Chapter 31 To Yangcheng

When I got close, I found that there was nothing in Zhao Yuner's back basket, just two clay pots. The jar was covered, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

A woman in her thirties pulled out a smile and said to Zhao Yun'er, "Girl, what kind of good things are you carrying in this basket?"

Zhao Yuner replied lightly, "It's nothing."

How could the woman believe Zhao Yun'er's rhetoric, and she smiled and said, "Girl, just tell your aunt, we are from the same village. On weekdays, when we go to the city to sell something good, we will tell each other. Say it."

"Naturally, there are not many aunties. I'm afraid you will laugh when I say it, so it's better not to say it." Zhao Yuner said.

When the woman saw Zhao Yuner, she meant not to say anything. She thought it was boring, so she couldn't help but scolded a few words, "If you don't say it, don't say it, it's definitely not a good thing anyway. In this city, some people didn't go there. However, I thought I would sell the things I thought were precious, but no one would want them. Don’t go to the city at that time, the things can’t be sold, and you will lose money for the round-trip car.”

This was naturally said to Zhao Yuner.

The corners of Zhao Yun'er's lips rose slightly, but she smiled and said politely, "Thank you aunt for worrying, but this is my business."

The woman snorted angrily from Zhao Yuner, turned around, and scolded Zhao Yuner in front of the other women.

Zhao Yuner just pretended that she didn't hear it.

The mouth is on other people's bodies, and it doesn't matter what others say.

Zhao Yuner sat on the ox cart and waited for a while, and then several people came one after another. Seeing that it was almost time, Father Hu shouted and prepared to set off.

The speed of the ox cart was not as fast as that of the horse-drawn carriage, swaying toward Yangcheng.

If you walk a dozen miles, you will be too tired. Basically, when you pass, you still have things with you.

When Father Hu's long whip was whipping the cow's butt, he was still humming a little country song, looking at ease.

The early morning air was very fresh, mixed with the fragrant smell of the earth, and the bumps and bumps all the way, but Zhao Yuner felt that there was no fun.

After about an hour, we arrived at Yangcheng. At this time, the early morning sun has risen.

Yangcheng is very bustling and lively. After entering, you will see large and small stalls selling all kinds of things.

It is morning now, and all kinds of breakfast scents spread all over the streets. Before Zhao Yuner had breakfast, her stomach was a little hungry because of the scent.

Father Hu found an open space and stopped, then greeted the people in the car, "Go, I'll be waiting here."

After speaking, he took out the cigarette rod and bag, sat on the ox cart, and began to smoke the welding cigarette leisurely and comfortably.

The women who came to sell things from the car all got out of the car one after another. There were stalls in the city to sell things. There was a fixed place, and when they went there, they had to pay a stall fee of three cents.

Zhao Yuner knew that her honey was a good thing, and if she got it at the market, ordinary people might not be able to afford it.

She has to find a shop that sells honey by herself, and then resell her own.

"Girl, aren't you going to set up a stall with us?" a woman asked. Compared with other women, she just didn't get involved, so what did she criticize. Asking Zhao Yuner like this can be regarded as caring for her.