After all, in the era when they lived, marriage was mainly based on the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker. Since parents were not around, it was not wise to find a matchmaker rashly, so they could only delay for the time being.
Jiang Hexi and Jiang Xiaojiu felt that no matter what the situation was, they would not be like Yu, so they came to talk to Huo Jingchen directly.
Jiang Xiaoshi saw that everyone was sitting awkwardly on the table, and began to talk about his experiences on the river and the small handicrafts he bought from some places on the river.
"I think, sister, you should go outside for a walk more often. After being trapped in the mountains for a long time, you feel that people's vision becomes very narrow. Moreover, many similar things outside can arouse your curiosity and inspire you
Your creative inspiration.”
Jiang Hexi nodded. Although his body was confined to the mountains, his soul not only traveled to many places, but also traveled from other places.
If that is the case, she should say it.
However, when she looked at Huo Jingchen's eyes, it seemed that there was something hard to say. Moreover, some of the memories on her body seemed to be sealed, sealed very thoroughly, and she couldn't find a place to start and open it.
Could it be that I have lost my memory? What kind of experience did the memory I lost have been?
Jiang Hexi began to feel confused.
After dinner, it was almost dark. Jiang Xiaojiu pulled Jiang Hexi's clothes in a hurry, worried about tomorrow's goods.
Jiang Hexi took her to say goodbye to Huo Jingchen, and then began to return to the small yard to make their barbecue.
Two days after he left, Uncle Hong San raised the price and also kept some customers. Now it can be said that he is starting over and doing things is booming.
Jiang Xiaojiu skillfully pushed his barbecue stall under the shade of the trees by the river, and used a palm-leaf fan to smell the fragrant barbecue smell throughout the street.
"How much does this roast chicken cost?" An old man carrying a beggar chicken came over and asked.
"Huh? Haven't you bought beggar chicken? Why do you want me to make this roast chicken?" Although Jiang Xiaojiu also wants to do business, she can't make people lose money.
"Oh, you don't know, your chicken looks bright and magnificent. The beggar chicken looks dark and simple. The chickens from your two families look rich and colorful when put together. Let's put it on it.
It's called Mandarin duck chicken!"
The old man gestured, as if he was talking about a delicious foreign dish.
"Oh? So you taste rich and colorful?" Jiang Xiaojiu was a little full of expectations.
"Yes, otherwise why would I buy one and another one? I was reluctant to buy it before, but now everyone's prices are the same, so I don't care so much."
The old man looked happy, but he was a little sorry, and shrugged, "Why do you have another price war? We will buy you more!"
Jiang Hexi looked at the old man. Although he was telling the truth, the truth seemed to be unacceptable. He frowned and scolded: "Grandpa, what you think is so beautiful, we have a price war, and then we will benefit from it.
It's all you, we're both sides of the country."
The old man smiled strangely: "We know this more or less. But for us ordinary people, we care about the price. You are willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten, so how can I interfere?"
Jiang Hexi nodded: "You don't think about it. Our two families are gone. Who will make delicious food for you then? Could it be that you can also make it yourself?"
The old man smiled willfully: "That's not the case, but you don't have a good relationship with yourself. Let's blame us for turning back, I won't take the blame!"
As he said that, he ran out with the roast chicken.
Jiang Hexi looked at Jiang Xiaojiu. Sure enough, Chen Yu's persuasion that day was still a little useful. After all, killing each other like this is not good for everyone.
Not long after, the market came back, and many people who had bought beggar chickens turned around and bought a braised chicken. The mandarin duck chicken became an exclusive delicacy in Qinghe County.
Jiang Xiaoshi came out on patrol and saw a large group of people surrounding the barbecue stall. He quickly asked his brothers to ring the gong and open the way.
The crowded crowd heard the noise of gongs and drums, and didn't know what was going on, so they gave up a river.
Jiang Xiaoshi held a roll and shouted loudly: "The master said, buy things when you buy things, don't be crowded, come first and then arrive, and line up carefully!"
The people around him were puzzled and asked: "How do you line up? How do you know which of us comes first and who comes later?"
Then, there was another noisier riot.
"You don't know how to queue up, right? Come on, I'll draw lots for you, is it fair?" Jiang Xiaoshi followed Chen Yu to write like this, and felt that many common tricks from officials have learned by themselves.
Soon, his subordinates brought a bucket of paper balls, and all the numbers were written on them, and whoever got them would be who they would be.
Seeing that some people were about to leave dejectedly, Jiang Xiaoshi comforted again: "Don't do this, either. I promise everyone that as long as the lottery draws, there will be roast chicken supply. It's just a matter of order. Everyone has no objection.
