Chapter 92 Shrimp Boy

After buying beef, pork, some seasonings and other things, Molan went to buy two big carp. At noon, she was going to cook big fish in an iron pot for the Xue family's brother. The corn flour cake was pasted on it. When the time comes, the cake is dipped in fish soup. It is guaranteed to be delicious.

What? Molan, who was about to leave, saw a large wooden barrel next to him. The bucket was filled with half a bucket of shrimp. It was quite big. Is this a lake shrimp?

Molan looked up at the teenager selling lake shrimp. He was sixteen or seventeen years old, with long eyebrows, black eyes, a tall nose, a big mouth, a little white color, and his eyes were not as mature as his age. Wearing a dark blue cloth coat and trousers, although it is not buried, it is made with a few patches, trouser legs, a pair of cloth shoes that can't be seen in color, and there is some dry mud on it.

"How much does this sell?" Molan asked, the lake shrimp is a good thing. If you buy this fresh one, you can stir-fry it with red pepper. It's fragrant and spicy, and it's great to eat with rice.

"Do you want it all?" The teenager didn't want to pay attention to Molan at first, because she was a child. He was afraid that she would make trouble, but he looked at the two big fish in Molan's hand, and he had some hope in his heart, so he asked the other party if he wanted all of them.

"If it's cheap, you can take it all." Molan smiled at him in a friendly way.

The teenager bowed his head and thought for a long time. He rarely sold the shrimp. Rich people don't eat it, and poor people dislike it. If they have money, it's better to buy fish and meat. What's the point of shrimp?

"You only need three penni and one catty. There can't be less. There should be a five catties in this bucket, which is your fifteen pens. The teenager thought for a long time and finally spoke.

Three articles and one catty? Molan was stunned. Why is this good thing so cheap? Then she understood that the people here probably didn't like it very much and didn't think it was good.

"Yes, but you have to lend me this bucket, or I can't take it back. By the way, do you only have fresh shrimp in your house? Is it dried in the sun? Molan didn't mean to ask the last sentence.

"There are also dried ones, do you want them?" As soon as the teenager heard that the other party wanted it all, he breathed out and listened to the other party asking about it again. He was really glad that he had sunburned all the things he could not sell before, and he had saved a lot.

"Yes, I want to do it. Is it far from your home? Why don't you send me what you did?" As soon as Molan heard that there was something to do, she hurriedly said that she wanted it.

The teenager frowned. His house was a little far away, because the fish buyers basically set up stalls in this place, so he came here to sell the bucket.

"There's a little way, but I can run to get it. Can you wait?" It is rare for a teenager to meet someone to buy it and want to do business in his heart.

"Let's go together. I'm here as an ox cart. Look where it is. It's more convenient. We'll go straight back after buying it." Molan pointed to the ox cart next to him and said to the teenager.

The teenager reflexively wanted to refuse, but he still swallowed his words. Seeing that the little girl was not like a bad person, the ox cart was also full of meat. He was as poor as his own, and he would not want anything. After thinking about it, he nodded gently.

The teenager carried the bucket, followed Molan to the ox cart and put the bucket on it.

"Lanlan, is this the shrimp you bought?" Old Liu looked at the bucket and asked Molan.

"Yes, Grandpa Liu, let's follow him to his house now, buy some dried shrimp, and let him sit in the front and show him the way." After saying that, Molan went straight into the car and sat down.

The teenager was going to walk in front of his head. After listening to Molan's words, he lowered his head and then walked to Lao Liu's head.

"Sit down, let's go." Old Liu pulled the reins and shouted to let the two of them sit firmly, and the ox cart walked up.

Under the guidance of the teenager, they parked their car at a tattered door. Molan looked at it and said to himself: Sure enough, the conditions of the teenager's family are not good, and although it is not the poorest slum in the place, it can't go there.

The teenager pushed open two dilapidated doors, took down the threshold, and let Lao Liu drive the car in. There was a lot of meat in the car, and it was too eye-catching to park outside.

"Who is it?" Molan was looked at the yard when she heard a sound from the house.

"It's me, don't go down the kang. I'll be fine in a moment." The teenager shouted into the house and entered the small room next to him.

Molan looked at it. The yard was not big. There was a green vegetable planted in the yard, two main rooms and a small room. The house was very old, and there was basically nothing else except these.

After a while, the teenager took out a bag, showed the things in the bag to Molan, and said, "This is something I couldn't sell before. Do you like it? If you get it, you can estimate the price. My family doesn't weigh it, so I can't weigh it.

Molan reached out and turned over the shrimps in the cloth bag. They should be all dried by lake shrimp, which were very dry. The color looked good, and the ones below were not moldy.

"Yes, how about I give my brother 30 points for these in this bag?" Molan said the price was not high.

