Seeing that Mo Sheng's parents were going to the market, Bian Rui asked Mo Sheng and asked him if he wanted to go. Who knew that this kid was not interested in the market at all, so Bian Rui had to go with his parents.

When I drove out of the valley entrance, I felt the festive atmosphere when I was about to arrive in the town. It was more than a hundred meters away from the entrance of the town. Both sides of the road were filled with private cars of all sizes with license plates from all over the country.

"Oh, it's so lively!" Mo Sheng's mother looked at the pedestrians outside the window happily and said happily.

Bian Rui said: "You will know what it means to have a lot of people when you enter. That is, the temple fair at Mingzhu 15 can be compared with the last gathering at this time. Of course, Mingzhu has a much larger scale, and the place here is small, and there are not so many people usually."

"I have all come back from working outside quickly?" Mo Sheng's father said.

"Well, there are many people going out to work here, most of them are in Jiangnan, so they almost drive cars when they come back. When it comes to the end of the Spring Festival, they are all cars. Okay, let's not go forward. It will be not easy to think about it when it goes forward. Although it is still a little far from the market here, the things I buy today are not heavy, and you can't take care of a small tow truck."

Bian Rui said as he turned off the fire and extended the car key next to the brake button to Mo Sheng's father.

"Please take it. My pocket is very shallow now, so it's hard to hold this thing." Mo Sheng's father took a photo of his clothes pocket.

Mo Sheng’s father was wearing a jacket today. The top had no pockets and his pants had pockets, but the pants were tighter, almost as if they were stretched on their thighs. If they had a key inside, it would definitely be uncomfortable.

Bian Rui didn't say much and got out of the car with the keys. After waiting for everyone to get out of the car, he locked the car and took them both to the market.

It was only a hundred meters away, and the two of them were very excited. When they met someone who drove a geese, they both had to ask a few questions, which made Bian Rui feel happy.

When they arrived at the entrance of the town, the two of them couldn't walk anymore because there was someone here, and there was a martial arts show on the stage. Bian Rui was not a regular show. I don't know which one was playing, it was just a fighting scene. The performance was wonderful on it and the viewing below was lively.

Seeing that these two were so interested, Bian Rui did not urge them, but followed a group of martial artists standing next to the stands and were fighting and playing with flower guns.

"good!"

Mo Sheng's father roared, causing Bian Rui to look at him and thought to himself: Do you really understand?

Just when Bian Rui suspected Mo Sheng's father's ability to appreciate national treasures, a girl in her twenties walked into the crowd with a plate in her hand.

This is for reward!

Many people were watching the show, but as soon as the people who were seeking rewards came out, they immediately walked away one-third of them. The girl holding the tray seemed to be accustomed to such a scene. Her smile on her face did not diminish at all, and she kept saying auspicious words.

However, most people still stayed and gave one to one or five yuan. Some people would use this force to tease the little girl, but they would not be able to tease the person who was trying to do it.

Bian Rui felt that it was quite comfortable for the little girl to be rewarded.

Bian Rui said this not because the little girl was asking for rewards, but the little girl's attitude towards the guests. For example, some people would make a fuss and scold you, and sometimes they would turn around and scold you. If you leave, you would be a turtle or something, and you would pay for it with your words. Bian Rui hated this kind of thing. Perhaps it was your way to make a living, and some people were obedient to the show and didn't want to pay for money. But Bian Rui was annoyed to ask for money like this.

"I wish you all the best! Happy family."

Without much effort, the girl came to Bian Rui and the other two.

Bian Rui was pursing his pocket, and Mo Sheng's father took out a red note and put it in the girl's tray for a whole hundred yuan.

"The performance was great!" Mo Sheng's father said.

The girl was stunned for a moment when she saw it, and then said to everyone on the stage: "This gentleman gave me a reward of 100 yuan, and praised everyone for their good acting!"

After saying that, he bent his waist slightly at Mo Sheng's father: "Thank you sir!"

Bian Rui took out his pocket and originally planned to give less, but who knew that the pockets were full of 100, so there was no change, so Bian Rui also gave 100.

Bian Rui thought he was generous, but what Bian Rui didn't expect was that Mo Sheng's mother gave him two hundred yuan directly.

I collected 400 yuan from Bian Rui and the other two. The martial artists on the stage worked harder, but the people around me looked at Bian Rui and the other people were like idiots.

Now one hundred yuan is nothing, and it is not enough to invite someone to have a meal, but it is a big deal to give rewards and sing big shows at rural festivals.

Fortunately, Bian Rui didn't care what others thought of him. As for how he felt when he received many gazes, Bian Rui had long since taken seriously. The gazes he collected on the road on the road were much more than that.

