Oh, I don’t care, I have a reward for anyway.

The reward of five hundred cigarettes is worth her half a month.

Besides, she didn't pay for the money to buy things, so she didn't care about him.

When he arrived at the market, Juan parked the carriage in a place with few people waiting for Ximei.

Ximei carried the basket and rushed into the crowd excitedly to inquire about the shop selling red silk and candles and fruits.

The Chinese New Year is almost over, and the market is crowded with people in the morning.

Moreover, the people coming and going are even more crowded than usual markets.

After all, the New Year will be in two days. If you don’t hurry up and buy some of the New Year’s goods, you will be sold out.

And when there were too many people at the end of the year, I picked out all the mountain goods at home to sell them.

Therefore, there were a lot of people on the street, and Ximei's basket was almost flattened.

She asked three people in a row and finally found out about the shop selling Xiguo.

The shops are doing well, and the shops of two or three meters in size are crowded with people.

All kinds of dessert fruits filled the container.

After inquiring, it turned out that many families came to buy wedding fruits at the end of the year or the first lunar month.

Most of the people who buy are poor, and they only choose the simplest ones to buy.

What are red dates, longans and lotus seeds? Moreover, you only buy one or two taels of each.

Those who are a little rich will buy two more pastries with the words "Big Red" in the letter "Happy".

The shopkeeper's wife tilted her lips and patienced her.

The simple four kinds of joy fruit cost no more than one hundred people.

After deducting the cost, you only earn twenty or thirty cents.

However, it’s different when it comes to Ximei.

Ximei's pocket contained twenty coins of money given by Zhao Cong, and she could buy half a shop of Xiguo.

Ximeicai pointed east and west with a generous look, "This, that, and that, and that, each one is packed with one pound, oh no, four pounds, good things come together, everything goes well."

The shopkeeper's wife was happy and curled her sleeves and praised her carefully.

I bought two more osmanthus rice cakes with red dates, longans, walnuts, lotus seeds, raisins, chestnuts, and I bought two more osmanthus rice cakes with the word "Hong Kong" with hawthorn juice.

He pulled four feet of red silk on the table and two large pieces of red paper used to cut the word "Happy".

Finally, she bought a pair of red candles as thick as children's arms.

The shopkeeper's wife wrapped three big bags, tied them tightly with a red rope, and handed them to Ximei.

She smiled and said, "This lady is 1,900 yuan in total. Why don't you make up some more and make up some auspicious numbers?"

Ximei was in her hand, thinking that Zhao Cong didn't know the price of the fruit, so why would she buy some more and eat it yourself?

Thinking of this, Ximei bought two more pastries.

"I bought so much, can you give it a little cheaper?"

When the shopkeeper met a big customer, he spoke with pleasure, "Okay, okay, count you 1,999 words, and it will last forever and smoothly."

Ximei happily gave the money.

The shopkeeper took the money and said with a smile, "Master, is this bought for the newcomer at home?"

Ximei said, "Ha, I don't understand either. Just ask me to buy it. I'll run errands for others."

She thought to herself, didn’t Li Jiaoni Luo Cheng get married early? Why are you buying these for?

I thought again, Zhao Cong's child didn't understand, so he asked him to buy it like this?

Just a birthday, how come it looks like a wedding night?

Ximei couldn't figure it out.

She shook her head and said, "It's not her who paid the money anyway."

Fruits, pastries and red silk weigh dozens of pounds.

The shopkeeper asked a guy to help him get it.

Walking back to the carriage, the hostess sent the guy away and stuffed everything into the car and put it in it.

Juan closed her sleeves and was watching the excitement on the street. When she saw her buying a few bags of things, she asked curiously, "What have you bought? So many?"

Zhao Cong said, "Let's go and have the New Year's Eve dinner."

"It's great. Go to eat, I'm just hungry." Juan was looking forward to the New Year's Eve dinner, rubbed his stomach, and ran out of the house quickly.

Ximei also walked out, and she was hungry.

Zhao Cong looked back at the room, smiled slightly, and locked the door.

When he walked into the yard, he saw Ximen Fei coming with a smile, "Oh, it turns out that the young master is here, so I'm asking me to find it. Let's have a good time to have a New Year's Eve dinner. Let's have a good drink."

"Okay." Zhao Cong said with a slight smile.

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There are many people in the village, with about ten tables extending from the open space in front of the kitchen to the bamboo forest.

The weather was sunny and although it was cold, there was no wind. Everyone sat in the sun and ate in the sun.

It's a good thing.

When Zhao Cong and Ximen Fei walked forward, many people cheered loudly.

Some call Zhao Cong, some call Ximen Fei.

Most of them call Zhao Cong.

Today's New Year's dinner was whether Zhao Cong paid for the money, or the food delivered in the afternoon, or Zhao Cong paid for it.

Zhao Cong is simply a big golden leg, and no one can hold him or her stupidity.

Li Jiaoniang was checking several dishes stewed on the stove, while Luo Cheng was listening to Hu Laoqi talking about the issue of grain distribution.

Ximen Fei pulled Zhao Cong and walked to a table in front and sat down.

This table was served by Li Jiaoni and Luo Cheng, and several managers in the village.

Zhao Cong had the highest status and was pushed to the main seat by Ximen Fei.

Zhao Cong stood up, "Let my parents sit down, recognize their parents for one day and be their parents for life."

As he said that, he dragged over another chair and let the upper seat be vacant.

Li Jiaoniang had arranged the matter, and Luo Cheng also ordered the food issue, and the two of them came together.

Zhao Cong pulled one with one hand and helped them sit down.

"Dad sits here, mom sits here."

He was so humble that the people in the village became more and more respectful to him.

Li Jiaoniang was very happy to be respected in public.

She smiled and said, "Cong'er is interested, sit down."

Luo Cheng sat down and stood up again, looking at everyone and said, "Today is our first reunion dinner. In the future, the affairs of the village will rely on everyone to make more efforts. Only with everyone can there be a tomorrow for the village."

Many people shouted, "Hey, Dong Luo, are you polite!"

Zhao Cong said, "Where are the wine you bought? Carry it up."

Li Jiaoni also shouted, "Several old ladies, the food is served!"

The lively New Year’s Eve dinner has begun.

Ten people at a table, twelve dishes.

Two hot soup dishes, stewed lamb bone soup, and stewed lotus root soup.

Four cold cuts, beef slices, white chopped chicken, steamed dried salted fish, and salted duck eggs cut into petals.

Four kinds of vegetables, fried dried bamboo shoots with pickles, sweet and sour water radish, fried lettuce, and braised dried tofu.

Two fruits, oranges, and winter dates.

The dish is simple, but it is authentic country cuisine.
Chapter completed!