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At dawn, Duan Qingqiu got up, and as usual, he put more than forty tubes of snow pears into a large vat with a burning charcoal fire, and began to roast them.

Then he picked up dozens more, wrapped them up, put them in bamboo baskets, and carried them on his back.

"Sister, the steamed buns, pickles and water are all ready. Let's go!" Xiaodong walked up to her with excitement on his face.

It was his turn to help today, and he woke up two or three times in the middle of the night.

Although it is much more comfortable to stay at home, boys at this age are naughty and active. Rather than staying safe, they want to run outside. They have completely forgotten the uncomfortable feeling of being stiffened by the cold wind last time.

The siblings walked as gently as possible so as not to disturb the others who were still sleeping in the room, and set out on the road through the morning fog.

I don't know if they were exercising or something, but their pace was getting faster and faster, and they even caught up with the morning market when they entered the city.

Duan Qingqiu remembered what he had promised yesterday, and made a special circle to arrive in front of the butcher shop.

Her car and tank were very special, and Chen Shi noticed it from a distance.

He shouted to the back, and a woman came out holding a little girl of five or six years old. The little girl looked like she was still awake. Her little face was red, and she was rubbing her eyes with her little hands, trying hard to open her eyes. open.

"Auntie, are you here?"

"Come on, come on, you can eat it later."

There were a lot of people on the streets in the main city. Duan Qingqiu found an alley to park the car, climbed up and opened the wooden cover, slipped out the marked can, and said with a smile: "Is this Nannan? Come on, yours Customized roasted pear, take it, be careful not to burn it."

The little girl didn't know what a customized version was, but when she saw a small flower carved on the outside of the bamboo tube, which seemed to be unique, she became even more happy.

"Thank you Sister Lizi!"

Duan Qingqiu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but smile.

Xiaodong silently took out the smoothest bamboo stick and handed it over, and said with concern: "Use it to poke and eat, and poke your own mouth carefully."

"Thank you, brother!" Nannan said her thanks sweetly, which made the little boy blush.

He grew up with two sisters. The eldest sister used to be silent, while the second sister was fierce. He had never seen such a cute and soft little sister.

This one was added with herbs, and Duan Qingqiu received thirty-five articles.

The woman paid without saying a word, then took out another silver ingot and handed it over: "I don't know how long this will last. I'll give you some first. If it's not enough, girl, just tell me."

A small silver ingot cost almost five hundred coins. She made an estimate in her mind and said: "Nanny's illness is just that she is weak due to cold. Taking strong medicine will only worsen the condition. She needs to take care of her slowly. Today I will eat this jar of roasted pears." Go down and don't take any more medicine. You may have a worse cough than last night, but don't worry. It will be almost cured after four or five days. Is it better to stop eating it then or switch to ordinary roasted pears? It’s all OK, there’s no dependence at all, so you’re giving me more money.”

"No more, no more..." Mrs. Jiang hurriedly waved her hand, "Please accept it, girl. It is better to rely on food to support yourself on weekdays than to drink soup and medicine when you are sick. This winter, your baked pears will definitely be indispensable."

"Okay, let me take note of it."

Duan Qingqiu took out a small book from her arms. She cut the rice paper last night and sewed it with fine hemp rope.

I sewed two copies in total, one for myself and one for my sister.

Xiaoxia couldn't put it down, and she might have to copy out all the previous accounts at home today.

She used that thin pencil-like pen to clearly write down the name of Butcher Chen's family and the amount of money they had saved on the white rice paper.

Seeing this, Ms. Jiang felt more and more satisfied.

When my husband-in-law told me about it, I thought it was just a small stall from a foreign country, and I felt a little disdainful of it.

At present, it seems that this girl is no worse than the shopkeepers in the county in terms of craftsmanship and handling of things.

After setting a time to pick up pears every day, Duan Qingqiu pushed up the cart and was about to leave when an oil paper bag was suddenly stuffed into Xiaodong's arms.

"Look at your brothers and sisters' faces that are blue from the cold. You haven't had breakfast yet? You made it at home, don't dislike it!" the woman said with a smile.

In fact, Duan Qingqiu didn't really want it. He took the money and then used it to eat, which was nothing.

But Nannan kept on helping: "Sister Lizi, please accept it and try my mother's craftsmanship!"

The little girl held her mouth shut, as if she would cry if she didn't take it.

Duan Qingqiu had no choice but to acquiesce, and at the same time he kept this matter in mind, thinking about paying it back if he had the chance.

One code equals one code, and the calculation is clear.

This has always been her code of conduct.

In modern times, many people have talked behind her back, saying that she is warm on the outside but cold on the inside, and is never willing to accept the kindness of others. No wonder she has no real friends.

She wasn't impressed.

It's good to come alone and go alone, feeling relaxed and without any psychological burden.

but……

"Sister, it's meat buns!"

She lowered her head and met her brother's shining eyes.

The buns split in half reveal a generous amount of meat filling, which is oily and exudes an alluring aroma.

"Eat it." She smiled.

Xiaodong raised his hand: "Sister, you eat first!"

"..."

The bun was brought to her mouth, which meant that she would never give up until she spoke.

In desperation, I had to take a bite.

It is as delicious as it looks.

The salty meat juice bursts between the lips and teeth and slides into the cold stomach, which is quite satisfying.

Such a solid meat bun costs five cents at least outside, but the other party gave four of them at once.

Duan Qingqiu felt an indescribable and unfamiliar emotion in his heart.

Some people in this place are just too enthusiastic.

She seemed to be unable to calculate so clearly.

Although I just ate roast chicken last night, my body was still exhausted after all.

Half for you and half for me. When we walked to Xicheng District, the four big meat buns were divided between the two siblings.

Xiaodong licked his lips, still a little unfinished.

He has grown a lot in the past two months, and he is starting to look like a teenager. The half-grown boy can eat up the whole family. He has eaten a lot these days, and his hunger is getting stronger and stronger.

However, children from poor families know how to restrain themselves best. He swallowed, suppressed his greed, and asked, "Sister, where is our stall?"

Duan Qingqiu looked around and saw that the good stalls were gone, and only the cold corner remained.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Unlike some locals, even if she doesn't make it there, she can ask relatives and friends who live nearby to help reserve a seat.

There are even those who are not stingy and will take some random things to enclose the area. If someone touches them, they will not let them go and start a big quarrel.

Duan Qingqiu did not provoke those troubles and set up the stall where he first settled.

Xiaodong rolled up his sleeves, feeling a little depressed, but thinking of the grand occasion described by the second sister, he became energetic again.

Soon, they welcomed their first guest-Wan Hu.