Chapter 29 - Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Buying Firewood_l (1/2)

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Buying Firewood_l

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In the end, Yingbao paid to buy two pairs of colorful silk flower hairpins and three pairs of exquisitely carved wooden combs, which could be used as hair decorations. They were currently quite popular.

She also bought a dried tobacco pipe and a bunch of toys made out of wood.

Items like a colorful pigeon cart, a tangram puzzle, a Kongming lock puzzle, and two small horse heads made out of colored paper, altogether, they cost her one hundred and eighty coins.

Jiang Sanlang marveled at his little daughter’s ability to pick out items and spend money wisely.

Although the little items she bought did not seem significant, they were all exquisite, beautiful, and practical.

He tried to dissuade her a couple of times, but when he saw she wouldn’t listen, he just went along with it.

After all, the money was hers, as long as his little daughter was pleased, she could even buy a person to go back home.

The father and daughter continued their shopping spree while sauntering around.

As Jiang Sanlang bought New Year decorations, Yingbao bought candied hawthorns.

As Jiang Sanlang selected bowls, basins, and chopsticks, Yingbao bought sugar figurines.

In the end, the large basket was filled to the brim, and both hands were also full. Jiang Sanlang could only carry his daughter on his back and head home.

Suddenly, from her high vantage point, Yingbao saw a ragged young boy with a load of firewood in front of him. On the dark firewood, there seemed to be a few dried golden-yellow mushrooms that were particularly eye-catching.

“Dad! Dad! Quickly go over there!”

Yingbao patting her dad’s shoulder, pointed to the side of the road and said,

“Go over there.”

Jiang Sanlang assumed his daughter had spotted some tasty food, so he reminded her, “Baobao, we’ve bought too many snacks; it’s hard to carry all of them.”

“I don’t want snacks. Dad, put me down. I want to look at that.” She pointed her little finger to the roadside.

“Uh…” Jiang Sanlang turned his head to look and was momentarily taken aback.

In that direction, there were no food stalls, no toy stands, nothing but a thirteen or fourteen-year-old ragged boy and a pile of firewood in front of him.

Could it be… was his daughter really going to buy a person?

Shoo! What was he thinking? How could his daughter want to buy a dirty little boy?

But since his daughter struggled to get down, out of the basket, Jiang Sanlang had no other choice but to set the basket beside the road, sit on a stone and rest his feet while waiting for his two nephews.

Luckily this place was on the outskirts of the market, there were few people setting up stalls, and the flow of people was scarce, so he didn’t have to worry about his little daughter getting stepped on.

Yingbao was lifted out of the basket by her father and in a flash spot ran over to the load of firewood, she looked up at the ragged young boy and asked, “Are you selling firewood?”

The boy, seeing a small bobble-hatted child asking a question, assumed she was curious and nodded.

“How much does it cost?” Yingbao asked.

The boy: “Three coins.”

Beaming, Yingbao asked again, “If you deliver it home for me, how much would that cost?”

The boy frowned and asked, “Where’s your home?”

“Dongchen Village,” Yingbao replied.

“Dongchen Village…” The boy thought about it and said, “To deliver to Dongchen Village… five coins.”

“Alright then, you will come with me later.” Yingbao put five coins into the boy’s hand, “This is the money for the firewood. I’ll give it to you first.”

The boy nodded, clenched the copper coin in his hand, pursed his lips, and a dimple appeared on one cheek, he was obviously very happy.

Seeing the brief appearance of a dimple on the boy’s cheek, Yingbao was stunned. She took a closer look at him.

He had delicate features, a thin face, and a cold expression. His only flaw was that he was a little dark, probably because he labored in the fields all year round.

After looking at him for a while, whatever familiar feeling she had vanished. Yingbao turned around and went to check the firewood.

Jiang Sanlang was dumbfounded by his daughter’s actions.

Why on earth did his little girl want to buy a load of firewood?

They didn’t need to buy firewood at home, there was plenty on the back hill. They just had to go there and they could carry back a load themselves.