"Let us adapt in advance, so it will be safer when we go to and from school."

The last sentence touched Mr. Chen. He agreed and rented a motorcycle to go home.

Xi stopped him and instructed: "Master, just go home directly, don't wait for us in the brigade. The road is so spacious and there will be no trouble. I'm riding a bike quickly, and I'll be back in a while. Go back to cook lunch first, and try to see how your newly bought rice cooker is." Finally, I patted the carton tied to the rear of the car, and it was playful and authentic.

Mr. Chen was amused and joked: "Okay, I'll put the rice cooker on when I go back and stir-fry two more plates of meat for you."

"Hahaha... OK!"

It was smooth and smooth from the village to the village. It took me more than 20 minutes to enter the village. I went downhill to the river below and kept going downhill. A few people went downhill, which was very labor-saving.

After crossing the river, they had to go uphill. A few people had to get off the car when they came across the slope, push the cart up, ride on the flat ground for a while, and push them again when they came uphill.

After getting home, I was exhausted and sweating all over.

Mr. Chen and Grandma Chen brought four bowls of honey water to the few people sitting on the big table in the middle of the street, "Hey~ Look at it, you're hot, hurry up and have a drink of water."

Seeing that several people were drinking honey water as they said, she sighed and complained: "Oh, slow down, so hurry up?"

Xi smiled mischievously, "Hehe... I want to come back and eat your fried meat, hahaha..." He winked and clapped.

This made several people laugh. Old Master Chen glared at her and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that they had finished drinking the water, Mr. Chen put his bowls in, "Put on his clothes quickly and sit in this cool place. I'll catch a cold later." His faces turned red, and he took off his coat and sat on the middle of the street.

Chen Yubin touched his hot cheeks and acted coquettishly at Mr. Chen, "Master~ I'll wear it later. It's still too hot now. Look, my face is burning." He stretched his face in front of Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen said sternly, "Put it on quickly, I'll catch a cold later." His tone calmed down a little, "If you still feel hot, don't zip it up, just open it."

Chen Yubin pouted and reluctantly put on his coat.

"Come back and see what rice cooker you bought, is the rice ready? The dishes are all fried, and it's time to start the meal." Grandma Chen shouted at Mr. Chen in the room.

"Oh, I'm here." People are very interested in their new things for a few days. Mr. Chen also cares about the rice cooker he bought. It was the first time he used it, so he was looking forward to what the results were, so he went back to the house with anticipation.

After having a new bicycle, several people couldn't help but ride back and forth on the road every morning and evening to show off. Wherever they go, they had to ride a bicycle as long as they could.

Ximen Village built a temple on the mountain to the right of the village, called Baiya Temple.

Xi doesn’t know when to attend the temple fair every year, but she knows that it is the first day of the first lunar month every year, but that day is the first day of the New Year, and she doesn’t have time to go to the temple. However, she has to go to the eighteenth day of the first lunar month every year, which is very lively.

There are no temples built in Jiangjia Village and Lijia Village next to it. If you want to go to the temple fair, you have to come to Baiya Temple, so it was very lively that day.

Xi remembers that when he was studying in the village in his previous life, he caught up with the Eighteenth Temple Fair twice. The temple fairs were lively and there were candy and other things that were sold, and all the children liked it.

On the day I received the book, Xi and Chen Yubin went to the temple fair, too lazy to get it. Fortunately, the teacher left enough books for the first year. The next year, Xi Shiba, went to the temple fair again. As a result, when I went to school the next day, all the books were enough, and there was only one math exercise book. I don’t know if it was God’s will or intentional.

Who told her to go to the temple fair the day she received the book? Without a practice book, it is impossible not to do exercises, right? There is no way, so she had to borrow Zhao Bo's old math exercise book, copy it into the notebook one by one, and then start doing the questions.

A thin homework book is sandwiched in a stack of exercise books, which is very conspicuous.

She copied such a thick exercise book for a semester and spent a thick stack of homework books, which was simply miserable!

It’s just that the school starts late this year, and you can go to the temple to play peacefully at 18, otherwise you won’t be able to play. The township is more strict than the village management, and it’s impossible for you to do whatever you want.

On this day of the 18th, I left the door early.

Thinking that the temple fairs are very lively every year, the Xi family plans to make some money from the temple fair this year.

Zhao Zishu called his father and ordered a mu of sugarcane from the land last year, which has been stored in a cool place. Today, they were also taken out and planned to take it to the temple fair to sell.

In the morning, when he was still at home, he took a piece of sugar cane and wanted to try whether the sickle was sharp enough and whether it worked.

The sugarcane grown in his family is not the kind of black and purple-skinned one, but a kind of green-skinned sugarcane, one by one, and looks particularly like a bamboo pole.

