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The villagers carrying food are very enthusiastic.
They all gathered in front of the writers.
"Guest, what do you think of my old hen? I just caught it from home. Don't worry. I raised it myself. I'm absolutely not sick!"
"Guest, you can see that my bacon is not bad. I've been keeping it and I'm not willing to eat it."
"Look at my ham. It's delicious. Have some!"
"..."
many writers look at each other and feel uncomfortable by the enthusiastic villagers.
I also remember how many hearts I said at the beginning, for fear of being cheated. A writer asked weakly, "how much are these
The villagers were stunned at first, and then someone said, "it's all our own things. We don't know the price. Let's see."
What do you want to see? What's going on?
In this way, writers are more worried about being cheated. What if you want to overcharge after eating?
"We have to have a price for our own things. We're not sure. It's easy to cause misunderstandings and troubles when there are too many or too few things at that time. Let's estimate a price."
The villagers thought that this was really the case, so they made offers one after another.
"This old hen of mine weighs 4 jin, so you can count it as 20 jin."
"I have 3 jin of grass carp, 6 yuan a Jin."
"Bacon 20."
"Ham 30."
The villagers have quoted prices one after another, and all the writers have put down their worries. The villagers are still very simple. They don't ask too much. On the contrary, they are very cheap.
Can you buy 20 yuan a catty of pure domestic chicken outside? Do you want to buy bacon for 22 yuan? Ham is only 30 yuan? It's all cost price.
One writer thinks that the villagers are selling a little cheaper. "Villagers, your price..."
the villagers are stunned, thinking that the writers think it's expensive.
"Guest, if it's too expensive, we can make it cheaper. You can count me as 18..."
"no, it's not." The writer waved his hand again and again. "We don't think it's expensive. We think it's too cheap. You can't lose money even if you sell it like this."
The villagers then understood, "Hey, what's cheap or not? These are our own things. Chickens and ducks are raised by our own family since childhood, bacon and ham are slaughtered by our own family, pigs are pickled, and fish are cooked by our own pond. There's nothing to lose."
The simple villagers are honest.
"That's fine, that's all. We all want it."
Villagers a joy, happy should way, "good, good, we'll get the kitchen to you."
A group of people went to the kitchen with their own things. Luminous and others sat and waited.
Before long, a delicious dish began to serve.
It's all very simple farm food. There's no variety of spices, but it's better because the ingredients are natural and delicious, which makes everyone enjoy it.
Several villagers have been waiting in the ancestral hall to watch the excitement and chat. The writers invited them to eat together several times. The villagers are particular about it, saying that it is prepared for the guests, and they can't take advantage of it. But they can't endure the repeated invitation of the writers and the temptation of delicious food, and finally they ate together.
Old stubborn head is also in, he and a few fellow townsmen accompany some good wine writer to drink a few small wine.
The wine is also made by the villagers themselves. It tastes mellow and good.
He didn't drink the night light. He was basically sober.
The dinner table is a good place to open up a topic. Although the villagers are not well educated, they are also very good at talking after having two drinks on the table. It's very hot after a meal.
Some writers can't help but wonder why there are no dead people in Murakami. They are all wearing white silk and plain silk. There are candles on the altar and paper money on the ground.
Old stubborn drank a little wine, the conversation also opened, originally is not what confidential can't say things, put things out.
"Today is the death day of girl Ding." The old stubborn looked sad and said, "since the guests have asked, I'll tell you something. Miss Ding's name is Dingxiang. It turns out that a teacher from our village has been teaching the children in our village. That girl is clever, sensible and educated. Everyone in the village likes her. This lilac girl is a hard-working child. I don't know where she came from. If I ask her, I don't know clearly. I know she's from the north. She's in her twenties. She's been in our village for seven years. All her good youth is spent on these children in our village. Good people. "
The old stubborn head said, tears came into his eyes, and some of the fellow drinkers also looked gloomy. "We are sorry to others. There is no school in our backwater. She can't bear to leave the children alone. It takes so many years. It's a pity that God doesn't take care of this good man. Last year, this girl suddenly got a serious illness. We've pooled money to send her to the hospital. We can't find out. She's terminal cancer, so she's gone. "Old people tend to be sentimental when they are old. The old man said, choking with tears, "what a good child, what a good person, it's gone, it's gone. After the child left, we didn't know where she came from or where she was. We couldn't send a message to his family, so we buried him in the back mountain. Everyone remembered her. Today is her death day, So the big guys hang white silk on the doors and windows of the room. I hope he can see it in the sky and know that we still care about her. "
Listening to the old stubborn, all the writers sobbed and told the story of lilac. They were also affected by his emotions, and each of them looked sad.
