An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

The county town is not big, and the markets selling New Year goods are mainly concentrated in the east of the city. It is said that there is also a small market in the west of the city, but the goods are not complete and not as good, and the prices are expensive.

Originally, everyone had agreed to purchase at the market in the east of the city, with the purpose of being close to the house where they were going to buy the goods. If they bought too much, they could just go back to the house to put it away and then come out again, which wasn't far.

Except for the few people who just entered the house and the old lady in the family, no one else knew that the house had been purchased.

The reasons for not making it public were, firstly, fear of leaking the news, and secondly, fear that the children at home would become lazy in their lives because they knew there was money at home.

In the morning, a carriage entered the city early. The sisters-in-law thought that Jing Yongcheng and Jing Changning were going to meet Zhou Wei and others. Even if they saw this house in the future, they would at most think that it was rented.

The market in the east of the city had more, better, and more complete goods, because most of the wealthy families, officials, and scholars lived in the east of the city.

When I walked out to the main street, I found that it was completely different from the deserted place when I first arrived in the morning.

As it is close to the end of the year, the streets are crowded with people, so much so that you would think that everyone in the entire county has gathered here. No matter how poor or hard the people are, they still have to celebrate the New Year. There may be only a few people in the entire county who don't buy anything like Jing Changming's family.

"There are too many people in the market. Let's find a stall nearby and fill our stomachs first," said Zhuang.

As the New Year approaches, all kinds of people like to hang out in the market. Those who need change or spend money like to gather together. It can be said that it is a mixed crowd. At this time, everyone has the most money in their pockets.

Today, Zhuang had a lot of silver and several banknotes in her arms. Although her eldest son, who was a head taller than her, was standing next to her, she was still worried that the silver would be stolen.

Jing Chunxi acted coquettishly: "Aunt, there is a wonton stall over there. I saw it when I came here."

Zhuang: "I knew you were thinking about this." Before even entering the city, the children were already thinking about wonton noodles. How could she, as a mother, not know this?

In Beijing, Jing Chunxi liked to eat wontons. After listening to the description his fourth cousin heard from his friends, he felt that wontons and wontons must be almost the same food, just with different names in the north and south.

The people in the village told Silang, "The wonton noodles in the county town are the best." But they said that the wonton noodles were so delicious that you could swallow them with your tongue. They said that the soup was the soul of the noodles, which successfully whetted their appetite.

Jing Chunxi also wanted to try it, so when the car turned into the street in front of the house just now, she silently memorized this shop.

It was more of a stall than a shop, as the frontage was so small that there was no room for the three-burner stove. Customers ate their noodles in the corridor in front of the shop and under the eaves. A black cloth flag with gold lettering embroidered on it was supported by a bamboo pole at the door. On it were three illegible characters: "Wonton Noodles."

When you're away from home, you have to accommodate your child. Besides, Zhuang has never had wonton noodles. She was already hungry after carrying so much rice and noodles, and Dalang had been complaining of hunger all the way out.

The wonton shop is across the street from the market entrance. There are quite a few people at the stall at this hour, and you actually have to queue up. A not-too-wide rectangular table is placed horizontally in front of the shop, only an arm's width away from the stove. There are three benches on three sides of the table, and the benches are full of people.

Some people couldn't get a seat, so they just grabbed a small stool, put their bowl of noodles on the stool, and started eating with their chopsticks. They had to squat from beginning to end while eating a bowl of noodles, and they didn't know if their feet would become numb.

Whether it was the coachman or the person wearing a long silk gown, they all squeezed in to grab a seat without any regard for etiquette or dignity, creating a unique scene that could not be seen in the capital.

Seeing this scene, Jing Chunxi no longer felt embarrassed, but instead felt very hungry. If the food was not so delicious, why would so many people rush to buy it? She thought that the one that the villagers said was delicious must be this one.

Since she had decided to eat, Zhuang started to use all her skills. She was not someone who didn't know how to adapt, especially since she had been exiled all the way and was used to eating in the wild while squatting, standing, and sitting. When she saw a vacant seat, she pushed Jing Chunxi in first, which made a man with a mustache next to him who couldn't get a seat so angry that he glared at her, but Zhuang ignored him.

"Just sit down and don't get up. Your aunt will serve you wonton noodles later." If he stood up again after sitting down, the seat would definitely be gone. Jing Chunxi sat down obediently and waited for his aunt to serve him.

Looking further ahead, Dalang, who was cooking wontons at the stove, had already paid a copper coin to ask the shopkeeper to cook three bowls of wonton noodles for him. While others were watching for seats, he had already lined up.

Zhuang stood for a while, and finally managed to grab a small stool. Not afraid of the smoke, she sat down relatively close to the stove and waited!

An old woman was cooking at the stove, and a man outside, who should be his son, was clearing the dishes, wiping the table, and washing the dishes. Occasionally he would go in to chop some green onions, add some firewood, or some water. He was very busy and never stopped.

In front of where Jing Chunxi was sitting was a rectangular dining table. The three outer sides of the table were all full of people, and Jing Chunxi occupied one of the nine seats.

On the inner side of the dining table, there should be a mother and daughter sitting. Judging from their ages, they should be the mother-in-law's daughter-in-law and granddaughter. The granddaughter is only about ten years old. Customers have to pay money to her first before they get a numbered card. With the card, they can queue up to get the wonton noodles.

Her daughter-in-law, who was in her early thirties, was wrapping wontons. She held a small stack of more than ten sheets of dough in her left hand, and gently scraped the minced meat in the bowl with a chopstick in her right hand. A piece of meat the size of her little finger stuck to the chopstick, which she quickly put on the dough and rolled it up. She pulled out the chopsticks, pinched and flicked it lightly with two fingers of her left hand, and a wonton was wrapped and fell into the winnowing basket in front of her. She was very fast and could wrap more than ten or twenty wontons in the blink of an eye. Jing Chunxi was stunned by what she saw.

This is much faster than making wontons. It turns out that practice makes perfect in everything. I am really ashamed of myself.

A person in line, probably a regular customer, had probably been waiting for a long time and couldn't help but mutter, "Mrs. Yang, there are still many days until the Chinese New Year! Why are the prices going up? Don't they usually start to go up on the first day of the new year?"

The old woman was very skillful. She raised and lowered the colander to fill two bowls for the people in line, added a few drops of sesame oil, sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions, and scooped a spoonful of pickled cabbage on top. "Your two bowls are ready."

He then counted the wontons he had wrapped at random and continued to tuck them into the boiling broth. Only then did he have time to chat: "Why don't you go to the market and see how much the New Year goods have become in price? Is it easy for us to make a few cents during the New Year? Besides, the price increase only happens about ten days before and after the New Year. How many more coppers are you asking for?"

Although she was complaining like this, there was a big smile on her face. She wished it was New Year's Day every day so that she could pick up silver like this every day.