Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

When I leaned over, I found that there was nothing in Zhao Yuner's back basket, just two clay pots. The jar is covered, and there is nothing in it.

A woman in her thirties pulled out a smile and said to Zhao Yun'er, "Girl, what good stuff are you carrying in your bag?"

Zhao Yuner faintly replied, "It's nothing."

Why would the woman believe Zhao Yun'er's rhetoric, and smiled and leaned over, "Girl, just talk to your aunt, we are in the same village. On weekdays, I will talk to each other about selling something good in the city. Say it."

"Naturally, there are not many aunts who are better. I am afraid that you will laugh when they say it, so it is better not to say it." Zhao Yuner said.

Seeing Zhao Yuner, the woman didn't mean to say it, she felt boring, she couldn't help but spit a few words, "If you don't say it, don't say it, it's definitely not a good thing anyway. In this city, some people didn't go. However, I thought I was going to sell things that I thought was precious. I guess no one would want them. Don’t go to the city when the time comes. If the things can’t be sold, I lost the money for the car."

Naturally, this is for Zhao Yuner.

The corners of Zhao Yuner's lips rose slightly, but she smiled and said politely, "Thank you aunt for worrying, but this is my business."

The woman snorted angrily by Zhao Yun'er, turned around, and sighed Zhao Yun'er in front of the others and women.

Zhao Yuner just pretended not to hear.

The mouth grows on someone else's body, and it also takes care of what they say is impossible.

Zhao Yuner sat in the bullock cart and waited for a while, and then several people came. When it was almost done, Old Hu yelled and prepared to set off.

The ox cart is no faster than the horse cart, swaying towards Yangcheng.

If you walked a dozen or so miles, you would be too tired. Basically, you still had things with you when you passed.

When Mr. Hu's long whip was licking the cow's **** and driving on the road, he was still humming a little country song, and he looked relaxed and comfortable.

The air in the early morning is very fresh, mixed with the fragrance of the earth, bumps and bumps all the way, but Zhao Yuner feels that there is no fun.

After about an hour, I arrived in Yangcheng. At this time, the early morning sun has risen.

Yangcheng is very prosperous and lively. After entering, you will see large and small stalls selling all kinds of things.

It is morning now, and all kinds of early scents spread all over the street. Before Zhao Yun'er had breakfast, she was a little hungry because of the smell.

Father Hu looked for an open space and stopped, and then greeted the people in the car, "Go ahead, I'll be waiting here."

After speaking, he took out the cigarette rod and cigarette bag, sat on the bullock cart, and began to smoke the welding smoke leisurely.

The women who bought things in the car and came to sell all got off the car one after another. There were stalls selling things in the city. There was a fixed place. When they went there, they had to pay a stall fee of three cents.

Zhao Yun'er knew that her honey was a good thing, and when she got it at the market, ordinary people might not be able to afford it.

She had to find a shop that specializes in selling honey by herself, and then resell her own.

"Girl, don't you go to the stall with us?" A woman asked, compared to other women, she didn't mix things up. Asking Zhao Yun'er in this way can be regarded as caring for her.