I'm a good man [quick wear]

Finally, a small bottle of sour plums.

"What else do you want?" He turned around and asked.

The people next to them were watching and frowning. These two countrymen didn't know how much these things cost, right?

If you buy like this, half a month's salary of a worker will be gone.

Ye Jiao said nothing, feeling sorry for the money. When she saw Ji Yang reaching out to the other side, she quickly said, "I don't want anything else, just a small pack of hawthorn slices."

Ji Yang changed his hand and took out a pack of hawthorn slices.

The people next to them secretly looked forward to their embarrassment when they checked out. The city people also thought that the country people were ignorant and weak-minded, and they were different from them.

The man paid the money calmly, as if he was expecting it. The woman next to him looked down at the snacks with no other expression.

If there is, the desire to eat is written in the little eyes.

The two left again.

The man on the second row of shelves witnessed the whole process and looked at the small box of chocolates in his hand. He wanted to buy them for his blind date, but he actually wanted to compare them here for a long time. How could he be inferior to a country boy?

It's definitely not the first time that someone is so calm.

*

Ye Jiao felt much more relaxed after finishing the exam. Ji Yang would go to the mountains to catch a few fish from time to time and pick up ten or eight pounds of bean sprouts to sell. She couldn't stay idle at home, so she would follow him to the town to sell.

However, his income has been greatly reduced. Sometimes it is only two or three yuan, and he has to buy this and that for her, and he has to pay for it.

The old lady sold 151 kilograms every day, and soon drove away the three young men. The mung beans were not cheap, and she could only buy seven or eight kilograms after working for a month.

Can't afford to lose.

Ji Yang always ignored her when selling fish. Most of the time, he bought fish and gave her bean sprouts. The price the other party sold had nothing to do with him.

Ye Jiao also accepted her fate and just lived like this. Although there was a bit of a gap, it didn't matter. They also had some savings.

I once thought that something happened to Ji Yang that day, so he asked her to soak five kilograms of mung beans. Now she usually only soaks one kilogram.

"Let's go clubbing, I'm going to the mountains." He carried the bamboo basket and went out with the ink.

Ye Jiao hesitated for a while, and finally soaked all the remaining mung beans.

Ji Yang came back in the evening.

He was sweating profusely and there was dirt on his trousers. Ye Jiao walked up quickly and asked, "What did you do?"

"Digging wild yams." Ji Yang walked into the house and drank a large glass of water.

"Yam?" Ye Jiao came over and took a look. There were really yams in the bamboo basket, and the outer skin was mixed with loess.

"So much..." Ye Jiao was happy and could eat for a long time.

"I'll dig some in the past few days, and then I'll bring bean sprouts and fish to the town to sell." Ji Yang stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Are these going to be sold too?" Ye Jiao didn't expect this level, "Can this be sold?"

In my impression, people don’t often eat this kind of thing.

"Why not? It's wild and natural. It can be used as medicine, made into soup, and eaten stir-fried." Ji Yang took it out from the bamboo basket, "I'm going to prepare some earthworms and go fishing tomorrow morning."

"Is this too hard? You don't have to work so hard." She looked worried, fearing that Ji Yang's body wouldn't be able to bear it.

"It's not hard. You are going to college soon. I have to save your tuition. Some people in the city still look down on us, so we can't let others look down on you." Ji Yang squatted down and said it matter-of-factly.

The tip of Ye Jiao's nose felt sour, and she walked over and threw herself on his back.

The tip of my heart feels numb.

"It's so dirty." Ji Yang leaned forward and wanted to pull her away, but Ye Jiao was not shy and wanted to rub against him, burying her head on his shoulder. She was inevitably moved, and her words were muffled, "Then I Instead of going to college, I can be here with you, and we can build a new house and give you a baby.”

She felt that there was no point in going to college. She would have to come back when the time came. He was already in his mid-twenties and had no home anyway. No one cared whether she studied or not, so she just had a good time with him.

Although she had longed for it before and felt that she could live a new life, now her life is not bad and she has no idea about the future of studying.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Yang took her hand away, turned around and yelled, "Follow me to dig in the ground?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, right?" she retorted.

In her opinion, it was nothing hard. It would take four years to get into college, and she would be alone in a strange city.

"Say it again?" Ji Yang narrowed his eyes and picked up the thin stick next to him, hating that iron cannot become steel, "Who am I working so hard for? If you can't pass the exam, you can take the exam next year. If you keep failing, you will never pass. Test."

He spoke seriously, but Ye Jiao slowly frowned.

"You're still laughing!" He was so angry. "I'm giving you good food and drinks, but I don't expect you to get ahead."

Seeing that he looked like an elder, Ye Jiao pursed her lips and reminded, "I am your wife, not your daughter."

In other words, getting ahead is not about his family's glorious ancestors.

"The success of you is the success of my child. The success of my child is the success of my ancestors." Ji Yang raised his voice to unify the lesson.

Ye Jiao smiled happily, "But the child is gone and it will take four years to study in college."

Ji Yang pondered for a moment, "Just like this wine, the longer it is brewed, the more valuable and fragrant it becomes."

Ye Jiao: "..."

What a broken metaphor?

*

On the fifth day, the mung beans had grown into bean sprouts. The two picked up bean sprouts, yams and fish and went to the black market in the town.

"Selling bean sprouts, they cost 30 cents a pound."

"Selling bean sprouts."

The old woman was shouting.

"Isn't it only 15 cents two days ago? The price has increased so much?" The person who walked to the stall already frowned.

Thirty cents is not expensive, but it dropped too much in the past two days, and now it has risen all of a sudden, which makes people feel uncomfortable and always feels like they have lost money.

"Mung beans are expensive. Mung beans cost more than a pound per dollar, and this year's harvest is not good." The old lady explained, "How about a pound?"