After watching it for about five or six minutes, Bian Rui pulled the two of them away.

"The opera is still quite good. I really didn't expect that the opera has become a street singer now. Alas, it's a waste of good things." Mo Sheng's father looked heartbroken.

Bian Rui has no special attention to opera, and he does not believe that if no one likes this thing, it will be like the Chinese.

"Hey, look, there are sugar sellers over there," Mo Sheng's mother suddenly said.

Bian Rui looked in the direction of her finger. There was indeed a candy seller on the roadside, and it was an old-fashioned wooden pick. It was very old. The candy person was also an old man with a white beard on his chin. The stall and the old man were very clean. Many old men of the age of the old man were uncensored. When normal people approached, they could smell the old man's smell. This is commonly known as the old man's taste.

But the old man took good care of everything inside and out, and his beard was meticulous.

The three of them walked over and found that the old man was pouring a mouse attentively. After the watering, the old man took out something like an air-can, and hit it under the mouse's wheat pole twice. The mouse's belly suddenly became round. After the old man kneaded it a few times, the originally flat mouse suddenly became three-dimensional.

Bian Rui found that these two men looked like two old children, and they were full of eyes when they saw the candy man. If they continued to watch like this, I wonder what time would they see.

So Bian Rui opened his mouth and said, "You guys are walking around slowly, I'll buy the things. If we can't meet them, then two hours later, we will gather in the car."

Anyway, the two are adults, so it is impossible to get abducted. At most, they will encounter one or two thieves and lose some money and other things. So Bian Rui decided to let the two of them wander around and buy the things they want to buy first.

Bian Rui thought to himself that I would leave you two hours is enough.

"Okay, then you're busy with your business, let's take a walk here slowly!" Mo Sheng's father's eyes did not move away from the sugar man stall.

When Bian Rui saw it, he smiled and shook his head and walked forward with the crowd. He soon found the place to buy ingots and candles and started purchasing.

He bought the orders given by his mother. Every time he bought them all, Bian Rui would chew the order. After almost an hour, Bian Rui bought all the things on the order.

After sitting in the car for a while, Mo Sheng's parents came back early. Bian Rui looked at the watch for an hour, so he decided to go and find them. He squatted in the car for an hour. Bian Rui didn't have this patience, especially now that his phone is almost out of power. He can't turn the car on fire, just to charge the phone.

After closing the car door again, Bian Rui followed the crowd to the town again.

After entering the market, Bian Rui found that it was really difficult to find someone. The market site was the main street of the town. It usually looks a bit narrow, but now it is crowded with people. You can't see the people opposite. Although it is a bit difficult to find someone in a haystack to describe the difficulty of finding someone, it is definitely not an easy task.

So Bian Rui also started to stroll slowly, trying to wait a little while to go to the side of the car and meet the two of them.

"Hi, let's take a look, don't miss the newly cooked tofu rolls..."

As soon as Bian Rui looked up, he became interested. Because he knew the boss of this family. When he was in school in the county, he would come to pick up a tofu roll when he was waiting for the bus when he went home or went to school. In the past, this family had a small shop at the entrance of the town primary school. Later, Bian Rui moved out after returning to elementary school in the first year of college, and the shop moved out.

He actually met Bian Rui again at the market, so Bian Rui immediately squeezed out of the crowd and came to the stall.

"Boss, come six tofu rolls! A bowl of spicy soup." Bian Rui sat down and opened his mouth to report the portion he had when he was eating.

The boss naturally couldn't know Bian Rui. Almost ten years have passed, so how could he remember so many customers? However, the boss naturally smiled when the customer came to the door: "Do you want to add vinegar to spicy soup?"

"Add less vinegar and more chili powder" said Bian Rui.

The boss quickly picked up six fried tofu rolls for Bian Rui on a plate, and at the same time served a bowl of spicy soup for Bian Rui.

Bian Rui first picked up a tofu roll and put it in his mouth and took it. It still tasted the same, and then sucked a bite of the spicy soup, but the taste did not change much.

It's not a question of how delicious this thing is. Bian Rui's current skills and ingredients are much better than the ones made by the boss. But for Bian Rui, what he eats is not food, but memories. When he sat on the old table and ate the food at that time, he suddenly felt the memories of his teenage years and followed him in his mind. The past things were like small pictures in Bian Rui's mind.

It took five or six minutes to finish eating, Bian Rui took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Boss, how much does it cost?"

"There are twelve pieces in total, one tofu roll, five pieces of one piece, and three pieces of spicy soup," the boss said to Bian Rui while cleaning up the dishes.
Chapter completed!