Night light felt that a girl in her twenties went to this small mountain village to be a teacher for seven years, and finally died in this strange mountain village. There are such selfless people in this world.
Dedicated youth, dedicated life.
Old stubborn words are still very simple, also can not describe many things, but a few words, let night light heart immediately to this girl called clove rise sincere admiration.
"Today is her death day. In the afternoon, all the people in our village will go to the mountain to see her, weed her grave and add a pinch of new soil."
Noctiluca put down his chopsticks. He was not full yet, but he was not interested in eating. "Uncle, can you take me with you this afternoon?"
Old stubborn head a Zheng, "you go?"
Luminous nodded, "yes, I also want to go, clove teacher is a good teacher, worthy of admiration, her experience I am also very sorry, I didn't see him, but I also want to see her, give her incense."
Some writers should say, "I'll go, I'll go too."
"We all want to go."
Many writers have responded, they also want to see the selfless dedication of the teacher, to her grave worship.
Old stubborn did not hesitate, immediately nodded, "good, good, you are willing to see that girl naturally good, I believe lilac girl in heaven, see you so many great writers to worship her will be very happy."
A man of noble character is always admired.
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The villagers carrying food are very enthusiastic.
They all gathered in front of the writers.
"Guest, what do you think of my old hen? I just caught it from home. Don't worry. I raised it myself. I'm absolutely not sick!"
"Guest, you can see that my bacon is not bad. I've been keeping it and I'm not willing to eat it."
"Look at my ham. It's delicious. Have some!"
"..."
many writers look at each other and feel uncomfortable by the enthusiastic villagers.
I also remember how many hearts I said at the beginning, for fear of being cheated. A writer asked weakly, "how much are these
The villagers were stunned at first, and then someone said, "it's all our own things. We don't know the price. Let's see."
What do you want to see? What's going on?
In this way, writers are more worried about being cheated. What if you want to overcharge after eating?
"We have to have a price for our own things. We're not sure. It's easy to cause misunderstandings and troubles when there are too many or too few things at that time. Let's estimate a price."
The villagers thought that this was really the case, so they made offers one after another.
"This old hen of mine weighs 4 jin, so you can count it as 20 jin."
"I have 3 jin of grass carp, 6 yuan a Jin."
"Bacon 20."
"Ham 30."
The villagers have quoted prices one after another, and all the writers have put down their worries. The villagers are still very simple. They don't ask too much. On the contrary, they are very cheap.
Can you buy 20 yuan a catty of pure domestic chicken outside? Do you want to buy bacon for 22 yuan? Ham is only 30 yuan? It's all cost price.
One writer thinks that the villagers are selling a little cheaper. "Villagers, your price..."
the villagers are stunned, thinking that the writers think it's expensive.
"Guest, if it's too expensive, we can make it cheaper. You can count me as 18..."
"no, it's not." The writer waved his hand again and again. "We don't think it's expensive. We think it's too cheap. You can't lose money even if you sell it like this."
The villagers then understood, "Hey, what's cheap or not? These are our own things. Chickens and ducks are raised by our own family since childhood, bacon and ham are slaughtered by our own family, pigs are pickled, and fish are cooked by our own pond. There's nothing to lose."
The simple villagers are honest.
"That's fine, that's all. We all want it."
Villagers a joy, happy should way, "good, good, we'll get the kitchen to you."
A group of people went to the kitchen with their own things. Luminous and others sat and waited.
Before long, a delicious dish began to serve.
It's all very simple farm food. There's no variety of spices, but it's better because the ingredients are natural and delicious, which makes everyone enjoy it.
Several villagers have been waiting in the ancestral hall to watch the excitement and chat. The writers invited them to eat together several times. The villagers are particular about it, saying that it is prepared for the guests, and they can't take advantage of it. But they can't endure the repeated invitation of the writers and the temptation of delicious food, and finally they ate together.
Old stubborn head is also in, he and a few fellow townsmen accompany some good wine writer to drink a few small wine.
The wine is also made by the villagers themselves. It tastes mellow and good.