The teenager pondered. He took a look at the main room, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you add more? These are more than ten catties of shrimp dried in the sun.

"Is the aunt uncomfortable?" Molan did not continue to discuss the price, but asked the woman who spoke earlier.

"Don't worry about it!" The teenager's body was angry in an instant, as if Molan had stabbed his hornet's nest.

Molan narrowed her eyes slightly, but she was not angry. The boy in front of her was in a rebellious period. His family was poor and had strong self-esteem, so when others asked, they felt that others sympathized with him or had any idea, and he would be like a fried chicken.

The teenager had a gloomy face. He watched the smile on Molan's face disappear. He knew that he was wrong. He asked him with good intentions, but he treated him like this. The other party was still a girl. Shouldn't she not buy her own shrimp? No way! My mother is still waiting for the money to see Langzhong catch the medicine.

"Well, I didn't mean to, I hope you don't be surprised. Just give the money as you said. The young man's face was a little pale, and he said this as if he wanted all his strength.

"Brother, I can also give you this silver money. Now that you know you are wrong, I don't blame you. If you sell the money, you must ask your aunt to ask Langzhong to take medicine. The medicine is very expensive, and these dozens of dollars can't last much, so I just want to ask the aunt what the disease is and see if there is any prescription that can be cured. Molan didn't blame him. Her purpose was to help the teenager.

"Do you know how to do medicine?" The teenager looked at Molan with some doubts.

"Brother, I don't know medical skills. I'm talking about folk prescriptions. My uncle hasn't been taking medicine for many years, but he has been cured by folk prescriptions. If you don't believe it, ask Grandpa Liu." Molan pointed to Lao Liu's head at him.

"Yes, Lanlan's uncle couldn't get out of bed before. Chen Langzhong has been watching him. He has been taking medicine for years. Later, I heard that a folk prescription was cured. Although I can't do the hard work now, there is no problem walking around. Old Liu is also very excited when he mentions this. Now he also believes in folk prescriptions to treat serious diseases.

"What is the folk prescription? Can you tell me?" After listening to Lao Liu's words, the teenager flashed in his eyes and hurriedly asked Molan.

"Brother, people's diseases are different. The folk prescription for treating my uncle is not necessarily suitable for my aunt. You have to tell me what's wrong with the aunt. Can I know if it's appropriate?" Molan knew that the teenager was in a hurry and went to the hospital.

"Xuan'er, bring someone in. My mother got up." Before the teenager could speak, a weak voice came from the room. Obviously, the people in the room heard their voices.

"Come in with me." The teenager named Xuan led Molan into the house.

It was a little dark in the room, with a dilapidated table, several broken stools, and a large earthen kang with two dilapidated kang quilts, and a woman leaned against the kang quilt.

Molan looked at such a woman. A bun was simply coiled behind her head, and the hair in front of her was a little scattered. It should be because she was lying down. Willow eyebrows, apricot core eyes, the corners of her eyes were full of dense fine lines, a straight nose, a small mouth was not big, but white, very thin .

She was dressed in light blue clothes and trousers, which were also full of patches. The teenager hurried over and held her, helped her get the kang well, so that she could lean comfortably, and asked, "Mom, are you dizzy? If you're dizzy, you'd better lie down."

The woman smiled weakly and said, "It's okay to sit down. Who is this daughter?

"I'm here to buy shrimps. I heard that my aunt is sick, so I came to have a look. Don't blame me." Mo Lan raised a smile and said brittly.

"It's a good daughter. The aunt is not in good health, so it makes you laugh. Come and sit on the kang." The woman gently patted the kang with her hand and motioned Molan to sit down.

Molan was not polite. She climbed up the kang, sat down, and asked, "The aunt is uncomfortable there."

"Hey." The woman sighed softly.

The teenager took her words and said, "After my father was gone, my mother worked hard to take care of me. She worked hard every day and exhausted her body. She refused to look at Lang Zhong and kept procrastinating. It was not until she fainted one day three years ago that she invited Lang Zhong. Lang Zhong said that she worked too hard and Stop the blood, let my mother not work hard in the future, more ** fine, tonic the body.

My mother answered, but she went to work behind my back. She fainted several times in the past three years. Later, she really couldn't do her job. As long as she stood up, she felt dizzy. I have no choice but to let my mother lie down every day. My mother's body wants to ask Lang Zhong to grab the medicine, but you can also see that there is money at home to do this, which is useless for me. As the teenager spoke, his eyes were a little red.

The woman gently patted the back of his hand and said with a loving smile, "Xuan'er, you don't have to blame yourself. Aren't you taking care of your mother for the past few years? I want to make money, dive and cook, and wash my mother. It's for my mother. I'm sorry that you dragged you down and made Xuaner suffer.

"Mom, stop talking." The teenager hurriedly took his mother's words and knelt down to let her go on. ( To be continued.