After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

Before dawn, Xu Zhuzhu's family took advantage of the bright moonlight, lit a torch, and walked half-in the dark on their way to town.

Apart from their family, there were no other pedestrians along the way.

The wind rustles through the treetops, and mountain birds sing.

The morning wind was still a bit strong, making Xu Zhuzhu's face itchy. She tucked her head into her cotton-padded coat and pulled her hat down low.

For this small market day, the family got up a full hour earlier than last time.

To make it convenient for the guests to eat, her father also brought their only low-legged table.

Because he had a lot of things to carry, his father went to Li Quanfu's house last night to borrow a carrying pole and baskets to carry them.

On one side are baskets filled with pots and pans, and on the other side are tables, chairs and benches hidden away, creating a perfect balance.

The basket was then given to her mother.

Last time I only made fifty dumplings, and I was just trying it out, so I naturally didn't think it was necessary to bring a table.

But this time it was different.

Her mother seemed very confident, making a total of two hundred dumplings, each as big as Xu Zhuzhu's palm, with thick dough and plenty of filling.

It's different from the small and exquisite one from last time.

This time it didn't look like dumplings at all. Xu Zhuzhu felt it was more like the potstickers she had eaten in her previous life, only they were boiled, and they were bigger and rounder.

Because she was carrying more and heavier things, Zhang He couldn't hold Xu Zhuzhu's hand, so she let Xu An take care of Xu Zhuzhu.

Zhang He carried a basket on his back, with a basket in one hand and a torch in the other, leading the way.

Xu An held Xu Zhuzhu's hand tightly, and the two children walked carefully in the middle, while her father carried the load on a shoulder pole at the back.

"Follow your mother's footsteps, but don't fall, don't step in the grass... watch out for that pit..."

Despite Zhang He's constant nagging, the family of four managed to get to town without any problems.

At this time, it was just beginning to get light, and there weren't many pedestrians in the town.

People came to town to do business one after another, but Xu Zhuzhu noticed that there seemed to be very few people coming to do business from Laoya Village.

Of course, it's also possible that she doesn't know many people in the village yet.

However, based on her experience at the last market and the tips from Grandma Mi, she knew that if someone dressed a little "simple," they were probably from Laoya Village.

Xu Zhuzhu sat on the stool, one hand in her pocket, lost in thought.

Her mother's task for her was to watch over the basket of dumplings on her mother's back and occasionally take something out of the basket for her mother.

His brother was helping his father start the fire, and his mother brought a bucket of water from a distance. After that, she was busy sweeping, cleaning, setting the table, and so on.

There is a special well in the town, right in the center of the town, at the intersection of two streets. There is the only restaurant in the whole town, Tongfulou, in that place.

The stalls in the town are not fixed, so it's first-come, first-served for each market day.

This is also why the whole family gets up so early.

Because they arrived early, Xu Wenjie's family chose a spot closer to the center of the street, but still next to Grandma Mi's stall, just on the other side.

Grandma Mi and her husband live in the town. Although they are old, they are very hardworking and come to set up their stall every day.

Not long after Xu Wenjie had started the fire, Grandma Mi came over, carrying two baskets on her back.

Upon seeing that Xu Wenjie's family had arrived early, they greeted them with smiles from afar, "Mr. Xu, you've come so early today!"

Xu Zhuzhu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Granny Mi carrying two large buckets of water in the distance, which made her already short figure look even shorter.

Xu Zhuzhu sighed inwardly; those two large baskets looked incredibly heavy.

Good morning, Grandma Mi!

Her parents responded warmly.

However, upon seeing Granny Mi's hunched figure carrying water, Xu Zhuzhu clearly noticed that her father's body stiffened, his smile froze, and a trace of loneliness flashed across his face.

Zhang He, who was standing next to her, could tell at a glance that her husband was thinking of his mother.

Without hesitation, Xu Wenjie adjusted his smile and greeted her warmly, "Grandma Mi, let me choose!"

Grandma Mi was too embarrassed to let Xu Wenjie choose, so she thanked him repeatedly and hurriedly refused.

"How could I trouble you? I can manage. Mr. Xu, please go and do your own thing..."

“Everything’s done,” Xu Wenjie said with a smile, pointing to the stall that had been tidied up. “We’re just waiting for the water to boil.”

