Han Qinbao came over with long legs.
By the time Rumei picked out fourteen bags of melon seeds, Han Qinbao had already settled the account.
Han Qinbao ignored Rumei, grabbed the melon seeds, strode back and said, "It's very salty, two bags per person.
Come out and drink hot tea when you're thirsty."
Rumei watched several people happily go in with their things, and then took Xianliang to Jiang Ying's house.
Passing by a food stall, Rumei said: "Jiang Ying said he wanted to go to his house for dinner, so I think we should eat here.
It smells weird.
There are many varieties."
In this era, big business is not allowed, but there are still small stalls; it is the Chinese New Year, and they turn a blind eye.
Otherwise, it would be too impersonal.
It was dusk, and there were many people on the street.
The food stalls couldn't be said to be right next to each other, but there were quite a few.
No matter which city it is, the area near department stores is always the busiest.
There must be a street nearby that is very lively and prosperous.
Although it cannot be compared with the commercial streets of later generations, it has begun to take shape.
Smelling the fragrance, I came to a food stall, and sure enough, it was the wontons that Jin Ming wanted to eat.
Both of them sat down, "Just a bowl of wontons each, and two more wontons."
The brother and sister had a warm and full meal.
Although it was not a big meal, it was necessary to keep them full and warm.
The two people got up and walked forward slowly.
There are vendors selling dumplings, wontons, fried noodles, and candied haws on the roadside; there are also vendors selling steamed buns, fried dough sticks, sugar cakes, and steamed buns, mainly for food, and everything else.
The street was quite lively with shouts, shouts, adults talking and laughing, and children crying.
There are also country people who come out with burdens to sell things, nothing more than eggs, sweet potato vermicelli, Chinese cabbage and so on.
He shouted loudly, but he couldn't compare with those who set up stalls.
Most of those people are city dwellers, or their family members are city dwellers, and at least they have established a foothold in the city.
Those who came out to carry burdens from the countryside looked much weaker than them at first glance.
I don't dare to get too close to other people's stalls, for fear of affecting their business and being kicked out.
Soon, the street lights gradually lit up, shining dimly on people's faces.
Although they all looked disheveled, they were still in a good mood.
Anyway, everyone is poor I don’t know what happened later, but suddenly someone started shouting and yelling, and there were beatings and scoldings.
The two of them didn't care.
It had nothing to do with them anyway.
They weren't people who liked to watch the excitement and had things to do.
Therefore, the two of them continued to move forward without looking back.
Suddenly, a man yelled: "Lanying, you old bitch, if you dare to take a step forward again, see if I don't break your legs."
The two of them paused and looked at each other.
Before he could turn around, he heard a familiar female voice yelling and cursing loudly.
Listen to the voice, it's not Lan Ying.
It's really an enemy.
Lan Ying's foul mouth was as bad as ever, and her scolding was unpalatable, "You bastard old bastard, I am your wife, not a donkey bought by your family.
How much is the gift?
I am also a person on my second marriage."
Got a marriage certificate” "There is a lot of work in the fields at home.
I do everything for your son and I also take care of you.
I have to take care of you day and night.
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