Farmer Fubo is open for business

Chang'an just wanted to take a closer look at his appearance, but his nose hurt and he suddenly woke up.

Mrs. Wu cried with joy and hugged Chang'an tightly for a while, but she was afraid.

Today, my father-in-law went crazy, and he didn't know what kind of stimulation he got. He came to rob Chang'an and strangled her until she fainted.

"Sanshun, what will we do in the future? Your father dares to rob Chang'an in front of so many people. If you can't protect him, he will do it again next time. Chang'an is so small, you can't stay at home all your life without going out, right?" Wu wiped. Tears said.

Song Sanshun was silent for a moment and said, "Why don't I bring Chonglou here and ask him to help look after Chang'an, so that I can keep you company."

As a man, I always have to go out to work, so I definitely can't stay at home all the time.

As for my brother-in-law, who has just recovered from a serious illness, he is not suitable for doing heavy work right away. It is better to bring him here so that he can stay with Chang'an and his sister, and his wife can cook him something delicious and take care of his health.

Mrs. Wu immediately nodded: "Okay, let's go to the temple fair tomorrow, and we will pick up Chonglou on the way."

Early the next morning, Mrs. Wu asked Sister-in-law Qian to come over and help take care of the yard. She and her husband took little Changan to attend the temple fair together.

Going with them were Goudan and his son and Little Hoe and his son.

Several people failed to hire an ox cart, so they had to walk to Tieniu Town.

When I arrived at the original place, I saw two vendors squatting here and looking around.

When a hawker saw Chang'an, his eyes suddenly lit up and he ran over immediately: "Oh! My little ancestor, why haven't you come for so long?"

Changan looked confused.

Seeing that the little doll had forgotten him, the vendor had to introduce himself: "My name is Li Si'er, and I used to redeem your goods."

Chang'an seemed to remember and nodded towards him.

The vendor chuckled and said, "What did you bring today? Let me see?"

Song Sanshun revealed the ten colorful clay statues in the basket on his back: "There are only ten clay statues."

The hawker took one look at it and immediately said: "Two hundred coins each, I want them all!"

Hey, I don’t know why, but the clay statues of the little doll’s house are particularly loved by people. Even Zhang Baldy, the oiliest man in town, likes to buy them from him.

That bald man is a half-Taoist priest. Although he cheats and deceives all day long, his words are really effective. People in the town would rather be deceived by him than not believe in evil.

Song Sanshun was about to agree when he suddenly heard someone shouting: "I'll give you five hundred coins each, give it all to me!"

The hawker became angry when he heard this. He turned around and saw that it was Zhang Baldy. He couldn't help but said, "Is there anyone who steals other people's business like you?"

"Who copied your business? This little kid is my old friend, right Chang'an?" Zhang Baldy looked at Chang'an with a smile.

Chang'an still remembered the bald man and nodded.

The hawker quit, grabbed Song Sanshun's backpack and said, "When doing business, it's a first-come, first-served basis. I was here first, so this must be given to me."

He paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you five hundred coins too!" Even if he sells five hundred and fifty coins, he won't leave it to the damn Zhang Baldy!

Zhang Tuzi rolled his eyes: "There are ten clay statues here. Have you brought five strings of cash?"

The vendor was stunned and then said: "Then I'll pay five first and take the remaining five home!"

Zhang Baldzi came closer, stretched his head to look into Song Sanshun's backpack, and said, "What can you take? I will give you five out of mercy, and the remaining five will belong to me."

After that, he picked up the two Dragon King statues inside and picked up the three God of Wealth statues.

Then he took out three large bunches of copper coins from his pocket and handed them to Song Sanshun, two large bunches and one small bunch, as if they were specially counted. "Here, two thousand five hundred yuan."

Song Sanshun took the copper coins and counted them. Sure enough, they were two coins of five hundred coins.

Not to be outdone, the vendor took the remaining five into his basket, paid and left.

