Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

Chapter 19 Lively Market (2)

Maybe Zhou Xiaoyun stopped in front of the stall for too long, which affected the hawker's business. The woman in her forties said kindly: "Little girl, let your adults take you to buy what you like."

Zhou Xiaoyun knew that this was a very tactful way of letting her go. She smiled and stood up again and continued walking forward.

Look at how honest people were back then. If the quality of shop owners were different now, they would probably have driven people away with harsh words.

Zhou Xiaoyun suddenly remembered an incident that happened when she was twenty-five years old, when she took Niu Niu to the mall. I took a fancy to a girl's cotton-padded jacket and looked at the price: wow, more than three hundred. I immediately hung the clothes back on the hanger without even trying them on. At that time, the salesperson's disdainful eyes seemed to say, "You can't afford such clothes," which made her feel ashamed. Let her fully realize that poverty is not a fault but a shame that people can't hold their heads up against.

Zhou Xiaoyun didn’t want to think about the unpleasant past and vowed that he would never be someone to look down on in this life.

Zhou Xiaoyun, who was deep in thought, was knocked to the ground by an old man, and his **** fell heavily to the ground. When Zhou Xiaoyun came to her senses, her **** hurt so much that she screamed "Hey!"

 Looking up, I saw that the almost sixty-year-old man was Mr. Wang from the same village.

“Da Ya, it hurts from the collision. It’s all because I, a bad old man, didn’t pay attention when walking, it hurts.”

Daddy Wang helped Zhou Xiaoyun up and blamed himself for being careless.

Zhou Xiaoyun said quickly: "I don't blame you. It's all my own fault. I didn't watch the road and fell. I don't feel any pain now and I'm fine."

Daddy Wang was relieved when he saw that Zhou Xiaoyun was standing well, told her to be careful when walking, and then left.

 The people around me are very used to such things, not many people will pay attention to such a small matter. No one is affected, whether they are walking around, shopping at stalls, shopping at stalls, buying things, selling things, or selling things.

 Such an episode did not affect Zhou Xiaoyun's mood when visiting the market. She liked the people at this time very much. Everyone is honest and down-to-earth, not too snobbish or utilitarian, but very warm-hearted.

There was a stall in the middle of the market surrounded by many children. Zhou Xiaoyun walked over curiously and took a look. It turned out to be a stall selling little books. No wonder it attracted so many children lingering in front of the stall.

The man in his thirties who sells books about little people good-naturedly packed up the books that had been messed up by children and arranged them neatly one by one.

Zhou Xiaoyun lowered his head and squeezed in, squatting in front of the stall to read the little people's books.

The books arranged in several rows are divided into different categories. The first row is for adults, such as Zhougong's Interpretation of Dreams, the Book of Changes, and couplets. The second row is for some martial arts novels. The third row is for children's favorite novels. .

 The little book at this time was about the size of a palm, with illustrations on the top and stories on the bottom. Fairy tales were the most popular among children, and several books were turned over and over by the children watching. Most of the books are new and they are not expensive, only two cents a book.

 Already, some children are asking the adults standing behind them to buy themselves a copy.

Although there are many people watching it, there are very few people buying it. Who has the spare money to buy this for their children? Many children were dragged away by adults, and they looked at them reluctantly before leaving.

Zhou Xiaoyun picked up a copy of Journey to the West and read it with gusto. The story was familiar to him and the monsters on the illustrations were worth reading. There are not many people who read books like her, but most of the people who can understand books are older children over eight or nine years old. It's hard to find anyone as young as her who squats and reads. Come.

 The bookstall owner saw Zhou Xiaoyun’s serious look and thought this female doll was very interesting: “Hey, can you understand the book? If you do, I will give you one.”

Zhou Xiaoyun became naughty and deliberately pretended to be unwilling to be outdone: "Of course, of course I can understand."

 Some of the children around noticed it and started to make noises, asking her to read a few sentences.

Zhou Xiaoyun pretended to be in trouble and refused to read.

 The man who sold the book became more and more convinced that she couldn't understand it when he saw it, and said that as long as she could read one page, he would give her the Journey to the West.

Zhou Xiaoyun asked him: "Do you mean what you say? You regretted not giving me the book even after I read it."

The man held back his laughter: "I promise to keep my word. If you don't believe it, let the people around here prove it."

　Now even many adults were attracted by this interesting scene.

Zhou Xiaoyun's expression was calm, and he read out the first page of the Little Man's Book in straight Mandarin.

By the time she finished reading, there were cheers all around, and the man selling the book was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out.

“Well, it’s you who said the words, and this book belongs to me now.”

Zhou Xiaoyun took away the little book proudly, but couldn't help but giggle when thinking of the scene just now.

 Finally finished shopping at the market, Zhou Xiaoyun went back to find his parents. When I arrived at the place where Zhao Yuzhen was selling eggs, I saw that all the eggs in the basket were sold, but there were four duck eggs left.

Zhao Yuzhen saw that her daughter was sweating and took out a towel to wipe her sweat, and then asked her where the little book in her hand came from.

Zhou Xiaoyun did not dare to tell the truth and only said that he picked it up on the ground. Zhao Yuzhen undoubtedly believed him.

Father Zhou hugged Erya for a long time and was already feeling hot and tired: "Mom, I won't sell these duck eggs if I still have them. Let's go home. We'll fry them at noon to satisfy the child's craving."

So, a plate of fried duck eggs appeared on the Zhou family’s dinner table at noon. Duck eggs have a somewhat earthy smell and are not as delicious as eggs, but they are a rare delicacy in the eyes of the four brothers and sisters of the Zhou family, and they all eat them deliciously.

 (End of this chapter)