullock cart and shouted to the boss who was sitting on a stool holding a bowl and eating.
The boss said "Hey", took two mouthfuls of rice, stood up at the same time, stretched his head, and kept glancing at the bullock cart behind Li Rong: "Okay, big girl, even bring the bullock cart up, it's so big
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Li Rong raised her lips and said, "Boss, have you finished fixing the iron stove that I said I wanted to borrow from you?"
"It's been done a long time ago. It's in the yard. Just move it out."
Zhao Qingsong came over: "Where is it? I'll move it."
The boss put down the bowl and pointed to the back room. Zhao Qingsong crossed Li Rong and walked in with the boss.
Li Rong did not wait any longer and folded the cloth covering the steamer. Zhao Qingsong and the others moved out the iron stove, followed by a woman carrying a bag of coal.
Zhao Qingsong adjusted the position of the iron stove and leveled it, then turned back. The boss pointed at the woman and said, "This is my wife."
Li Rong has been here many times to set up a stall or buy things. This is the first time she has met the boss's wife.
The woman smiled friendly at Li Rong: "Is this the Comrade Li that his father often calls me? He's really handsome and capable."
Li Rong said modestly: "Wherever there is, it's all for the convenience of the boss."
She took out a few meat buns and handed them to the woman. The latter's expression changed and he waved his hands quickly: "I can't take it, I can't take it, you can keep it and sell it for money."
Li Rong stuffed it into her hand: "I've done a lot today, and it's also the first time we've met. Sister, just accept it."
The woman had no choice but to take it and said, "Then I won't charge you for this coal. It comes and goes again. I'll charge it next time."
Judging from her tone, if Li Rong didn't accept the bag of coal, she wouldn't want Li Rong's buns either.
Li Rong readily agreed.
The woman said a few more words and then entered the house.
When Zhao Qingsong brought out the water, Li Rong had just lit the coal stove and put the iron pot on the stove. Zhao Qingsong poured the water in, and the two of them moved the steamers one by one into the iron pot.
It was still early at this time, and there were not many people in the "free market".
The oxcart was parked in this obstructive and conspicuous place. Zhao Qingsong had often hauled goods for the meat stalls here and knew where to park conveniently. After the two packed up their things, he rushed the oxcart to the place and parked it.
Zhao Qingsong, who was walking back after parking his car, saw customers starting to buy in front of Li Rong's stall, so he walked over quickly.
As time goes by, more and more people come to the "free market", and more and more people come to buy buns.
The first few customers who came bought a lot, probably to take them back for breakfast at home.
They were still regular customers, and one of them said: "Girl, you are here. My wife always likes the meat buns you make. She said you will definitely come today. I counted the days and it is almost the same, so I plan to come and have a look."
Hey, I didn’t expect it to come.”
"Huh? Help me say thank you to my sister-in-law. Is she going to give birth soon?" Li Rong put another red bean paste bun in and said, "Please treat my sister-in-law to something sweet."
The customer left with a satisfied bag of buns.
Several of the guests seemed to be very familiar with Li Rong, and they could talk about everyday things when they opened their mouths.
Zhao Qingsong has seen many "free market" vendors. They talk very little, hardly chat with customers, and some even have cold faces.
This is not because the vendors have a bad attitude, nor does it mean that they do not intend to do business. Almost all vendors in the "free market" are like this, and they all do it to ensure their own safety.
Only Li Rong was so courageous. Zhao Qingsong felt helpless and slightly worried, but looking at her satisfied face, he silently took back what he wanted to say.
They worked quietly and muffled next to each other, and their hands were also quick to pack the steamed buns. The two of them had a tacit understanding of each other and packed the items for the guests as quickly as possible, collecting money and making change.
It's really not tiring to work together between men and women. Li Rong took the opportunity to glance at the man. Unexpectedly, the man happened to look over. Li Rong blushed and looked away.
Zhao Qingsong was the only one left who didn't feel ashamed at all. Li Rong raised her foot and kicked him: "Someone is coming!"
A man in his early twenties came. He told him what he wanted to buy, and Li Rong packed it for him.
The man's eyes followed Li Rong and said, "Comrade, long time no see."
Zhao Qingsong is also a man, he understands men, but his gaze is not innocent, which makes him very uncomfortable, and he looks back with sharp eyes.
Li Rong didn't notice and didn't even raise her head: "Yeah, my nephew is not making trouble because he can't eat steamed buns, right?"
Whenever Li Rong set up a stall, he would come back and buy a lot. He said that his nephew liked to eat it, but he didn't buy it one time and his nephew made a fuss.
The man shook his head: "I'm not making a fuss. I just keep saying that I want to see you and want to see what the person who can make such delicious snacks looks like."
Zhao Qingsong was now more sure that the man's motives were impure, and he coughed twice: "Comrade, the total is five yuan, seventy-two cents."
The man seemed to have noticed Zhao Qingsong's presence just now. He counted the money and handed it over, asking: "Is this your brother? He looks a bit like you."
He said this to Li Rong.
Li Rong was about to answer him when Zhao Qingsong spoke first, and he snorted: "That's a portrait of a husband and wife, and we've notarized it."
He looked at the man warningly.
The man's face darkened: "You're actually married?"
Li Rong's eyebrows furrowed. If she hadn't figured out what the man meant to her at this moment, then the more than twenty years she would have lived in future generations would have been in vain.
Although Zhao Qingsong's tone was not very good, it was impossible for her to refute Zhao Qingsong. What he said was the truth, and this was the best time to cut off the man's mind.
She nodded and acknowledged Zhao Qingsong's words.
The man looked at them complicatedly, took the bun and turned around to leave. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Comrade, our ancestors taught us to be brave. After thinking about it, I still have to say it."