Song Laoliu and Song You were both shocked.

The clay dolls in Chang'an are sold for 500 yuan each, so how much will this one cost?

Another hawker seemed to see through their minds and sneered: "The maximum number of clay statues you two have is one hundred and fifty coins. I won't take any more."

Song Laoliu looked at the ten clay statues in his basket and reluctantly said, "Okay." One hundred and fifty is one hundred and fifty. At least he can make more income than before, which is much better than the last temple fair.

The last few times Chang'an and Sanshun didn't come, he ended up selling a total of four clay statues. Now he can sell ten at a time, which is a surprise.

Then a few hawkers came over and exchanged the clay statues of the little hoe for one hundred and fifty coins each.

Before leaving, he said: "You should make more dragon king statues or water god statues in the future. People everywhere are praying for rain recently, so those two are the best sellers."

Goudan and Little Hoe nodded.

When Song Sanshun saw that all the clay statues had been redeemed, he was about to take his niece to the temple to worship the gods when he suddenly heard Zhang Baldzi ask: "Little Chang'an, will you come back next time?"

Chang'an: "I don't know."

Zhang Baldzi said with a smile: "Then I will go to your house to buy clay statues, okay?"

Changan blinked and asked, "Can you find my home?"

"Of course, you'll find out once you ask the bullock driver," Zhang Tuzi said.

Chang'an: "Okay."

If Uncle Baldy wants to go, he can't stop him, so he might as well agree.

Seeing that the little doll agreed, Zhang Tuzi smiled at Song Sanshun and left with the five statues in his arms.

Song Sanshun breathed a sigh of relief.

This person is obviously a down-and-out Taoist priest who also likes to cheat everywhere, but he gives people a sense of oppression and is inexplicably scary.

"Let's go to the temple to buy incense and worship Buddha." Song Sanshun walked in front with his little niece in his arms, Wu followed closely behind, Song Laoliu and Song You also led their sons up the mountain.

The mountain road is densely packed with people, and some people are beating gongs and drums and holding flags and flags as they go up.

Halfway there, Chang An suddenly felt uneasy. He grabbed his uncle's collar and said, "Don't go! Go home! Go home!"

Song Sanshun looked at the temple not far away on the mountain and comforted him in a low voice: "We will be there soon. Let's worship the gods and leave."

"No, no!" Chang'an shook his head like a rattle and must go back.

Seeing her little niece making such a fuss, Mrs. Wu was also a little nervous: "How about we go back? Look, there are too many people here. I think the temple can hardly be crowded."

"Yeah!" Chang An couldn't help but nodded.

Song Sanshun glanced at the mountain gate and saw many people coming in and out, so he had to hold her and walk back, not forgetting to greet Song Laoliu and Song You, their father and son.

Song Laoliu was a little puzzled: "We are already at the mountain gate, why go back again?"

Song Sanshun said: "I see there are too many people up there. What if we get squeezed down the mountain road? We all have our children with us, so we'd better not join in the fun."

Song Laoliu thought about it and felt it made sense, so he led his son back.

Song You looked at the incense candles he bought and didn't want to give up halfway, but his son Xiao Hoe couldn't bear to go.

The little hoe's creed is to listen to the master in everything, and whatever the master says will be whatever he says. He cannot go against the grain. Even if he buys all his own incense and candles, he must unite with the master and go home.

There was no other way, so Song You had no choice but to take his son and follow Song Sanshun back.

When they arrived at the market, a few people simply browsed the stalls and went to a wonton stall to eat a bowl of wontons.

Song Sanshun bought a lot of paints for his niece and a few tools for himself.

I bought all kinds of saws, chisels, axes, and drills, because winter is coming soon, and I have to go to the barren mountains to cut more firewood and go home.

At this moment, there was chaos on the other side of the mountain road, with many people screaming and running away.

"It's not good! Someone fell down the mountain! Help!" (End of Chapter)