Chapter 42

Liu Jin had nothing to hold pickled bamboo shoots, so she asked the uncle selling dry firewood to help her look at the stall.

She saw that the uncle was honest and honest, so she dared to give things to him.

She ran to the grocery store at one go and asked the shopkeeper for forty oil papers.

The oil paper cost her two Wen, but it hurt Liu Jin to death.

However, money is spent. It is useful for her to buy these oil paper, not to spend money indiscriminately, so she thought of it and her mood soon calmed down.

Back at the booth, Liu Jin filled the previous aunt with a bowl of pickled bamboo shoots.

Aunt was so happy to see that she gave her enough weight.

The old woman thought of her little grandson, who was always shouting that there was no food to eat these two days. She couldn't help buying two bowls.

In this way, Liu Jin sold four bowls.

Passers by her booth, attracted by the aroma, couldn't help stopping to ask.

Liu Jin carefully introduced her pickle: "aunt, my pickle is different from other pickles. I'm not pickled radish or mustard. You might as well try one."

Then she picked out a pickled bamboo shoot in a bowl and gave it to the aunt.

Aunt is a genuine rural person. She doesn't pay so much attention. She picked up pickled bamboo shoots and put them into her mouth.

"It's delicious. Give me two bowls." Aunt finished eating and licked her fingers.

Liu Jin smiled and helped her pack it and handed it to her.

As long as someone bought it, someone followed. No, the aunt left, and several people gathered around.

"Don't worry, line up and come one by one. I have more here!" Liu Jin said hurriedly when she saw that the guests were crowded together.

She didn't expect her business to be so good. She walked one wave after another.

It was only an hour or so, and there were only a few bowls of bamboo shoots left in her barrel.

Liu Jin saw that no one came to her stall. She squatted down and took a breath.

But before she had a rest, a burly man came in front of her.

Liu Jin looked up at the man and felt a little uneasy when she saw his evil look.

"Do you want to buy pickles?" Liu Jin asked.

The man listened to her and said angrily, "what pickles do you buy? I'm here to smash your stall."

With that, he kicked Liu Jin's bucket over.

Liu Jin was stunned and angrily scolded, "who are you? Why are you smashing my stall?"

"You don't care who I am. I'm going to smash your stall. Who let you affect my business." The man said, pointing to a pickle stall nearby.

Liu Jin looked at it and understood it in an instant.

It turned out that they were peers. They all said that peers were enemies. It was true.

However, Liu Jin would not be frightened by him. She looked at the man coldly and said, "your business is not as good as mine. It only means that your pickles are not as good as mine. Why do you smash my stall?"

"Yo! Little girl, how dare you talk to me like that." The man listened to Liu Jin's words and raised his hand to beat her. "I rely on these fists."

Liu Jin saw it and hurried away from the man's fist.

The man didn't fight. His angry face was green. He waved his fist and was ready to continue to fight Liu Jin.

But when he was about to hit Liu Jin in his hand, he was suddenly caught by the uncle who sold firewood.

"I say you are a great man. How can you bully a little girl?" Uncle said angrily.

The man glared at the uncle fiercely and shook off his hand: "you can't control who I bully. If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here."

When he finished speaking, he shouted not far away, and then several men of different ages came over.

Some men still carry an unfinished straw sandal in their hands, which looks like a straw sandal seller.

Liu Jin was stunned. She didn't expect this man to have so many friends here.

She hurriedly pulled uncle aside and whispered, "uncle, thank you for your help, but there are too many of them. You'd better leave me alone."

The uncle shook his head: "how can I do this? I can't keep my eyes open..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Liu Jin.

"Don't worry, uncle. I'm fine. They don't dare do anything to me. There are county magistrates here. I don't believe they don't have a king's law in their eyes and don't pay attention to the county magistrates." Liu Jin deliberately raised her voice so that everyone present could hear what she said.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the man's face became cloudy and uncertain, his clenched fist slowly loosened, and his friends also had scruples and quietly retreated back.

The man looked at Liu Jin fiercely and said in secret: dead girl, dare to frighten him with the county magistrate.

Liu Jin knew that her words had played a role and aroused a contemptuous smile.

She went to the back basket and saw that the pickled bamboo shoots in the back basket were scattered on the ground and covered with dust. She couldn't eat any more. She was very distressed.

"Bitch, get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude." The man scolded angrily.

Liu Jin raised her eyes and stared at the man coldly. Her eyes were as sharp as a blade, emitting a cold and cold light.

The man looked into her eyes and was so frightened that his hands were sweating behind her.

He was stunned and looked at Liu Jin in disbelief.

Why are the little girl's eyes so terrible?

Liu Jin took back her sight, snorted coldly, picked up her basket and walked away.

Today, in addition to what happened just now, Liu Jin was in a good mood. She walked in the street, wiping her bulging purse, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help recalling it slightly.

With silver, she wanted to buy something for her family.

There was not much food at home, so she went to the grain shop and bought ten kilograms of coarse rice and two kilograms of flour.

This white flour is valuable. It's two Wen more expensive than the price of fine rice. She can't bear to buy more.

Seeing all kinds of spices such as pepper, star anise and cinnamon on the baskets and bamboo, she spent ten Wen to pick up some commonly used in cooking and asked the shop owner to wrap them up.

After paying the bill, she knew she had spent too much.

Don't look at such a little thing, but it cost her more than 80 copper coins.

She just sold pickled bamboo shoots and made a total of more than 100 copper coins. In this way, there is little left.

Looking at the shriveled purse, her heart was full of miscellaneous things.

Hey, it's like running water. It's too fast.

Next, she dared not go shopping.

But passing by the meat stall, she stopped and looked. She thought of the oil pot that had already bottomed out at home. She still endured the pain and bought a kilo of fat meat.

"Boss, how do you sell this pig bone?" Liu Jin stared at the pig bone like a torch.

The pork stall owner smiled and replied, "this is worthless. If the girl wants it, take all five Wen."

There are three or four kilograms of pig bones here, and there are some lean meat on them. The boss asked her for five Wen. It's really not expensive.

You know, pork costs 15 Wen a catty, while fat meat used for oil refining costs 20 Wen a catty.