Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

After eating three corn cakes as big as his face, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan finally felt a little full.

He stood up, opened the lid of the bamboo tube, tilted his head back, took two gulps of warm water, rubbed his stomach, and burped sweetly.

He looked around, feeling extremely curious.

Without paying attention, his eyes caught sight of Jing Ping'an, who was smiling foolishly as he listened to his lover talking.

He slapped his forehead in annoyance.

I almost forgot about my adopted son.

He swiftly took out the prepared bills from his left chest pocket and handed them to Jing Ping'an.

"Ping An, here, money, go on.

It's getting late, take your sister Caihe for a walk and buy a few feet of homespun cloth to make clothes, and you can take care of the rest."

Jing Pingan took the money and said, "Okay, Dad. I'll go right away."

Then he turned around, looked at Caihe with a happy face and stretched out his arms.

Guo Caihe understood, but it was not appropriate to do anything too intimate like physical contact in public.

He supported himself with his hands and stood up swiftly.

Seeing Guo Caihe trying to take her well-behaved daughter with her, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan had no choice but to act as the 'bad guy' and stop her with a smile:

"Caihe, Panpan won't come with us. There are too many people at the venue, and we'll get separated.

Later, when most of the bamboo baskets are sold out, I will take your grandma and Panpan to go shopping.

Now that you're back, if you can't find us, just wait here.

Let’s meet up here.”

"Got it, uncle.

Uncle, grandma, Panpan, you guys go ahead and do your work. Ping An and I will go shopping first."

Ji Chunyu couldn't stand the indignation of several people and waved his hands to drive them away:

"Hurry up, go quickly. Standing here will only affect my bamboo basket sales..."

Guo Caihe touched her nose, tugged at Ping An's sleeve, and was about to leave.

Terrible son.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan frowned and reminded, "Ping An, you are empty-handed, what are you talking about!

There is an empty bamboo basket in your grandmother Guo’s bamboo basket.”

Jing Ping'an scratched his head guiltily, picked up the bamboo basket, turned around and left.

……

Most of the small bamboo baskets are made by Ping'an. They are very delicately woven, and one can't help but feel happy just by looking at them.

The price was five cents each, which was the common price for small bamboo baskets at the venue.

But it still can't stop many people from joining in the fun, but only a few actually pay for it.

All things are difficult at the beginning, but turning points will come soon.

Often, after one person makes a purchase, he or she will bring a group of familiar people to buy from them.

You took two, I took three, and just like that, we collected 70 bamboo baskets over nearly a quarter, and it took us about an hour and a half to sell them all.

After all, everyone in the village can make some bamboo products, more or less. It may be a little ugly, but as long as they can be used, it's fine.

It is a blessing to fill your stomach, and no one would easily spend money to buy something fancy.

Therefore, most people who come to buy bamboo baskets are well-dressed and have ruddy complexions.

In Aunt Guo's words, you can tell at a glance that they are either employees from the city or military dependents from nearby!

In short, they all have salaries and are not short of money.

After drinking two sips of boiled water to moisten his throat, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan took the bamboo basket from Aunt Guo and put it on his back.

He held two shoulder poles upright, led an old man and a child, and began to follow the flow of people, slowly walking around the venue.

Seeing Jing Panpan's eager gaze, his heart softened and he decisively weighed a pound of the old man's homemade malt sugar.

I also bought some needle and thread and gave them directly to Aunt Guo.

Afterwards, the three of them stopped by the area that sold coarse grains and various seeds.

When he heard that there were cantaloupe and watermelon seeds for sale, Jing Yuanzhong's eyes lit up and he was unable to walk.

I spent one dollar and bought both kinds of seeds.

I was happy to receive everyone's look at me like a fool.

Although Ji Chunyu was somewhat disapproving, she was still an outsider after all, and it was not easy for her to influence Jing Yuan.

So he just watched quietly without saying anything.

Jing Panpan, who was standing aside, was so happy that her eyes were narrowed into slits due to smiling.

I couldn't wait to applaud and cheer.

What sweet and fragrant fruits! Which child can resist the temptation?

It may not be possible to grow it this year, but there is still next year, right?

There will always be a day to eat.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan felt secretly happy. The past was too painful to recall. However, because of the life space, for the first time in the plane world, he felt a little bit of pride and superiority of being born in the great interstellar space.

It’s really not easy, it makes me cry just thinking about it.

I prayed secretly that this world would be more powerful, and it would be best if I could stay here for eighty or ninety years, the more the better.

It is so peaceful and tranquil, with food and drink available, it is so comfortable that one does not want to move.

……

Since the original owner's wife left, naturally no one had woven the cloth anymore, and the two children were growing up and therefore wasted a lot of cloth.

It’s okay for adults with clothes covered with patches, but my daughter is still in school, so it’s not good to look too shabby.

My son is about to get married, and it would be awkward if he didn’t have a couple of sets of clothes to wear.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan gritted his teeth and bought half a bolt of cloth.

At this point, the money from selling the sheep and bamboo baskets in the morning was almost the same.

I have truly experienced what it means that it is easier to spend money than to earn money.

No wonder, there were very few people at the venue who didn’t have patches on their clothes.

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