No pain no gain

After returning from the market last time, it started snowing four or five days later.

When Da Zhuang cooks batter or noodles, he always adds some pig innards to it, the most commonly used one is pork liver, stir-fries the pork kidney with dried chili shells, and tastes it for a few little guys, and the rest They are all hung up and ready to be used during the Chinese New Year, and now all the children are looking forward to the Chinese New Year.

In addition to boiling water and cooking, Da Zhuang spends the rest of his time weaving baskets. This time, Da Zhuang put in some thought, except for the most common baskets, he also changed several tricks, weaving the shape of the basket into an oval , five-pointed star, flower, heart shape, etc., and weaved some shallow dish-like baskets, which are suitable for placing some fruits on the table. Although the progress is a bit slow, Da Zhuang thinks that the price Bring some up, but earn more.

Because of weaving things with bamboo and wicker all day long, Da Zhuang's hands were covered with tiny wounds. After the big girl found out, she rushed to wash the diapers that the twins had replaced every time. Zhuang also found out that his eldest brother was uncomfortable, and he was not allowed to intervene in tasks that required touching water, such as washing vegetables.

After Da Zhuang's struggle was ineffective, he had to boil more hot water, keep the stove running all day long, and let Er Zhuang and Da Niuer mix some hot water to wash. At the same time, they felt warm in their hearts.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the Laba porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Da Zhuang is not very interested in the porridge cooked with various grains, so he casually cooks the leftover white rice sent by his uncle last time with sweet potatoes and hard beans After one pot, I took care of the twins at home, and asked Er Zhuang to take the eldest girl, second girl, and third girl to each house to taste Laba porridge.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the village began to discuss the matter of going to the market again. This is the last big market this year, mainly to prepare things for the New Year.

Da Zhuang was the same as last time, using a big basket, carrying eggs and a small braided basket, while Er Zhuang led Er Niuer excitedly chatting and laughing with San Er and several other friends of the same age.

According to the time spent on editing, Da Zhuang set prices ranging from two copper coins to six or seven copper coins for various baskets. Er Zhuang and Er Niuer happily helped sell eggs beside him.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, there are more people in the market, and at this time, most people are willing to spend a few copper coins to buy things that they may not be willing to buy on weekdays, like the kind sold by Da Zhuang, which is used to hold fruits or snacks on the table. Shallow pan baskets.

In the distance, an eight or nine-year-old child squeezed into the market angrily, regardless of the curses of the people around him, he rushed in blindly, accidentally tripped over a basket placed in front of Da Zhuang, his face He fell face down on the ground.

Da Zhuang, who was teasing Er Niuer, looked over in surprise. There were many people in the market, and everyone walked slowly with the flow of people. If nothing special happened, it was unlikely that they would step on the stall next to them. , the big and strong things are not placed in the front.

The child was already angry, when he got up, he wiped the swollen corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, turned around angrily, stepped on the bamboo basket a few times, and cursed indistinctly.

Before Da Zhuang could react, Er Zhuang, who was more than a head shorter than the child, stood up suddenly, stepped forward and pushed the child hard, and shouted: "Go away, what are you doing..."

The child was pushed and staggered, gave Er Zhuang a backhand, turned around and was about to leave.

Er Zhuang grabbed the child resolutely and shouted: "You want to run away after stepping on the bamboo basket made by my elder brother, there is no way!"

The child flicked his sleeves, took out a small handful of copper coins from his pocket, and threw them on Er Zhuang. Without saying a word, he kicked the basket in front of him and disappeared after a few steps.

Er Zhuang sat back angrily, kicked the ground with his foot, and said loudly in the direction the child left: "What do you mean, I stepped on something..."

Da Zhuang walked over, picked up all the copper plates on the ground, counted them, and there were eleven, which was far more than the price of a bamboo basket. Da Zhuang also picked up the basket that was kicked away. , was stepped on a little loose and deformed, but with a little trimming, it can still be used.

Da Zhuang looked back at Er Zhuang who was still angry, walked over and touched Er Zhuang's head and said, "There is something wrong with that person, so you are right?"

Er Zhuang looked up at his elder brother unhappily.

"That person fell down, and he must have felt uncomfortable. He stepped on our things to vent his anger. This is what he did wrong, but you shouldn't push him. There are so many people here. He was pushed down by other people. What should I do if I step on it carefully?"

Er Zhuang said in a low voice, "Brother weaves baskets very hard..."

Da Zhuang let out a "huh" and continued: "You can argue with him first, and now, someone else has paid us far more than the price of a basket, which means that person also knows that he is wrong."

Er Zhuang still muttered unhappily: "He didn't even apologize..."

Da Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly in his heart: This child!

"Perhaps others have urgent matters. In short, a man should not be so preoccupied. Besides, if he wants to be in this world..." Da Zhuang did not say the following words.

Er Zhuang didn't know if he understood what his elder brother meant, but he agreed anyway.

Da Zhuang sold out his things and bought a few strings of firecrackers for Er Zhuang to set off when he went home to celebrate the New Year. Er Niuer was also very happy with the fried sweet noodle fruit.

Da Zhuang looked at the happy Er Zhuang and Er Niuer with a smile on his face, these are children! !