I roughly scraped the sugarcane skin twice, and took a knife and saw that the sugarcane was cut into pieces with two "kapped" and it was very neat, which won a cheer from the onlookers. The sugarcane was also generously distributed to the children watching by my father.

You should know that the sugarcane collected by his family is reluctant to eat. Those that have not grown or grown badly are distributed to the neighbors when they are harvesting the sugarcane.

The remaining good ones are sold for money, so they have never been willing to eat a bite of sugarcane since the winter.

Now, I distributed all the sugar cane to several children, and I didn’t taste it myself, and the Xi felt warm.

The skin of this sugar cane is very sharp, and if you are not careful, you will pull a hole in your mouth.

Xixin teared the sugarcane skin and took a bite. Although the juice is not as good as purple-black sugarcane, this sugarcane is very sweet and tastes better.

But it takes a little bite. Relatively, Xi still likes to eat purple-black sugarcane.

The stream's eyes turned, and there would definitely be endless sugarcane today. Then I bought some with my cousin and used it as seeds.

There is a large dam in front of Baiya Temple, with two football fields.

Xi and the others came early, and only a few people set up stalls now.

The stall in front of the temple is placed on the outside, and the dam in the middle is to be left behind. The lions and dancing are arranged in the temple, and the dam in the middle is at the end of the dam in the middle.

My cousin's father put down two bundles of sugarcane against the wall, leaving his cousin to look at things, and went around.

Next to their stall, there were about two stalls located next to them. The terrain was very good, so the Xi family decided to set up a stall here.

Putting down the back of the romance, the family, including Zhao Juan, and his brother and sister, were busy.

Prepare materials for preparing materials, find the stove that builds stones, and find firewood for firewood.

Their family is preparing to sell fish balls today, making them ready to sell.

I got up at around 4 o'clock in the morning and started to cut off the fish, make fish paste, and seasoned it. I just took two bites for breakfast.

My bored cousin, seeing that there is no one yet, helped me to put things in.

When the stove is built, the pot is installed, and the water is boiled, people are coming one after another.

Mr. Chen was quick-witted and fat fish balls jumped into the water one after another. When they floated up, they picked them up and controlled the water in the basket.

Seeing this scene, someone surrounded him curiously and asked Mr. Chen what he did? What did he do?

Mr. Chen replied without raising his head, "This is fish ball, made of fish meat."

The man asked, but did not leave, and continued to stare at Mr. Chen's skillful movements with relish.

Coincidentally, there are many people who are interested in Xi’an stalls. Soon, the stalls are surrounded by people. People go wherever they are busy. Those who like to join in the fun are coming continuously, making the stalls scattered.

But after so long, no one asked for the price. Xi was worried about them after seeing it. What are you doing?

Another pot of fish balls was taken out of the pot by Grandma Chen. Mr. Chen was about to put the fish balls into the pot, but his sleeves were pulled. He paused and looked up.

"Grandpa, don't be busy, just cook a few fish balls for them to taste. They haven't tasted them before, and they don't know how to buy them." Xi blinked his eyes and said seriously.

Mr. Chen looked up at the people watching in front of the stall. He looked very interested but didn't buy it. He knew that this was indeed a problem. He nodded and agreed to Xi's proposal.

Scoop up all the water in the pot, add a scoop of well water, wait for it to be cooked, add more than ten fish balls, and after it is cooked, scoop up the soup and juice into the basin.

Xi took a plate from the back, picked up a fish ball, divided it into several portions, inserted a toothpick, handed it to the crowd, and said sweetly: "Uncles, aunts, grandpa, try it, it's free. After tasting it, if you think it's delicious, you can buy some and take it home to eat it. These fish balls, fried and fried, etc. are delicious..."

There were free tastings, and they all reached out to go.

After tasting it, I felt that the taste was very fresh and fragrant. I wanted to try another one, but I was embarrassed, so I asked about the price of the fish balls.

"Three pieces for fifty cents."

This time I made it a little. The price was agreed upon by their family last night. Fish is not expensive, which means it costs artificial and a little seasoning. It’s small profit but quick turnover.

"This (price) is pretty good (explained)... Then come to me..."

After the tasting, the sales began.

It was very popular at the beginning, and they were scrambling to buy fish balls. Mr. Chen was making it now and couldn't meet their needs at all, so he had to let them wait for a while. Then the whole family went on the battle, Grandma Chen took out fish balls, and the rest of them scraped fish balls.

The Zhao Juan and his sister had long been unknown where the wilderness was, and the temple fair gradually became lively, so their cousin returned to her own stall and went to the stall.

After seeing off the group of guests in front of the stall, the family sat on the stone regardless of their image, relaxing their muscles and bones, and then continued to make fish balls.

I made more fish balls today, twice as much as the last time. I basically finished it in one go, and the few of them were exhausted.

When he sat on the stone again, Xi's eyes were already straightening and his whole body was stunned.

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Chapter completed!