Going to the temple fair
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Song Sanshun and Wu spent two days peeling the two large baskets of wood stalks.
The next step was to polish the beads, and then borrow a fine wood drill from the carpenter's house to drill holes in half a basin of wood stalks.
On the fifth day, Wu strung 24 strings of Buddhist beads, and before dawn, she carried Chang'an and her husband to the temple fair.
Qian Saozi and her husband Song Laoliu also went with their children, because their son Goudan's condition had improved, and they wanted to go to the temple to fulfill a wish.
Today, the two families hired an ox cart for the first time, with Song Laoliu driving the cart. Three adults and three children sat on the ox cart and slowly drove to Tieniu Town.
Wu was covered with a quilt, holding Chang'an, who was not fully awake, in her arms, and chatting with Qian Saozi.
Goudan and Qiao'er were also wrapped in quilts, looking around with hazy eyes.
Song Sanshun sat beside his wife, silently looking at the starry sky and the cold half moon.
Yesterday, his father asked him to fetch water and chop firewood, and also asked him to turn the vegetable garden again.
He was not afraid of doing the work, but he could not bear this breath. He worked
so hard to turn the soil, but Song Jizu stood with his hands behind his back and said this and that like a rich man, saying that he did his work perfunctorily and deliberately fooled people.
His father actually believed it, ran over to scold him, and asked him to turn the garden again.
Song Sanshun got angry when he thought about this, and he even thought about moving out of the village.
If he was farther away from them, he would not have to endure this humiliation every day.
Once the idea of moving away came up, it was like a prairie fire, and it was out of control. But
where should he move to?
Otherwise, move to the side of his two acres of land?
That place is two miles away from the village. Surely his father would not run so far to ask him to fetch water and chop firewood?
Song Sanshun was thinking about it, and before he knew it, the sky gradually brightened.
The mist in the field was like a thread, and the mountains and trees in the distance looked like a fairyland.
As the sun rose, the mist gradually dissipated, and the smoke from the distant villages also appeared.
The ox cart went for more than 20 miles and finally arrived at Tieniu Town.
This town is a transportation fortress, with many garrisons guarding it. The people around do business with the people in the military town, and some settle here. Over time, a large market gradually formed. When
Chang'an and his friends arrived at the town, it was almost noon, but there were still many villagers setting up stalls to do business.
Song Laoliu parked the ox cart on the side of the road leading to the temple and said to Sanshun: "You can set up the stall here. We will take the children to the temple to burn incense and come back." Song
Sanshun nodded: "Okay, I just want to take the cow over there to drink water."
The old cow was very tired after driving for more than 20 miles. It had to take a good rest and feed it some grass. It was
Chang'an's first time to attend the temple fair. Everything he saw was very new, and his eyes were almost too busy.
"Chang'an, don't run around."
Wu carried Chang'an off the ox cart, put out a basket of wood-sucking bead strings, and whispered to her husband: "How much do you think a string of these should be sold for?"
Song Sanshun scratched his head, he didn't know.
This was the first time the couple did business, and they were a little embarrassed. No one dared to ask others, so they had to discuss quietly: "Or, sell it for five cents a string."
Wu nodded: "Then sell it for five cents."
But the beads were put out for a long time and no one was interested, which made Wu a little anxious.
At this time, Song Sanshun had already led the cow to drink water. Wu had no one to discuss with, and she didn't dare to walk around, so she had to sit on the cart and quietly look at the passing crowd.
Chang'an sat next to Aunt San, blinking his eyes and looking here and there, and suddenly saw someone selling wood-sucking bead strings.
This person walked around with a basket, and when he saw an old woman or a woman, he approached and asked: "Do you want Buddhist beads? Those that have been blessed by Guanyin Temple can ensure safety and smoothness."
So the women or old women stopped to watch, and some really bought a string to wear on their wrists.
Chang'an saw with his own eyes that the old woman gave a string of money to the peddler carrying the basket. There are a lot of copper coins in that string.
Chang'an wanted to point it out to her aunt, but the vendor quickly left with the basket.
In fact, Wu had already noticed it, but she definitely didn't dare to carry the basket around to sell it.
Chang'an saw her aunt's embarrassment, so she picked up a string and hung it around her neck, put it on her wrists, and looked at the pilgrims coming and going.
She hoped silently in her heart that someone would come to buy her beads.
Her aunt said that as long as all the beads were sold, they would go back to Kaoshan Village to visit her parents and brother.
The mother-in-law in Kaoshan Village was very nice and made delicious food for her. Chang'an liked to go to her house to play.
Today, Chang'an wore the red cotton jacket that her aunt had just altered, with a small bun on her head. She also wore a string of black Buddhist beads, and her big eyes were blinking, which was very lovely.
Soon, a woman came over, touched Chang'an's little head, and asked, "Whose child are you? You are so cute."
Chang'an pointed to Wu next to him and said, "Aunt, Aunt's."
The woman smiled, looked at the bamboo basket in front of Wu, and asked, "How much is this pearl string?"
"Five cents a string." Wu answered honestly. The woman smiled and said
, "It's not cheap." Wu blushed and didn't know how to answer. Chang'an stammered and explained, "Cheap, cheap. Pearls, pearls, pearls, cheap!" The woman groaned and laughed, "Why are you a little stutterer? Hey, kid, if you don't want to stutter, don't be impatient, think about it one sentence at a time, and you won't stutter when you grow up." Chang'an nodded heavily, "Yes." She didn't want to stutter either, but when she said the first word, she forgot what she was going to say next, and she could only remember it after a pause. Wu thanked the woman: "Thank you for your advice, elder sister." The woman waved her hand, glanced at Chang'an, pointed at the beads on her neck and said: "I will buy hers." Chang'an took off the beads on her neck and handed them over with both hands: "Here." The woman took it, paid five coins, and left. Wu was very happy to see that the business was open, and she hugged Chang'an into her arms, "Chang'an is my aunt's little lucky star." Chang'an nodded: "Yes! Little, lucky star!" She decided to follow the advice of the lady, think before speaking, and slowly get rid of her stuttering. Not long after, two more pilgrims came to buy beads, and they also liked the ones on Chang'an's wrists. Wu just thought it was strange, so she put beads on Chang'an's neck and wrists. She also stood up and looked at her little niece, and found that the little niece looked really good wearing beads, just like a little girl under the seat of Guanyin. When Song Laoliu and his wife brought their children out to fulfill their vows, most of Wu's beads had been sold. Finally, she sold the remaining beads to a vendor at a low price, and then Samsoon hitched the oxcart and drove back. "Have you sold all the beads?" Mrs. Qian was a little incredulous: "How much is one bead?" " Five cents." Mrs. Wu told the truth. Mrs. Qian said with envy: "You brought a lot of beads, I didn't expect this thing could make money." Mrs. Wu smiled embarrassedly: "Although it makes money, it's also troublesome. Samsoon's hands are all blistered." (End of this chapter)