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They rushed to buy roast chicken later, and were worried that there would be no goods later.
There are only a hundred people in this county town, and there are not many people coming and going. If there is any goods, who would be willing to squeeze in?
When the residents heard such an explanation, they lined up obediently and gave in to each other.
Without the crowding, the barbecue stall was much empty. Then Jiang Hexi and Jiang Xiaojiu's sales efficiency was also higher.
After a while, the crowded crowd bought something they were satisfied with and went home.
Jiang Hexi looked at Jiang Xiaoshi: "Yes, you will maintain order. You master will definitely reward you heavily when the time comes."
Jiang Xiaoshiyun smiled lightly: "Where do you need the master's reward? As long as you do it happily and the transaction goes smoothly, I look like I have won the award, and I'll be happy."
Jiang Hexi looked at Jiang Xiaoshi with a satisfied expression, and now he understood what it means to live and work in peace and contentment.
He recognized his job and felt that he liked it very much at work. Even if he was promoted and raised, he was unwilling to change it. This is called living and working in peace.
At this time, Uncle Hong San, who was selling beggar chickens, came over with a beggar chicken and asked, "Miss Jiang, have you not sold it yet? Give this chicken to you, you can go back and eat it!"
Jiang Xiaojiu asked for help: "Why are you so embarrassed? You should keep it!"
Seeing their polite appearance, Uncle Hong San hurriedly said, "If you are embarrassed, you can give me a roast chicken. Now it is popular in the county to eat mandarin duck chicken. You said we are beggar chickens, too
You don’t have the ability to be a chicken like you, right?”
Jiang Xiaojiu took out two chickens and handed them to Uncle Hong San: "Come on, we have more chickens here. If you are embarrassed in the future, you can return them to me."
Uncle Hong San looked at it and accepted it without hesitation.
After all, although the two families may compete with each other in many places, the competition is based on cooperation. If they start to fight to the death before they cooperate, they will be really cold.
Jiang Hexi hid the chicken under the stool, and she felt that she hadn't returned to Baohetang for a while.
People like Miao Shizhen usually don’t like to talk. Even if they have a huge grievance, they will still bear it alone.
So, if he didn't take the initiative to go back, Miao Shizhen wouldn't say it, and Miao Shizhen wouldn't be angry either. He just gave him a chicken and everything would be easy to discuss.
So she ran to Baohetang with beggar chicken and the roast chicken she sold herself.
Miao Shizhen was still on the clinic, but when he smelled this smell, he began to feel uneasy. He ignored the guests sitting opposite him and shouted to his subordinates: "You guys call me Miss Jiang and say I'll keep her here.
Have lunch.”
Jiang Hexi was not deaf, and when he heard such greetings, he would not go outside, so he walked around the courtyard for two rounds.
Jiang Hexi sat under the big locust tree in the backyard for half an hour and saw the locust tree falling leaves.
In this midsummer, the locust tree will not fall easily. Unless it is a reason for this, she called a little apprentice.
"Senior brother, is the clinic's business doing well these days?"
The brother of Jiang Guo shook his head, sighed, and said to Jiang Hexi: "Okay, but Master can't say it well!"
Jiang Hexi frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Why is it good, and then it's not good?"
The little brother smiled slightly and looked at Jiang Hexi: "Senior Brother Jiang, have you forgotten? Master once said that his business is good, which means that the people in the county are not good enough. If his business is bad, the people in the county will
Life is good.”
This is the essence that all doctors can see through. After all, doctors have special business, so it is of course the best not to have patients around them. Unfortunately, I can’t find food.
Jiang Hexi guessed about two or three points, and then asked, "Then, senior brother, do you think the clinic's business is good or the business is bad?"
The little brother shook his head: "The clinic business is so good."
This is no wonder. This locust tree can be said to be a sign of good or bad luck.
Miao Shizhen has seen through the cold and cold world for so many years, so how could he care about his own good and bad luck? The fallen leaves of the locust tree are probably due to a plague in the city.
When Miao Shizhen came out, Jiang Hexi stepped forward and asked, "Master, are there many patients recently?"
Miao Shizhen nodded: "More is more, but it seems that they are all a typical disease. The fever does not subside, and then they are weak and weak."
Jiang Hexi frowned and asked, "Master, do you mean that the fever does not go away, and then the same symptoms?"
Miao Shizhen nodded: "Yes, and they are all people from Hejia Village."
Isn’t this the so-called flu? It’s just that people didn’t have so many proper terms in the past, and they don’t know how to treat flu.