He didn't drink the night light. He was basically sober.
The dinner table is a good place to open up a topic. Although the villagers are not well educated, they are also very good at talking after having two drinks on the table. It's very hot after a meal.
Some writers can't help but wonder why there are no dead people in Murakami. They are all wearing white silk and plain silk. There are candles on the altar and paper money on the ground.
Old stubborn drank a little wine, the conversation also opened, originally is not what confidential can't say things, put things out.
"Today is the death day of girl Ding." The old stubborn looked sad and said, "since the guests have asked, I'll tell you something. Miss Ding's name is Dingxiang. It turns out that a teacher from our village has been teaching the children in our village. That girl is clever, sensible and educated. Everyone in the village likes her. This lilac girl is a hard-working child. I don't know where she came from. If I ask her, I don't know clearly. I know she's from the north. She's in her twenties. She's been in our village for seven years. All her good youth is spent on these children in our village. Good people. "
The old stubborn head said, tears came into his eyes, and some of the fellow drinkers also looked gloomy. "We are sorry to others. There is no school in our backwater. She can't bear to leave the children alone. It takes so many years. It's a pity that God doesn't take care of this good man. Last year, this girl suddenly got a serious illness. We've pooled money to send her to the hospital. We can't find out. She's terminal cancer, so she's gone. "Old people tend to be sentimental when they are old. The old man said, choking with tears, "what a good child, what a good person, it's gone, it's gone. After the child left, we didn't know where she came from or where she was. We couldn't send a message to his family, so we buried him in the back mountain. Everyone remembered her. Today is her death day, So the big guys hang white silk on the doors and windows of the room. I hope he can see it in the sky and know that we still care about her. "
Listening to the old stubborn, all the writers sobbed and told the story of lilac. They were also affected by his emotions, and each of them looked sad.
Night light felt that a girl in her twenties went to this small mountain village to be a teacher for seven years, and finally died in this strange mountain village. There are such selfless people in this world.
Dedicated youth, dedicated life.
Old stubborn words are still very simple, also can not describe many things, but a few words, let night light heart immediately to this girl called clove rise sincere admiration.
"Today is her death day. In the afternoon, all the people in our village will go to the mountain to see her, weed her grave and add a pinch of new soil."
Noctiluca put down his chopsticks. He was not full yet, but he was not interested in eating. "Uncle, can you take me with you this afternoon?"
Old stubborn head a Zheng, "you go?"
Luminous nodded, "yes, I also want to go, clove teacher is a good teacher, worthy of admiration, her experience I am also very sorry, I didn't see him, but I also want to see her, give her incense."
Some writers should say, "I'll go, I'll go too."
"We all want to go."
Many writers have responded, they also want to see the selfless dedication of the teacher, to her grave worship.
Old stubborn did not hesitate, immediately nodded, "good, good, you are willing to see that girl naturally good, I believe lilac girl in heaven, see you so many great writers to worship her will be very happy."
A man of noble character is always admired.
www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
The villagers carrying food are very enthusiastic. They all gathered in front of the writers. "Guest, what do you think of my old hen? I just caught it from home. Don't worry. I raised it myself. I'm absolutely not sick!" "Guest, you can see that my bacon is not bad. I've been keeping it and I'm not willing to eat it." "Look at my ham. It's delicious. Have some!" "..." many writers look at each other and feel uncomfortable by the enthusiastic villagers. I also remember how many hearts I said at the beginning, for fear of being cheated. A writer asked weakly, "how much are these The villagers were stunned at first, and then someone said, "it's all our own things. We don't know the price. Let's see." What do you want to see? What's going on? In this way, writers are more worried about being cheated. What if you want to overcharge after eating? "We have to have a price for our own things. We're not sure. It's easy to cause misunderstandings and troubles when there are too many or too few things at that time. Let's estimate a price." The villagers thought that this was really the case, so they made offers one after another. "This old hen of mine weighs 4 jin, so you can count it as 20 jin." "I have 3 jin of grass carp, 6 yuan a Jin." "Bacon 20." "Ham 30." The villagers have quoted prices one after another, and all the writers have put down their worries. The villagers are still very simple. They don't ask too much. On the contrary, they are very cheap. Can you buy 20 yuan a catty of pure domestic chicken outside? Do you want to buy bacon for 22 yuan? Ham is only 30 yuan? It's all cost price. One writer thinks that the villagers are selling a little