Chang’an Peasant Girl

As soon as Xiao Changyi mentioned the battlefield, An Jing thought of the scars all over Xiao Changyi's body, and felt very uncomfortable. She frowned, but she didn't ask any more, but said, "Your words are better than mine."

She practiced calligraphy with her grandfather, and it is estimated that she was bound by copybooks in the early days. Although her calligraphy looks beautiful, it is not as open as Xiao Changyi's writing, and it is not as grand as Xiao Changyi's writing. .

Xiao Changyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you doing compared to me?"

An Jing immediately raised his chin and said proudly, "You haven't seen that I'm very competitive, right?"

Xiao Changyi curled the corners of his mouth, did not speak, just touched her face with his hand.

At first, Quiet didn't notice anything wrong, so he let Xiao Changyi touch it, and when Xiao Changyi retracted his hand, he realized that Xiao Changyi's palm was black, which means that the hand Xiao Changyi used to touch her face was the one that used black charcoal to write. hand.

Then the left cheek she was touched must be black.

Quiet is not angry, and her smile is even brighter. She raised her hand and grabbed Xiao Changyi's neck domineeringly and pulled it down, forcing Xiao Changyi to lower her head. When the height was suitable, she used her blackened left face to rub against her. Xiao Changyi's handsome face.

Let Xiao Changyi be a cat with a face like her.

After Xiao Changyi's face turned dark, Jing Jing said with a smile: "I told you, I am very competitive!"

The corners of Xiao Changyi's mouth rose and the arc became wider. His wife is so different.

The next day, when it was just dawn, Xiao Changyi and An Jing set off to sell fermented bean curd in the town.

When An Jing and Xiao Changyi arrived in the town, it was already bright, but An Jing and Xiao Changyi still occupied a good position.

Right in the middle of some vegetables.

Xiao Changyi spread out the rough cloth with the words fermented bean curd written on it, and showed the two characters of fermented bean curd. Of course, those who were illiterate would not know it, but those who were literate would definitely know what they were selling.

An Jing brought a small bench and placed the small bench in front of the tile jar, before An Jing took out the plate and chopsticks from the basket.

Xiao Changyi immediately opened the lid of the tile jar, and quietly took out four pieces of moldy tofu with chopsticks, placed the three pieces in a circle on the plate, and put one piece in the middle of the top of the three pieces.

The moldy tofu was dipped in red chili powder, and the presentation was even more beautiful, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

Quietly put the moldy tofu on the plate and put the plate on the small bench.

As soon as Xiao Changyi saw Quietly clipping the moldy tofu, he covered the tile jar again. There are samples on the front, so people don't know what's in the tile jar.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi squatted on both sides of the tile jar, everything was ready, and they were waiting for someone to buy it.

"What are you selling, I've never seen it before?" The uncle who was selling vegetables next to him looked at it for a while, felt novel, and asked.

Quietly smiled and said, "fermented bean curd."

"Fried bean curd?" The uncle thought about it before shaking his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

"This is a meal that my husband and I have just thought about. Of course, you haven't heard of it, uncle."

"You figured it out?!" The uncle widened his eyes, very surprised. Immediately, looking at the four pieces of fermented bean curd on the plate, "Don't say it, it looks really good." After a pause, he asked, "Girl, how did you sell it?"

Quiet stretched out a finger in each of his hands, crossed it, and made a cross.