Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 431 Selling Rice

"Dad, Dad, can you help me sell it?" Jiang Kang's fair skin turned dark from picking up broken rice in the fields from morning to night.

There is still some redness.

Like a sunburn.

Like a roast duck fresh out of the oven.

"Okay, Daddy will take you to town tomorrow and help you sell it. Then you can choose a gift for Fubao yourself."

What is my son thinking?

Jiang Zhuzi naturally knew.

He worked so hard picking up broken rice.

I guess he just wants to earn money to buy gifts for Fubao.

"Thank you, Dad." As expected.

Hear this.

Jiang Kang was instantly happy.

The next day, the father and son left Jiangjia Village before sunrise.

When we arrived in town, it was exactly noon.

At this time, there is a morning market in Caishi Street in the town.

Many vendors were selling things.

Jiang Zhuzi held his son in his arms, carried a small bamboo basket, and found a grain collector to sell the basket of broken rice.

It turned out to be fifteen cents in exchange.

"Son, you've made a lot of money. Tell me, what do you want to buy? Do you want to buy yourself a meat bun first?"

Jiang Zhuzi carried the empty basket, put his son on the ground and held his hand.

The first time I came to Jiang Kang Town, I felt that everything was new and interesting.

His big eyes look everywhere.

"No, eat it. Buy it for Meimei." Jiang Kang shook his head.

Holding daddy's hand, we walked forward.

As we walked, we arrived at the street of Caishi Street.

Along the way, all kinds of fragrances filled Jiang Kang's nose.

He is so greedy.

Just look away and don't even look at it.

The father and son came to Shibu Street.

They didn't dare to enter the shop and could only look at the small stalls on the street.

Jiang Kang was young, and after walking for a while, Jiang Zhuzi picked him up.

His gaze also changed from looking up to looking down.

"Dad, Dad, stop, get off." We arrived at Zhuizhu Lane, where there were stalls on both sides of the road.

Most of them sell jewelry, rouge and powder, but some also sell cloth and ready-made shoes.

Jiang Kang's eyes were looking at a stall.

Jiang Zhuzi followed his son's gaze and walked over.

This stall is not placed on the ground.

It was propped up with a wooden table.

If Jiang Kang stood on the ground, he wouldn't even be able to touch his head.

"This one looks good." Jiang Kang said, pointing to a hollow wooden lotus hairpin.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it is made of wood.

But this wood has a faint fragrance when you hold it in your hand.

The workmanship is also very good.

"You have a good eye. How much is this hairpin?" Jiang Zhuzi asked the stall owner on behalf of his son.

The stall owner is a woman.

The clothes and appearance are ordinary.

About forty years old.

There is always a smile on his face.

Therefore, there are many wrinkles.

"You are the first customer to ask for the price today. How about this? You don't have to pay it back. Just give me thirteen cents and that'll be the opening day."

The price the woman offered was neither high nor low.

If Jiang Zhuzi were buying it himself, he might bargain and try to get a penny or two off.

But this was a gift from his son to Fubao, so he simply let his son decide for himself.

"Do you want to buy it?" Jiang Zhuzi asked his son with his head down.

"Buy it." Jiang Kang nodded immediately.

"Okay." Jiang Zhuzi put his son down.

Then he took out a copper coin from his waist, counted out thirteen coins and handed it to the stall owner.

Then he took the hairpin and asked the stall owner for a piece of worthless linen, wrapped the hairpin and put it in the bamboo basket.

"Are you satisfied now? You still have two cents left. Do you want to save it or buy something delicious? Dad will listen to you." Jiang Zhuzi picked up his son again and left Shibu Street.

He didn't stop walking while he spoke.

"Buy that oil cake just now."

Jiang Kang said softly.

"Okay, greedy boy, Dad knows you want to eat, let's go."

The father and son returned to Caishi Street.

Coincidentally, the fried dough cake was sold for exactly two cents.

After handing the remaining money to the stall owner, Jiang Zhuzi stuffed the fried dough cake into his son's hands.

"Dad, Dad, give it to you to eat." However, Jiang Kang pushed it back.

"Huh? Don't you want to eat fried dough cakes?" Jiang Zhuzi didn't understand.

"I bought this for Daddy. I earned it myself. It belongs to you and Meimei."

It was really difficult for Jiang Kang to speak such a long speech.

He just passed by here and saw his father looking at the oil pancake stall.

Just keep it in mind.

These words made the strong man Jiang Zhuzi's eyes turn red instantly.

This is the money my son worked hard to earn for several days.

I didn't spend a penny.

Just thinking about him and Fubao.

He must have accumulated virtue for several lifetimes to deserve such a good son.

Thinking about all the bad things I did in the past.

He was so embarrassed.

"Okay, Daddy will eat it, but Kang'er also wants to eat it. We'll split it in half each." Jiang Zhuzi put his son on his neck.

Let Jiang Kang ride on his neck and hold his head.

Then break the pancake into two halves.

The father and son each took half of the fried cake and ate it as they walked out of the city.

Both of them had big smiles on their faces.

Time quickly came to the 25th.

Jiang's Snack Shop is closed for one day.

Everyone in the Jiang family stayed at home to accompany Jiang Fubao.

The servants decorated the courtyard and cleaned the garden.

People passing by who didn't know would have thought that the Jiang family had a daughter getting married.

So festive.

"Grandma, there's no need to make it so grand. How many people have you invited?" Jiang Fubao looked at the dozen tables set up in the garden and the courtyard at the entrance. They were all borrowed from neighbors and brought from shops.

She is eight, not ten.

It’s so grand.

That’s a bit exaggerated.

"Grandma didn't explain it clearly. Here, we don't count the age as ten. We count the age as eight." Zhang Jinlan made the gesture of number eight.

"Eight? What does that mean?" Jiang Fubao didn't understand.

"Instead of pretending to be ten years old, we all pretend to be eight years old. How stupid." Jiang Tongtu came back from school yesterday.

He held the bowl, took a mouthful of noodles, and rolled his eyes at Jiang Fubao again.

"Fifth brother, today is my birthday. If you make me cry, be careful or grandma will beat you up!" Jiang Fubao deliberately threatened him.

"Auntie, I know I was wrong." Jiang Tongtu immediately admitted his mistake.

If he makes his sister cry.

Don't talk about grandma.

The whole family had to take turns beating him.

He's not stupid.

"Hahahaha, Fifth Brother is such a coward. By the way, where is my gift?" Jiang Fubao stretched out his hands.

He raised his chin slightly and asked Jiang Tongtu for a gift.

"It's in my room. Don't worry. How could Fifth Brother forget to send you off? Now that you've finished breakfast, go back and dress up, or you'll be too late."

It's past noon.

Jiang Fubao didn't even comb his hair.

"Okay, then I'll go back and change my clothes and let mother comb my hair." Jiang Fubao let him go.

Took Xuehuan back to the second courtyard.

The sun climbed higher and higher.

The garden was cleaned by the servants.

Those blooming flowers seemed to be celebrating Jiang Fubao's birthday.

On the corridor, there are rows of small lanterns and ribbons made of colorful gauze hanging.

Blown by the wind.

Beautiful.

Jiang Fubao, who was dressed up, came from the second courtyard with his parents Xue Huan.

See this scene.

shocked.

"Wow, they are so beautiful, Quan'er, who made these ribbons?"

Jiang Fubao lifted her skirt and trotted to the corridor.