A time-travelling peasant girl becomes a wealthy woman

"Sister Yang! This is not allowed." He Hui Niang hurriedly stopped her.

"It's just a small thing, a gift for the child." Yang Lijun held down He Huiniang's hand as she tried to take the necklace, and asked Huang Mulin, "Do you like it?"

Huang Mulin nodded, "I like it."

"Take it if you like it."

Huang Mulin looked at his helpless mother and thanked her with a smile: "Thank you, auntie."

"You're welcome." Yang Lijun handed the child to He Huiniang. Huang Bo saw it and immediately stepped forward to take away the bag hanging on her.

Yang Lijun observed this and thought that the man He Huiniang married was indeed a good one.

"Okay, take the kids out to play. But be careful, Mumu's appearance is too eye-catching, and it's a bit rampant to take pictures of Huazi with so many people."

They all call me by my nickname in a friendly way.

After giving the reminder, Yang Lijun was still a little worried. There were occasional cases of children being lost during the market in the town, and many of them could not be found. Huang Mulin was so good-looking, it was too dangerous.

"You guys wait a minute."

Without waiting for them to react, Yang Lijun ran straight to the backyard, rummaged through the closet to find a previously used face towel, picked out a light yellow one, and returned to the store.

"This is for Mu Mu," she put it on Huang Mulin. Because it was too big, she fastened it with a pin to ensure that it would not fall apart.

"How is this okay!?"

He Hui Niang had no time to stop him, and she couldn't refuse as she held her daughter. The fabric of this face towel was not cheap, and it was still very new. It would probably cost a hundred bucks to buy it directly.

"It's okay, I have a lot, don't worry too much."

"No, no, I'll give you the money."

He Hui Niang signaled Huang Bo to give the money with her eyes.

But before he could take the money, Yang Lijun rejected it: "It's not worth much. I'm only willing to give it to Mu Mu if she suits my taste. I won't give it to anyone else."

Huang Mulin, who was watching the show silently, liked Yang Lijun's generosity from the bottom of his heart, and immediately said: "When Mumu makes a lot of money in the future, buy something better for auntie."

Yang Lijun burst into laughter.

Who can not like this girl?

Seeing this, Huang Bo and He Hui Niang knew they couldn't give the money away, so they could only thank Yang Lijun repeatedly and then take the children for a walk in the street.

Because of the existence of Linhai Town, Qiling County has better population flow and economy than ordinary counties, and its tax revenue is even comparable to that of state capitals in poor areas.

Therefore, the county magistrate of Qiling County was unwilling to move. His performance in his annual work reports was just acceptable, neither outstanding nor difficult to find fault with. He stayed in Qiling County for more than ten years.

There were people on the street and in the shops. The weather was a little hot and it was uncomfortable to squeeze in the crowd. But it was the first time for the children to come to the town. Everything was new to them. The crowd was nothing to them. But in order to protect their mother and sister, they still walked slowly and obediently.

In addition to the shops, there are many vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the street. Just like the stories I have read before, the street vendors sell candied haws, steamed buns, small toys, jewelry, vegetables, etc., which are dazzling.

Walking slowly towards the beach in South Street, Huang Bo bought two strings of candied haws and shared them among the five children. Mu Mu only ate one to try it, and gave the rest to his brothers. He also bought three meat buns so that the children could fill their stomachs when they were hungry.

As we walked, there were fewer people around when we reached the end of South Street.

Huang Mulin smelled a very familiar scent of the sea, fishy and salty.

At the end of South Street is the pier.

Huang Bo and his wife also smelled the smell, and were afraid that their daughter would not be able to get used to it, so they wanted to turn around and walk to another street. Huang Mulin stopped them.

"Dad, Mom, I want to go over there and take a look."

She pointed toward the dock.

"Don't you think it smells bad?" Huang Bo asked.

"No." Huang Mulin blinked: "Dad, let's go see if there is anything delicious to sell."

Everyone else started laughing, and the family slowly walked towards the dock.

There are naturally many fishermen near the sea, and there are also many warehouses and porters for storing goods at the docks. In the past, the storage and transportation of seafood had to go in and out through here.

At this time, many fishermen had already set up stalls to sell seafood. Huang Bo's family arrived a little later. When the sun just rose, restaurants, food halls, and wealthy and powerful families had already sent people to take away the freshest seafood. People living nearby had also picked out the better ones, so there were not many people coming to the dock now.

Seafood is brought back by fishermen at great risk, so it is naturally more expensive than other meats. Most families are reluctant to buy it, so fishermen eat it themselves if they can't sell it, which saves on their daily meals. Or if someone wants to buy it before noon, they will sell it at a lower price.

In this era, only the very wealthy could afford ice, and the quantities were extremely limited. If the seafood caught by the fishermen were not preserved with ice, it would not be able to be preserved in the slightly hot weather and would be almost dead by noon. Once it died and became smelly, no one would want it and they would not be able to eat it themselves.

Huang Mulin was in Huang Bo's arms, looking here and there.

There was another person who was particularly excited, the fourth child, Huang Jinlin. He looked around at the seafood, imagining how he would cook it for his family if he could buy some back home.

The second oldest, Huang Haolin, looked around at the fishermen and the harbor dock, muttering something.

The other two brothers were just here for fun, just hanging out with their families.

Huang Mulin suddenly saw a small pile of shells in front of a fisherman's stall. They looked familiar. Several of them were glowing, perhaps because of the light.

Out of curiosity and an inexplicable vague intuition, Huang Mulin asked Huang Bo to hold her and walk to the stall.

Seashell?

She twisted her body and signaled Huang Bo to put her down.

Put your feet on the ground, squat down and observe.

There were about twenty or thirty seashells on the stall, the small ones were the size of a woman's palm, and the big ones were the size of a man's palm. Next to it was a basket of sea fish of unknown species, with a few left.

She observed secretly for a while and confirmed that some of the seashells were shining with golden light, but the others were not.

"Uncle, how much is this?" she asked, looking up with curiosity on her face.

"Two cents for a small one, and three cents for a large one."

This price is really not cheap.

Pork is only twelve cents per pound, and when you dig open the seashells, there is only a little meat, and it has also shrunk. No wonder most people are unwilling to spend the money to buy seafood.

Huang Mulin was a little hesitant. If he wanted to buy the seashells she liked at this price, it would cost He Huiniang several days' income.

And she wasn't sure whether what she wanted was inside, and she was very confused.

Seeing that the little girl couldn't make up her mind, the stall owner didn't rush and continued to organize the fishing net in his hand.

"Mumu wants to buy it?"

Huang Mulin nodded.

"How many do you want to buy?" Huang Haolin asked her.

"About five or six."

"Mom?" Huang Haolin looked at his mother. Here, only his mother had the right to decide whether to buy or not, because the money was earned by his mother.

He Hui Niang looked at her eager daughter, then looked at her second son who was eager to try, and nodded.

"Boss," Huang Haolin immediately turned his head and asked with great interest, "Is this edible?"