Chapter 208 Refugees

  Tuesday Lang thought for a while and said: "Okay, I will accompany you when the time comes, and the sixth man will watch the stall."

  Saturday Lang widened his eyes and said directly: "I don't want it!"

  Man Bao was not happy, "Sixth brother will accompany me, and there are big head and big girl, second brother, why do you want to change with sixth brother?"

  Tuesday Lang looked at her, "You dislike the second brother so much."

   "No," Man Bao pointed at her finger, but she just didn't want her second brother to follow. Is this the generation gap that Keke said?

  Tuesday Lang pushed the scooter over to line up, and whispered: "Now there are so many people in the city, you have to listen to me. If you don't obey, we will go home now."

  As soon as the words came out, everyone bowed their heads and obediently.

  Although the queue was long, the speed was quite fast. Saturday Lang and the soldiers guarding the gate at the gate were all acquainted with each other. The other party only glanced at them and let them go without too much inspection.

  Of course, the entrance fee is indispensable.

  Not coming to the county seat for a while, Man Bao feels that the city is very different from before.

  There were more people in the city than before, but she didn't feel the excitement. The people on the street were all in a hurry, with sadness or guard on her face, or numbness and hurried back and forth without expression.

  Man Bao was sitting on the cart, the joy on his face could not help converging, and he looked at the people passing by her curiously.

  Tuesday Lang's pace also speeded up, pushing a cart and quickly entered the street specializing in farmer's products, and found a stall in a corner.

He unloaded the goods, put a bamboo basket upside down, put a thin dustpan, and carefully laid out the tofu. He wiped his hands, and was about to let the sixth child stay at the stall. He took Man Bao to the back of the county government office. , I saw a group of people walking on the street, beating and flipping the goods in every stall on the street.

  He couldn’t help but halted, pulled all the four children in the family behind him and stood there, then leaned to the side of the stall owner next door and asked in a whisper, “Brother, who are they?”

  Luojiang County is such a big city. There are just a few people who come and set up stalls on this street. Some time ago, as well as last year, Lang did not come here less on Tuesday, and the stall owner also knew him.

He looked around, and said in a low voice: "It's the person from the street of the gambling shop. What is his name is Xiao Dalang? Occupy all three streets in our neighborhood and collect daily protection fees, so if there are refugees stealing or asking for trouble, they will help solve it."

  Tuesday Lang felt that he might just be here for this day, and he didn't really want to pay the protection fee, so he asked, "What if you don't pay?"

  "No?" He looked around, lowered his voice and said: "No, before the refugees rob you of your things, they kick you out first, and the things on the stall are also confiscated. That's not worth the gain."

  Tuesday Lang was speechless, "Master officials don't care?"

"They are free. There was a heavy rain a few days ago. Some people’s houses collapsed and people were crushed. Many villages along the Luojiang River were flooded. I heard that many people were washed away by the water. Live, the officials called out all the servants in the county office. There are only soldiers patrolling in the city, and they can't take care of these trivial matters."

  Tuesday Lang weighed it a bit, glanced at the group of people who were getting closer, then glanced at the younger siblings, nieces, nieces and siblings standing behind him, did not dare to take risks, so he asked in a low voice, "How much do you give?"

   The stall owner said: "My thing is worthless, and the location is not good, I will give you six cents a day."

  Tuesday Lang is so distressed, Liu Wen, can buy four big meat buns.

  Saturday Lang returned to the stall and sat down. The group of people quickly walked over. The stall owner next door had already taken out the money and waited. They offered the money as soon as they came up.

  The other party tossed the copper plate, threw it to the younger brother behind him, and asked with a smile: "How is business these two days?"

  The stall owner smiled bitterly, “It’s not that good. There are many people in this city, but things are getting harder and harder to sell every day.”

The other party gave a "tsk" and said, "It's all a group of refugees, what money can they have? Because of them, the rich will not dare to go out, but you are much better than the mud legs in the country, at least every day There must be a profit, and now they are crying at the water in a field."

  While speaking, he walked up to Tue Lang. The other party apparently has a very good memory. He squinted at Tue Lang and smiled: "New here?"

On Tuesday Lang nodded repeatedly and offered the money he held in his palm, carefully explaining, "It's rare that the sky is sunny, and there are some native products at home, so he brought the city to try his luck. He came in a hurry. I don't know that this street belongs to Uncle Xiao. , So there is no soil instrument."

   Xiao Dalang listened to him nicely, and he rarely smiled. He glanced at the things on Tuileang’s booth. They were all common bamboo weaving, and there was tofu in the dustpan.

  He doesn’t use bamboo weaving, but tofu...

   He asked curiously, "Do you still make tofu?"

   "Yes, yes, my sister-in-law knows how to make it. The craftsmanship is average. Or if you don’t have a taste of Uncle Xiao, if you find it delicious, I will come again next time."

  After he said he was going to pick up tofu quickly, but people brought their own baskets or bowls to buy vegetables, like Xiao Dalang empty-handed...

  On Tuesday, Lang chose one from Yaomei’s small bamboo baskets after a little thought, put a layer of leaves on it, and put the tofu in.

  He picked up several pieces and filled the small bamboo basket directly before giving it to Xiao Dalang.

  In fact, there is not much, just four pieces of tofu, but because the bamboo basket is small, it seems a lot.

  Tuesday Lang is very satisfied and thinks this bamboo basket is doing really well.

  Xiao Dalang was also very satisfied. He took the bamboo basket from Tuesday Lang and asked with a smile, "How much is it?"

   "No money, no money, it's all things made at home, it's not worth any money, as long as Uncle Xiao likes it."

Xiao Dalang gave a hum, and he carried the bamboo basket and said: "Okay, if you encounter any difficulties in the county in the future, please find me. This street is covered by the master. Since I took your money, naturally Will keep you safe."

  Tuesday Lang naturally thanked him again and again, and he let out a long sigh of relief after sending them away.

   The stall owner next door and others walked away before leaning over and saying: "I said Tuesday, you are really willing, that basket of tofu, plus the bamboo basket, is more than six words, right?"

  Tuesday Lang touched his pocket. He only brought fifteen pennies when he went out today. Calculating the entrance fee, it is equivalent to not making a penny today, but spending almost the money.

  He smiled bitterly: "I would rather give him gifts than cash."

  The stall owner said: "Don't you, now the money is not very valuable."

   On Tuesday Lang frowned slightly, and asked, "What do you say?"

   "You didn't know when you first entered the city, the price of food in the grain shop has gone crazy." He said: "Now a bucket of rice has risen to 30 yuan."

  　 Is the book review area restored today?

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)