cheaper. "Villagers, your price..." the villagers are stunned, thinking that the writers think it's expensive. "Guest, if it's too expensive, we can make it cheaper. You can count me as 18..." "no, it's not." The writer waved his hand again and again. "We don't think it's expensive. We think it's too cheap. You can't lose money even if you sell it like this." The villagers then understood, "Hey, what's cheap or not? These are our own things. Chickens and ducks are raised by our own family since childhood, bacon and ham are slaughtered by our own family, pigs are pickled, and fish are cooked by our own pond. There's nothing to lose." The simple villagers are honest. "That's fine, that's all. We all want it." Villagers a joy, happy should way, "good, good, we'll get the kitchen to you." A group of people went to the kitchen with their own things. Luminous and others sat and waited. Before long, a delicious dish began to serve. It's all very simple farm food. There's no variety of spices, but it's better because the ingredients are natural and delicious, which makes everyone enjoy it. Several villagers have been waiting in the ancestral hall to watch the excitement and chat. The writers invited them to eat together several times. The villagers are particular about it, saying that it is prepared for the guests, and they can't take advantage of it. But they can't endure the repeated invitation of the writers and the temptation of delicious food, and finally they ate together. Old stubborn head is also in, he and a few fellow townsmen accompany some good wine writer to drink a few small wine. The wine is also made by the villagers themselves. It tastes mellow and good. He didn't drink the night light. He was basically sober. The dinner table is a good place to open up a topic. Although the villagers are not well educated, they are also very good at talking after having two drinks on the table. It's very hot after a meal. Some writers can't help but wonder why there are no dead people in Murakami. They are all wearing white silk and plain silk. There are candles on the altar and paper money on the ground. Old stubborn drank a little wine, the conversation also opened, originally is not what confidential can't say things, put things out. "Today is the death day of girl Ding." The old stubborn looked sad and said, "since the guests have asked, I'll tell you something. Miss Ding's name is Dingxiang. It turns out that a teacher from our village has been teaching the children in our village. That girl is clever, sensible and educated. Everyone in the village likes her. This lilac girl is a hard-working child. I don't know where she came from. If I ask her, I don't know clearly. I know she's from the north. She's in her twenties. She's been in our village for seven years. All her good youth is spent on these children in our village. Good people. " The old stubborn head said, tears came into his eyes, and some of the fellow drinkers also looked gloomy. "We are sorry to others. There is no school in our backwater. She can't bear to leave the children alone. It takes so many years. It's a pity that God doesn't take care of this good man. Last year, this girl suddenly got a serious illness. We've pooled money to send her to the hospital. We can't find out. She's terminal cancer, so she's gone. "Old people tend to be sentimental when they are old. The old man said, choking with tears, "what a good child, what a good person, it's gone, it's gone. After the child left, we didn't know where she came from or where she was. We couldn't send a message to his family, so we buried him in the back mountain. Everyone remembered her. Today is her death day, So the big guys hang white silk on the doors and windows of the room. I hope he can see it in the sky and know that we still care about her. " Listening to the old stubborn, all the writers sobbed and told the story of lilac. They were also affected by his emotions, and each of them looked sad. Night light felt that a girl in her twenties went to this small mountain village to be a teacher for seven years, and finally died in this strange mountain village. There are such selfless people in this world. Dedicated youth, dedicated life. Old stubborn words are still very simple, also can not describe many things, but a few words, let night light heart immediately to this girl called clove rise sincere admiration. "Today is her death day. In the afternoon, all the people in our village will go to the mountain to see her, weed her grave and add a pinch of new soil." Noctiluca put down his chopsticks. He was not full yet, but he was not interested in eating. "Uncle, can you take me with you this afternoon?" Old stubborn head a Zheng, "you go?" Luminous nodded, "yes, I also want to go, clove teacher is a good teacher, worthy of admiration, her experience I am also very sorry, I didn't see him, but I also want to see her, give her incense." Some writers should say, "I'll go, I'll go too." "We all want to go." Many writers have responded, they also want to see the selfless dedication of the teacher, to her grave worship. Old stubborn did not hesitate, immediately nodded, "good, good, you are willing to see that girl naturally good, I believe lilac girl in heaven, see you so many great writers to worship her will be very happy." A man of noble character is always admired. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
