60s: Petite Wife

Master Zhuzi was still dubious about Shen Jiao's words, and said to himself, "Zanthoxylum can kill insects? Does it have such a spirit?"

Uncle Liu hurriedly said, "Isn't this girl just told to give it a try? Go back now and cook porridge for Zhuzi to drink this way. You'll know if you don't work well!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go back right away." Master Zhuzi came back to his senses and was about to leave, not even caring about the mutton on the ground.

When Uncle Liu saw Master Zhuzi, who had no masters, he quickly instructed: "I still have some rice in my house. You can ask my daughter-in-law to grab a few handfuls for you. I will take care of the mutton for you, so you can go back safely!"

Master Zhuzi nodded gratefully, but he didn't care about what to say, he strode away, and soon disappeared.

Uncle Liu shook his head, squatted down and gathered the mutton of Lord Zhuzi to his stall. Soon someone came to buy mutton. Most of them were asking about Uncle Liu's own fat mutton, but he tried his best to amortize it. Lean mutton from Lord Zhuzi.

Shen Jiao took Ma Xinghua to see other stalls, and Ma Xinghua asked in a low voice, "Jiaojiao, can pepper really fight insects?"

"It says so in the book, but I haven't tried it." Shen Jiao replied.

Ma Xinghua breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that it was said in the book: "Then you can't go wrong, Jiaojiao, you have read a lot of books."

Her tone was envious, and the Ma family had extraordinary respect for scholars, which is why Ma Xinghua was able to graduate from primary school, unlike other girls on the farm who never went to school for a day.

A girl like Ma Xinghua who graduated from elementary school can be said to be a female champion in the local area, not one out of a hundred people, and there are very few of them.

But Ma Xinghua felt that she had learned too little, because she had heard the letter from the third brother before, saying that all the girls in the city had attended junior high school and high school, and even went to college, and said that the girl was no worse than the boy, she must be Let the family go to school for her and Lanhua, don't be like the other girls in the village, who get married and have children at the age of fourteen or five!

Ma Hongbing's words still carry a lot of weight at home, and that's why Ma Xinghua was able to graduate from primary school. If it weren't for the school closure, she might even have gone to junior high school and high school.

That's why Ma Xinghua is very envious of Shen Jiao for reading so many books, and she is willing to get close to Shen Jiao. In her opinion, a literate person is a good person, a civilized person!

If Shen Jiao knew what she was thinking, she would definitely correct her very seriously. A literate person can be more terrifying than an unliterate person when he goes bad.

The three of them strolled around booth by booth, and bought some grains such as white flour, cornmeal, etc., and things were almost ready. Ma Xinghua said that she was going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy sugar, oil, salt, etc., and the three of them went back.

Shen Jiao suddenly stopped and walked over to one of the stalls. The location of this stall was very remote, and the front of the stall was very deserted. There were few customers, and they all left after asking a few questions. Few people.

What attracted Shen Jiao's eyes was what the stall sold. It was a common snack in the alleys of the sea market. It was called Shengjian Mantou. After the steamed buns, the pork was frozen, and it was fragrant after a bite. It was Shen Jiao's favorite sea market snack.

It's just that this kind of snack is rarely seen in the north, and even if there is, there is no authentic Mishima.

Not to mention Sanlibao Town, where there are only rough and solid mutton buns, one bun can make Shen Jiao half full, and the fried steamed buns can't even be seen.

Suddenly, Jiangnan's snacks appeared in such a small northwest town, no wonder Shen Jiao was attracted.

The person selling the fried steamed buns was a middle-aged woman in simple and clean clothes. She was dressed no different from the local women. She was also a pair of jackets with patches. The red turban covered her face tightly, revealing only a pair of deep eyes. .

Although she was dressed in a sloppy manner, Shen Jiao could still see the difference in this woman. The most different thing was her temperament, which was completely different from the women around her who seemed to be burning eggplants. She was clean, and her whole body was neat. , and the booth in front of her, which is also very refreshing, with white and tender navels lying on the panel, next to a pot of mixed stuffing, and two small bowls.

One bowl was green chopped green onion, the other was fried sesame seeds. There was a small stove in front of the woman, and an iron plate was placed on the stove, and a dozen steamed buns were fry zizily, exuding an attractive fragrance.

After the steamed buns were fried, they were shoveled to the side and sprinkled with chopped green onion and sesame seeds. The fragrance instantly escalated, attracting more people, most of them parents with their children.

"What's this? It looks so good-looking." Some people looked at it very strangely.

The middle-aged woman didn't answer, she just stretched out **** to compare, and then lowered her head and wrapped the steamed buns again.

"It turned out to be a mute. The food is very particular, but it's a bit expensive. This small one costs two cents, and one can't fit in my mouth!"

"That's right, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can buy a big biscuits for two cents. What are you doing?"

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Most people were frightened away by the price quoted by the woman, and only a few couldn't stand the child's plea, so they took out two cents to buy one for the child to try.

The child bit through the skin of the pan-fried steamed bun, revealing the bright pork jelly stuffing inside. Even the adults next to him couldn't stand the fragrance, so he couldn't stop gulping.

"Let's go, this scent is killing people!"

The adult scolded the child and dragged the child away, for fear that if he stayed there, he would no longer be able to hold back his family!

Shen Jiao couldn't hold back when she smelled this familiar fragrance, she quickened her pace, and almost trotted to the woman.

"Auntie, give me ten uncooked fried rice." Shen Jiao said crisply, handing over twenty cents.

The middle-aged woman paused, and her head that had been lowered quickly raised her head. She glanced at Shen Jiao very quickly, with scrutiny and inquiry in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her head again and took out a clean piece of paper. , packed ten uncooked pancakes and handed them to Shen Jiao, and touched them with both hands.

The woman's hand was a little cold, but Shen Jiao still felt the softness and tenderness of this hand, and involuntarily looked at the woman's hand that wrapped the steamed buns.

The nails are beautifully manicured, the surface of the nails are polished, there is no dead skin on the side, the fingers are slender and white and tender, and there is no thick deformation of the knuckles caused by the local women's work on the farm. It is obvious that the owner of these hands takes great care of her hands. , very well maintained.

This woman is definitely not a local peasant woman!

Although Shen Jiao was curious, she did not lack the desire to explore. The current situation between her and her grandfather did not allow her to have too much curiosity. Everything that had nothing to do with her and her grandfather, no matter how attractive she was, she would not. will be one step closer.