Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

"Well, first we need to see how your bean sprouts are growing."

As Jiang He spoke, he and Lieutenant General Jing Yuan took off the tattered cotton jacket on the big bamboo basket.

In an instant, the thick, withered yellow grass mat came into view.

"Hey, brother, you did a good job of keeping the heat in place."

Together they lifted up a corner of the straw mat...

"Hey, these mung bean sprouts are so juicy and plump, they're really good.

In the middle of winter, it’s a joy to watch.”

Jiang He's eyes lit up and he began to praise her.

Then he quickly pulled out a mung bean sprout, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

“Yeah, it’s really good!

Brother, if you tell me a fair price, I will buy both baskets of mung bean sprouts."

The surprise came too suddenly. Lieutenant General Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment and decisively quoted Aunt Guo's price.

“I sell my mung bean sprouts by the basket, and each basket is packed in advance at night.

Fifty cents a basket."

Jiang He nodded secretly after hearing this.

The mung bean sprouts sold at the supply and marketing cooperatives in the city are not even as good as this. They are sold for 1.2 cents per pound, and the supply is limited.

It's too late to see even a single hair.

There's no way. It's really hard to eat fresh vegetables in the cold winter.

I have money but can't spend it.

"Your basket is filled with about 5 or 6 kilograms, and you sell it for 50 cents, which is a fair price.

It's winter now, and it's not easy to earn some hard-earned money, so I won't bargain with you.

How many baskets do you have? I want them all."

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan, whose face was almost black as charcoal, did not gain much whiter color after hibernating for half a month. Only his eyes, as bright as cold stars, were still quite outstanding.

At this moment, his bright eyes were filled with joy, and he looked like a very honest country man.

"A total of 20 baskets, 10 yuan."

Jiang He had sharp eyes and naturally understood that the old man in front of him was not lying to him.

Without checking, he spoke proudly:

“That’s it, bro.

I'll give you 10 yuan, and I'll take your two big bamboo baskets too.

Please help me pick the place outside the venue where the bullock cart is stored."

"to make!"

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan responded very straightforwardly.

There was no thought of throwing away the 2 cents.

In this day and age, the purchasing power of two cents cannot be underestimated. He must be crazy not to want it.

After rolling up the money and stuffing it into his left chest pocket, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan picked up the shoulder pole and followed Jiang He to deliver the goods.

After arriving at the place, he put the bamboo basket on the ox cart, then said goodbye and left very tactfully.

He happily carried an empty shoulder pole and two tattered cotton-padded jackets and hurried back to the venue to buy mung beans.

With a clear goal in mind, we arrived at a row of stalls selling grain.

General Jing Yuan compared prices from three different stores and finally bought 85 kilograms of mung beans from a white-haired old lady at cents per kilogram, and she also got two bamboo baskets as a gift.

I just put 10 yuan in my pocket, and before I could even warm it up, I spent it all.

Heartbroken!

Covering the bamboo basket with his tattered cotton jacket, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan picked up the shoulder pole and was about to go back.

Gurgle, gurgle, my stomach started singing the empty city plan at an inopportune time.

"Tortillas, hot tortillas.

5 cents each, 1 cents for three…”

The venue was noisy, and the crisp voice of the girl hawking her wares seemed to have a special effect, accurately entering Lieutenant General Jing Yuan's mind across two rows of stalls.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan quickly put down his carrying pole, raised his right hand high and shouted, "Tortilla seller, this way!"

Soon, a young girl with two pigtails came closer.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan took out a dime and handed it over, rubbed his hands on his clothes, took the three steaming corn cakes, and started eating.

As for what the young girl looks like?

Sorry, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan didn’t even glance at the person’s face.

If you were Lieutenant General Jing Yuan, you would have bought the electronic version of the novel "Rebirth in the 1970s: The Pretty Military Wife Who Is Beloved by the Group".

It is estimated that there is a one in ten thousand chance that one can recognize that the person in front of him is the protagonist Fu Xinhang's wife in his first life, the daughter of the village chief of Dalizhuang, Sandawan Commune, Li Jixue.

Unfortunately, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan, who was forced to wander across three thousand worlds after being seriously injured, has never been a generous person.

After eating three tortillas, I finally felt full.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan unbuttoned two buttons on his chest and took out a bamboo tube tied with a rope, which was hung diagonally around his neck and still had body temperature remaining.

He opened the lid, raised his head and gulped down half a barrel of water.

Then he put it back carefully and buttoned it up.

After eating and drinking, we headed back home.

There were many villagers on the road.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan had no choice but to be obedient, carrying the shoulder pole and resting as he walked. Two hours later, he finally saw the shadow of the guerrilla camp.

Just as he was about to stop and rest, he heard his adopted son yell, "Dad!"

Follow the sound!

"Ping An, Cai He! Why did you two come out?"

"Aren't you here to pick up Dad? Dad, you take a rest, I'll carry the shoulder pole!" Jing Ping'an replied enthusiastically.

"Hey, that's great. At least it wasn't in vain that I raised you this age!"

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan swiftly gave up his carrying pole, put his hands behind his back, hummed "The East is Red", and leisurely followed his adopted son, avoiding people and taking a long detour, and walked back home.

As soon as she entered the main room, Guo Caihe brought over the warm breakfast in the pot.

I also specially steamed a bowl of egg custard.

After walking such a long way, I was really hungry.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan did not hesitate and ate breakfast happily!

I have to say, this egg custard is so tender and smooth, it’s so delicious.

Or, find a chance to stock up on some eggs?

At the same time, Ji Chunyu grabbed a handful of mung beans and kept praising:

"These green beans are so clean and plump.

1.2 yuan per pound, Yuanzi really bought it! "

The family was chatting and laughing happily when there was a knock on the door.

Bang, bang, bang, bang! So fast and urgent! As if something big was about to happen.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan's heart tightened when he heard this. He quickly stood up and walked out!

When I walked out of the main room, I saw a middle-aged man in a military coat standing in the middle of the open courtyard gate.

It was the village chief of the guerrilla village, swimming eastward.

"Jing Yuan, Aunt Guo, is she here? I have something urgent to discuss with her!"

"here I am!"

As soon as Lieutenant General Jing Yuan finished speaking, Ji Chunyu hurried out.

"Hey, village chief! What a rare guest!

Why are you here? What do you want from me? So urgent!

It's cold outside, come inside and talk.

Caihe, quickly ask your village chief uncle to make you a bowl of brown sugar water!"

"Caihe, don't listen to your grandma. Just pour a bowl of boiling water. It's just a few words, and you have to leave after you finish speaking!"

"Okay, Uncle Village Chief, please come in and sit down!"

After Guo Caihe finished speaking, she quickly went into the kitchen and made a bowl of brown sugar water as usual and brought it over!

As soon as the group sat down, Ji Chunyu asked with a puzzled look on her face. She really couldn't imagine what kind of big deal it was that made the village chief come to her in such a hurry!

"Dongzi, what's the matter? Why is it so urgent?"