Wang Laoshi came to the Fugui Villa Market with two bundles of hemp ropes and more than a dozen pairs of straw sandals.

His family lives in a mountain valley fifty miles away.

He was going to sell the hemp rope that he had saved up for a long time at home.

I heard that Fugui Villa has opened a market with fair prices and can be exchanged directly for grain, which is more cost-effective than buying grain in the county.

Wang Laoshi is not a person who is very enthusiastic and good at making decisions.

Just listen to his nickname.

He thought for several days and saw people from the same village carrying wild game to Fugui Villa for food to go home, and then he made up his mind.

The night before, I started rushing.

After a long journey of time, I finally arrived at the villa market the next day.

It is said that the market will last until the evening, and the most lively after the land reclamation and refugees are removed from work.

People also jokingly call the market the evening market.

When Wang Laoshi came, it was still early. He was very glad that he finally did not miss today's evening market.

The eldest daughter followed him, but she refused to listen and insisted on following her to gain insight.

Wang Laoshi couldn't resist his daughter, so he could only let her keep up.

When he arrived at the market, he told his daughter, "Don't look around, don't walk around."

Wang's honest eldest daughter, Wang Yuanniang, is full of curiosity about everything in the villa.

She looked at the people around her carefully.

Everyone speaks the same dialect and chatters...

Some people have excited and expectant faces, some have nervous faces, and some have numbness...

Wang Yuanniang has learned very little and knows less. She judged by instinct that it is not the first time that someone with an excited expression has come.

The person with a nervous expression should be like her, the first time I have been here.

Everything is unknown, so I am nervous.

As for those with numb expressions, maybe they have no hope for today's evening market.

She asked whispered, "Dad, I saw several people selling hemp ropes and straw sandals like us. Can our hemp ropes and straw sandals be sold?"

Wang Laoshi didn’t know if his goods could be sold.

He sat on the stone, rubbed his face, and said uncertainly: "It should be possible to sell it!"

The uncertain tone made Wang Yuanniang feel cold.

If the food cannot be exchanged, the family will be cut off.

She touched her stomach and she had not eaten for three consecutive meals and only drank water.

This makes my stomach feel uncomfortable.

She looked at her own goods nervously, and then at other goods.

She once followed a master in the town and learned to weave for a few days.

The master said she is spiritual.

She doesn't know much about spirituality. She only knows that as long as it is something that needs to be weaved, she always does it faster and better than others.

The hemp ropes today were basically rubbed by her and her mother, and her hands were almost rubbed.

The hemp ropes in her house are tight and delicate.

She cheered herself up and her hemp rope would definitely be sold successfully.

The straw sandals were also made by her.

Her father Wang Laoshi can weave straw sandals, and she has been weaving for many years, but she is not as good as a beginner.

As the best person in the family, she decisively took over the task of weaving straw sandals.

After many days of rushing, we mowed the grass, sifted the grass, and dried the grass...

Finally, I made up more than a dozen pairs of straw sandals to catch up with the market today.

She really wanted to go to several stalls opposite her to see.

The opposite side was weaving baskets with bamboo strips. She wanted to see more and see if she could learn it.

There are also people who are weaving them with hemp ropes. She is very curious and wants to learn.

But her father warned her not to walk around.

She suppressed her inner impulse and was ready to move.

Just as she was about to speak, a group of people came from afar, looking extraordinary.

Han Qizong is different from the past.

She wore a slender cotton robe, a pair of soap boots, a wooden hairpin carved with flowers and plants on her head, and a sachet around her waist, showing her spirits.

His outfit is short of three stagnant coins.

He brought a group of guys to the market and looked around.

The guy placed a seat bench on the side and shouted, "If you buy hemp ropes, everyone with hemp ropes will come here to queue up. If you exchange food and money, you can do it."

boom!

A group of people selling hemp ropes rushed over with their own goods.

Wang Yuanniang was very anxious, "Dad, I bought hemp rope there. It seems that I should be from Fugui Villa. Dad, let's go quickly."

Wang Laoshi looked honest and flirting, "I also want to buy straw sandals..."

"Then, then I'll go line up to sell hemp ropes, and my father is guarding the straw sandals, okay?" Wang Yuanniang took the initiative to take over the matter.

Wang Laoshi looked at the long queue and felt a little guilty. His daughter volunteered, but he couldn't ask for it.

So he said, "Go! Line up well and don't have conflicts with others."

Wang Yuanniang was already impatiently carrying two bundles of hemp ropes and said perfunctorily: "Dad, don't worry, I won't have any conflicts with others. I will come back after selling the hemp rope."

She quickly ran to the back of the line, queuing with excitement.

I was worried that my hemp rope would not be sold, but I didn’t expect that the next moment, the villa would take the initiative to buy hemp rope.

She was very curious about what the villa bought so many hemp ropes for.

"Of course it is used to weave linen pockets. The villa is so big that there are many places that need linen pockets. Hemp ropes are purchased here all year round."

Obviously, some people have the same questions as Wang Yuanniang, but they are bolder than Wang Yuanniang and ask the people around them directly.

Someone asked, some answered enthusiastically.

"What's a burlap pocket?"

"I haven't seen it before? It's right, I haven't seen it before. It's almost the same as a cloth pocket!"

"Look, are there a linen bag on the ox cart?"

Several ox carts drove slowly, and there were bags of food on them.

Bags are woven with hemp rope, commonly known as sackcloth bags.

The linen bags produced by Fugui Villa are all in a unified standard and standard size.

One bag is one hundred kilograms of food.

"The pockets are filled with food!"

"If so much food is mine, it would be great!"

Wang Yuanniang stared at the slowly coming ox cart like everyone else.

The difference is that others think about food, but what she thinks is: Can I weave sacks? Can I collect sacks in Fugui Villa? Do you want to ask later?

The team began to move.

At the front of the team, Han Qizong sat behind the table. He was responsible for counting and paying for the food.

Check the quality of hemp ropes and weigh the work, and the guys are doing it.

The quality of the hemp rope is uneven and has different thicknesses.

If the weaving is too rough and not tight enough, it will naturally be suppressed.

"Five kilograms of rice, three kilograms of wheat. Next..."

Han Qizong took the pen to register and casually glanced at the next person. Hey, it turned out to be a big girl.

Finally it was Wang Yuanniang's turn, she was very nervous and nervous.

The guy is checking the hemp rope she brings.

This is the best quality hemp rope I saw in today's market.
To be continued...