Joe's Farming

Qiao Yu had been leaning against Gu Feng because of back pain. So she stayed a little further away from Wen Ge'er. Wen Ge'er always felt that there was something wrong with Qiao Ge'er today, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Although he was tired, he seemed to look more charming. On the contrary, Brother Gu looked very energetic and kept asking Qiao Ge'er about his well-being.

When they arrived at the stall, Gu Feng helped Qiao Yu put everything in place before he carried the bag to the pharmacy to sell it.

Brother Wen: "Brother Qiao, I just wanted to ask you, what happened between you and Brother Gu?"

Qiao Yu was puzzled.

Brother Wen: "I feel like you guys have changed today. It seems like Brother Gu is afraid to let you go for fear of dropping you, and afraid of melting you if he holds you in his mouth."

Qiao Yu:......

Qiao Yu: "You talk a lot today, so you should do the talking today!"

Wen Ge'er could only shout with difficulty.

In fact, there was no need for Wen Geer to call out. Many people took their food home yesterday and came to buy it today. And those who didn’t buy it yesterday saw that they had set up the stall and came with their bowls ready.

Wen Ge'er had no choice but to let them queue up and limit the number of meat and vegetables to ten so that the people behind would not be unable to buy. He is not worried about sales now, but hopes that more people can taste the braised dishes.

After selling for a while, Lao Ma appeared again. This time, Lao Ma asked the servant to stand in line and stood next to Qiao Yu to talk to her.

Qiao Yu had a relationship with Lao Ma as an old customer, so he asked while busying himself: "Brother Ma, you came here today, but do you have any suggestions for what you ate yesterday?"

Old Ma: "No, I gave some to the master and mistress yesterday. They liked it very much. The young master was there, and I told him it was spicy, so he boiled it in hot water and ate it. Usually he doesn't want to eat anything when he's sick, but he ate a bowl of rice with this stew yesterday. The master and mistress were so happy, so I came to buy some more today."

When Qiao Yu heard this, he quickly saved three ribs, grabbed a little bit of each dish, and stuffed it into the mouth of Lao Ma.

The people in the queue in front were not happy: "Young man, this is not right. We are waiting in line honestly, why are you giving it to others first?"

Qiao Yu was not panicked and smiled: "Brother, you don't know that Brother Ma paid me a deposit yesterday. Now that he is here, I must give it to him first."

Hearing this, Old Ma also agreed: "Yes, Boss Qiao is not one who goes back on his word. Look, my servant wants to eat and is still standing in line behind you."

When the man heard that he had already paid the deposit, he stopped making a fuss. It was his fault for not paying the deposit in advance.

The scholar who came yesterday was also there. His eyes lit up when he heard this: "Boss Qiao, give me ten portions of both meat and vegetables, and two spare ribs. Same for tomorrow. This is two hundred and twenty coins."

This way you don't have to worry about not being able to queue tomorrow.

Qiao Yu said gently: "Okay, what's your name?"

The scholar replied: "My surname is Tang."

Qiao Yu took out a piece of paper and a small charcoal pencil and wrote it down.

When the guests who came later saw this, those who wanted to make a reservation also paid in advance.

Seeing that Qiao Yu was too busy, Old Ma silently called the servant back to Xu's house.

Qiao Yu considered today's situation in advance, so he did a little more than yesterday. As a result, in less than an hour, he had sold out almost everything.

There were still some vegetables and some leftovers, so Qiao Yu packed them up and gave them to a beggar on the street. The beggar had been watching them from the street corner since yesterday. He had a dark face and beautiful peach blossom eyes. He looked only a little older than Yan Baoer. Qiao Yu couldn't bear it, so she gave him the two buns she had put in her pocket this morning.

The little beggar looked at Qiao Yu in a daze, opened his mouth, and said hoarsely, "Thank you." Then he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Qiao Yu. Almost at lightning speed, he grabbed the food and ran away.

When Qiao Yu saw the child running out of sight, she discovered that he seemed to have some problem with his feet and was stumbling.

Wen Ge'er sighed, "It must be because of his disabled feet that he was thrown away."

Qiao Yu felt a little uncomfortable. Since he came here, he had always thought that he had retired early and lived the pastoral life he had always dreamed of. Seeing the hunger in the beggars' eyes, he realized that he was really living in this era with them. Because Gu Feng had always created an environment for him where he didn't need to interact with too many people, he had never faced the hunger and poverty of this era.

Ugh……

Gu Feng left his husband and went to the medicine shop. Because the krait was bigger this time, he sold it for a good price of five taels. After selling the snake, Gu Feng went to the blacksmith shop to pick up the things that his husband had ordered. Then he went to the kiln factory to ask about bricks. Winter was more than a month away, and Gu Feng wanted to build the new house before winter came. He didn't want his husband and children to suffer from the cold.

The kiln factory said that there were many people building houses during this period, and it would take a few days for new bricks to be available, so he was asked to find a construction worker first. Gu Feng readily gave a deposit of 2 taels, and then walked out of the town.

When Gu Feng was almost out of the town, he encountered a group of beggars beating a little beggar in an alley. The little beggar held the things in his arms tightly with his hands the whole time, and let himself be hit by fists and feet, as if he had no feeling.

Gu Feng shouted loudly, and the group of beggars dispersed immediately when they saw a tall man with a fierce face walking towards them.

The little beggar opened his bruised eyes with difficulty, looked at Gu Feng slowly, closed his eyes and opened them again, then struggled to stand up, whispered an almost inaudible thank you to Gu Feng, and slowly walked to the back of the alley.

Gu Feng was afraid that if he left, the little beggar would be bullied again, so he followed behind him not too far away.

The little beggar walked very slowly at first, but then he walked faster and faster, as if the injuries on his body could not affect him at all. Gu Feng saw him walk to an abandoned old house, and he moved a stone slab in the corner of the wall, and it turned out to be a dog hole. The dog hole was very small, but the little beggar went through it very quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Gu Feng climbed up the wall quietly and saw that the little beggar had walked into a dilapidated room. An old man was lying on the ground, his hair was dry and gray, and his ribs were very obvious, just like the little beggar's.

The old man was covered with a quilt whose original color could not be seen clearly. Dirty cotton wool fell out of the holes in the quilt, and it was obvious that it was not warm enough. But even with such a quilt, the little beggar carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for the old man.

The little beggar carefully took out the buns and stewed food from his arms and called softly, "Grandpa, Grandpa. It's time to eat."

The little beggar opened the lotus leaf that wrapped the stewed food, swallowed his saliva, and gently pushed the old man with his hand: "Grandpa, today's dishes are delicious, and there is meat. I see many people lining up to buy them, they smell so good."

The old man's face was abnormally flushed. Hearing this, he finally opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa is not hungry, you can eat." After the autumn harvest, they had a good life. But the good times did not last long. They had not had a full meal for a long time. It rained for a long time in the past two days, and the old man fell ill all of a sudden. The old man was old and felt that it was time for him to go, so he would not waste this rare food.