In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongguo finally bought three chickens and two geese, all of which were capable of laying eggs. They were placed in baskets covered with grass, and they looked at them energetically and made people happy.

At this time, the two people who were busy selling cloth were free. The cloth they brought was still too little. They looked unwilling to get it and complained in their mouths. The people in Xiangyang Brigade were already used to it and didn't care. A man who looked about 40 years old took the initiative to greet Song Hongguo with a very polite attitude, "Comrade, do you need anything else?"

The half-grown boy called the man "Dad" with a hint of asking for credit in his tone.

The man patted his thin shoulder and looked at the calm and reserved man, with an encouraging smile in his eyes at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Song Hongguo suddenly felt a little envious. She had no parents and could not understand this feeling, but she knew how lonely and lost she felt when no one could tell and share her achievements.

She suppressed her floating emotions, pointed to the chair she had spotted earlier in the morning, and asked, "What is it made of and how much does it cost?"

Hearing this, the other party's attitude became even better, "Comrade has discernment. This chair is made of old wattle. It is strong and durable and will last for decades. It has a backrest and is much more comfortable to sit on than Mazar." , I also sanded it several times and applied persimmon paint twice..."

The introduction was very enthusiastic, and when he finally mentioned the price, his tone was a little hesitant and hesitant, "Two yuan a handful."

After finishing speaking, he quickly added, "This chair takes too much effort. I only made it when I was idle in the winter."

Song Hongguo didn't think it was expensive. She rubbed the smooth rattan and felt the smell of the natural plant. She couldn't put it down. This was not a chair. It was clearly a work of art. The weaving was so exquisite. She was an absolute veteran craftsman.

She restrained her joy and excitement and asked, "Where is the table?"

The table and chairs are of the same style, but the top is made of wood. It is more than one meter long and seventy or eighty centimeters wide, slightly higher than the coffee table. With four chairs, you have a place to eat.

The other party said "five yuan", obviously lacking in confidence. After all, people these days don't care about beauty at all, they only care about whether it is expensive or not. Vitex is not a rare thing, and the craftsmanship is not valuable. It is a waste of time and should not be repaid. It's okay, but he just can't bear to have his hard work sold at a low price.

He struggled with himself, thinking that it would be a big deal before he pulled him back, but who knew...he was so happy that he fell from the sky.

"I want all four chairs and this table."

The other party repeated without confidence, "Do you want four chairs and a table?"

Song Hongguo nodded and did not give the money right away. She went to pick other things, including a grate made of sorghum stalks, a steamer made of bamboo, a steamed bun basket made of corn husks, and round dustpans and long dustpans of various sizes. I piled them all aside for the next checkout.

These are all things that must be used to live, so no matter how painful Ling Zhi was, he didn't stop him. When he saw Song Hongguo, he stopped asking the price. He asked the half-grown boy in a low voice, silently calculating the accounts in his mind.

Sun Shuhong helped her choose and said, "They are all the same things and weaved in the same way. Why do they make them so straight?"

Song Hongguo hadn't spoken yet, but the system sighed, "This is probably the difference between a craftsman and a master. A craftsman makes life, while a master makes art."

Song Hongguo, "..."

Is this too literary and pretentious?

After selecting all the things, the final calculation came out to 21 yuan. The set of tables and chairs accounted for 13 yuan. The other bits and pieces were very cheap. The other party enthusiastically helped to move them into the car. Zhao Zhenhua knew one of them and also Said two sentences.

Only then did Song Hongguo find out that the man who greeted her turned out to be the captain of the Xiangyang Brigade, named Sheng Zhongxin. He rarely followed him to the stall, so today was just a coincidence.

When he was about to leave, the system suddenly appeared again, "Host, the yard of the old house is so big, you just plant vegetables and flowers?"

"Didn't I buy a chicken and a goose?"

"...Fruit trees, you can also plant fruit trees, especially outside the courtyard wall. The land is idle. Plant a circle of fruit trees around it. When autumn comes, there will be a lot of fruits. Think about it, isn't it beautiful?"

Song Hongguo was moved. During the large-scale steel smelting a few years ago, the members not only handed over the iron products at home, but also cut down a lot of trees in the team, leaving a lot of space around the old house. She also thought about planting seeds. What's good, the fruit trees look good too.

Moreover, the current policy seems to encourage everyone to use the front and back of the house to grow things, as long as they are not sold.

So, she asked Sheng Zhongxin again, "Are there many fruit trees in your mountains?"

Sheng Zhongxin had also found out from Zhao Zhenhua that she was from the Tomato Brigade and worked in the aluminum factory hospital. He couldn't help but show a bit of respect when he spoke to her, "There are a lot of fruit trees, what do you want?"

Song Hongguo thought for a while. Now there are persimmon trees and pomegranate trees in the front yard. There are also jujube trees, peach trees and apricot trees in the backyard. There is an old pear tree outside the fence. After all, there are actually a lot of varieties of fruit trees. "Are there any apple trees?"

"Yes, there are trees that are three to five years old, as well as those that are seven or eight years old. If you move them over, they will still bear fruit in the same year."

"What species?"

"Guoguang, there is also a kind of Huang Yuanshuai, which is sweet and floury. Children like it most. Guoguang is a little sour, but crispy, and there are some good ones."

"Where's the hawthorn tree?"

"Yes, that one is more bitter than Guoguang."

Song Hongguo sighed inwardly after hearing this. People these days are so simple. Who sells something without exaggerating its advantages and avoiding its shortcomings?But look at it now...

The more honest the person is, the more she wants to buy it. Maybe this is a trick.

"Are there any grapes?"

Sheng Zhongxin paused for a moment and then said, "...Yes, he is still young. How many trees do you want?"

"You have to be able to support one frame, right? Ten trees?"

Sheng Zhongxin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "There are ten trees, why do you still want to eat them?"

"What other rare fruit trees are there in your mountains?" Song Hongguo asked.

"Pear trees, pomegranates, persimmons, jujube trees, peaches, apricots,..."

Song Hongguo shook her head, "I have them all planted in my yard, are there any others?"

"Cherrys and figs, do you have any at home?"

Song Hongguo's eyes lit up, "Do you still have cherries in the mountains? That's great!"

In her previous life, her three favorite fruits, besides watermelon and pineapple, were cherries.

Sheng Zhongxin smiled implicitly, "There are everything in the mountains, and there is also a kind of fruit tree called papaya. It doesn't taste good, but it smells delicious. If you put one in the house, it will smell good for several months."

Song Hongguo became more and more excited after hearing this. She knew what kind of papaya he was talking about. It was different from the kind in the south. This kind was called smooth-skinned papaya. It was planted in large quantities in some places in later generations and was mainly used to extract some of the ingredients in papaya. It can be used to make essence and papaya wine, which has certain health effects.

She just wanted to smell the fragrance.

The two chatted for a long time, and finally decided on the type and quantity of fruit trees. In terms of price, Sheng Zhongxin was very honest. After all, they were all from the mountains. It cost her ten yuan in total, and he was also responsible for helping her transport them to her home. Plant well.

After making an appointment, Song Hongguo returned home satisfied.