The tables, chairs, and benches have all been set up. There are no customers now, so their stall really doesn't have much to do.

Zhang He, who was boiling water, chimed in with a laugh, "Grandma Mi, let him choose. My husband has been working up a lot of energy lately."

Grandma Mi looked Xu Wenjie up and down. His figure was not very strong, and he was rather thin. Apart from being tall, he did not seem like a strong person.

Grandma Mi smiled and said, "Look at these skinny arms and legs, where's the strength?"

Xu Zhuzhu laughed inwardly.

However, Zhang He and his wife worked together, and before Grandma Mi could refuse, Xu Wenjie had already taken the carrying pole, helped Grandma Mi put it on the stall, and then asked about Grandpa Mi.

Upon learning that Old Man Mi was carrying an even heavier load of bowls, chopsticks, and tables further back, he immediately said, "I'll go and help him."

After asking for Old Man Mi's location, he quickly disappeared at the street corner.

Xu Wenjie has been to the town many times. He is always meticulous, so he must have already found out the layout of the town when he first came here.

Xu Zhuzhu thought to herself.

Zhang He then took the two children to greet Grandma Mi.

Good morning, Grandma Mi!

The two little radish heads grinned, their clear, sweet voices making them look incredibly cute. Grandma Mi repeatedly said "good" and affectionately patted the two children's heads.

Zhang He presented Grandma Mi with a basket piled high with dumplings that she had prepared long ago.

This basket is smaller and more delicate than what they sell, and the taste is normal.

Zhang He specially made these for Grandma Mi, and remembering the regretful look in Grandpa Mi's eyes when he didn't get to eat any last time, she made a few extra.

"...Just in time, the water here has boiled, and I've already cooked two bowls for you and Uncle Mi. I'll bring them over to you when they're done. These are for you to take home and eat."

Grandma Mi looked at Zhang He and was immediately moved.

I couldn't help but think of my wife and I, who have lived without children for half our lives, and I felt a wave of emotion again.

"Oh, my good child, this is really..."

Looking at Zhang He and the two children, Grandma Mi, who was always laughing, suddenly choked up and didn't know what to say.

He had only offered a few words of advice; if the couple had been more polite like ordinary people, they would have simply thanked him and sent him the gift again.

Why bother running around doing all that picking and choosing?

Grandma Mi turned her head away, secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, kept this kindness in her heart, and then turned back with a smile.

"Then thank you very much!"

As they were talking, Xu Wenjie came hurrying over from a distance, carrying a shoulder pole. Her old man followed behind anxiously, looking somewhat helpless. She smiled and went to greet him.

……

As dawn broke, more and more people arrived at the market.

Although it was a small market, there were still many people, not much fewer than last time. After all, it was just a small town, and people from all around were waiting to make a little money at the market.

As expected, Xu Zhuzhu's stall was doing better business than last time. Before Grandma Mi even opened for business, their stall opened first.

Some people came to eat it out of curiosity, while others had tried it at Grandma Mi's stall before and thought it was delicious, so they couldn't forget it.

Xu Zhuzhu was particularly impressed by the young man with thick eyebrows who was the first to try it and thought it was delicious.

The young man had a dark face, but a burly build, thick eyebrows, broad shoulders, and a short neck; he looked very strong.

Even on a freezing cold day, with trouser legs and sleeves rolled up high, I didn't feel cold at all; in fact, I was sweating profusely.

He looks like a blacksmith.

As Xu Zhuzhu was thinking to herself, Grandma Mi's voice rang out above her head.

"...He's the blacksmith from the East Street blacksmith shop. Although he's big and burly, he's honest."

Xu Zhuzhu: ...

According to Grandma Mi, because she tasted the dumplings last time and thought they were delicious, she has been asking Grandma Mi every day since then if she has made more.

Grandma Mi had no choice but to explain to him that it was made by Xu Zhuzhu's family and was only available on market days, and that he should come back when he went to the market.

Sure enough, he was Xu Zhuzhu's number one customer today.

"This one is bigger, and it tastes better too."

Black Iron commented.

He was quite unpretentious. Finding it troublesome to use bowls, he simply asked Zhang He to wrap five pieces in vegetable leaves for him. He ate them in no time with the vegetable leaves and then bought another serving.

I went to Granny Mi's place and ate a big bowl of rice noodles.