Chapter 987

Xia Xiaoran handed Zhou Han a bowl of water, "have a rest, it's hard."

Zhou Han took the water and laughed. He drank it all, but he didn't respond. He put the tarpaulin on the finished shelf, punched it with scissors, and tied it with thick rope. Xia Xiaoran stood in the distance and looked at the shelf. It was finally finished.

Xia Xiaoran looks at a kind of fruit stall. The more he looks at it, the more he likes it. Zhou Han, who works as a fruit stall, also likes it.

A pat chest, Xia Xiaoran heroically said to Zhou Han: "I invite you to dinner."

And then... There's no oil.

Xia Xiaoran looked at the empty oil tank, and then looked at Zhou Han, the corner of his eyes kept twitching, embarrassed to smile, "the oil has just been used up."

Zhou Han shook his head and said, "it doesn't matter. I can eat anything."

"Then eat this." Xia Xiaoran takes out the pickles from a big VAT.

Looking at the simple food in front of him, Xia Xiaoran wants to cover his face and never see anyone again. Compared with the last meal he ate at Zhou Han's house, it's not too much to say that such food is pig food.

Xia Xiaoran here chagrined not, Zhou Han is eating with relish. After half a pot of porridge with pickles, he asked Xia Xiaoran vaguely, "why don't you eat Lingxue?"

"I don't have a good appetite." I poked the dark pickles in the bowl with chopsticks in a lack of interest. I didn't like it. It was so bad and ugly.

Zhou Han looked at Xia Xiaoran with concern. His appetite was bad, but it was a very uncomfortable thing, "does Ling Xue want to eat some Hawthorn?"

"..." put the pickles on the chopsticks into his mouth, Xia Xiaoran said angrily: "no need."

"Really not?"

"Eat yours."

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Xia Xiaoran, who had a good sleep at night, woke up early and looked at a figure outside the window. Rubbing his eyes, Xia Xiaoran said to Zhou Han outside the window, "how long have you been waiting here? Why don't you wake me up?"

Zhou Han raised his hand and scratched his head. "Before long, I don't want to disturb you because you sleep so well."

I don't want to disturb you. I don't want to scold your ancestors. Xia Xiaoran thought in black.

Xia Xiaoran just went out and saw a donkey cart with the fruit stand made by Zhou Han yesterday neatly on it. He took out two big baskets of Hawthorn from the house and put them on it. When Xia Xiaoran came near the donkey cart, he saw the donkey with the bridle in his mouth.

Pointing to the donkey, Xia Xiaoran curiously tries to move things to Zhou Han: "does it have something in its mouth?"

Zhou Han tou did not reply: "well, I used the cloth to strangle its tongue, so that it would not make you sleep."

He looked down at the donkey whose tongue was strangled. Xia Xiaoran felt that the eyes of the donkey were full of tears of grievance.

With the help of Zhou Han, Xia Xiaoran is able to get on the road soon. The sun is very good, the flowers are fragrant and the grass is green. Xia Xiaoran lies on Zhou Han's mat in the car and looks at the clouds in the sky.

After a while, Zhou Han couldn't help but ask Xia Xiaoran: "Ling Xue, what are you doing with so much water? We can't drink that much. "

Xia Xiaoran is so sleepy by the sun that he wants to sleep. When I heard this, I suddenly opened my eyes, picked up the bowl I put on the jar, poured a bowl of water, and sprinkled it on the Hawthorn evenly with my hands. I watched the crystal water flowing down, moistening the Hawthorn that had been dried for a long time.

After that, Xia Xiaoran took a long breath and said to Zhou Han, "this water is not for us, it's for hawthorn."

"Hawthorn and water?" Zhou Han was puzzled.

Xia Xiaoran doesn't want to explain to him. He stretches and lies on the straw mat, but doesn't answer with a smile.

Staggering to move a big basket, Xia Xiaoran's hand is about to dislocate. Zhou Han took the basket in Xia Xiaoran's hand and put it on the ground with a smile

Xia Xiaoran ignored his politeness and piled hawthorn on the fruit stand Zhou Han had just assembled. Looking at the bright red hawthorn, Xia Xiaoran nodded with satisfaction and said aloud to Zhou Han, "let's open it."

The road is crowded with pedestrians. Xia Xiaoran squats on the roadside steps, shaking his head and thinking that he is really naive. Although Xia Xiaoran's fruit stall is different from other vendors, hawthorn is not piled in the basket like other vendors, but scattered on the board, which makes it clear at a glance. Hawthorn by Xia Xiaoran splashed on the water, bright color, water is not good.

So why don't so many people buy it? Xia Xiaoran looked up at the pedestrians on the road and sighed.

Zhou Han had just sold a kilo of hawthorn. He carefully wrapped it in a paper bag, handed it to the other side, and said with a smile, "slow down." Suddenly heard the sigh of Xia Xiaoran, Zhou Han turned his head and asked her: "what happened to Ling Xue?"

With a drooping look at Zhou Han, his tall figure cast a large shadow in the noon sun. Xia Xiaoran sighed again, "why not sell it?"

Zhou Han took a look at the fruit stall, which is one third less, "isn't it selling very well?" This is much more than selling in the market for a day. Zhou Han doesn't understand what Xia Xiaoran has to worry about.

Xia Xiaoran bared his teeth and said, "this is not enough." I don't know when to buy a dresser. Suddenly, Xia Xiaoran springs up from the ground and pats the dust on his body. He looks at Zhou Han suspiciously and shouts out in the middle of the road, "come and have a look, fresh hawthorn is sold cheap, and the Hawthorn that can strengthen the spleen and nourish the stomach is sold cheap!" Xia Xiaoran's clear voice is not big, but it still attracts a lot of people's attention, and slowly gathers in the direction of Xia Xiaoran. Xia Xiaoran stood in the middle of the road and jumped and yelled, which surprised Zhou Han. When did Ling Xue become so lively. More and more people buy hawthorn, and after a while, less than a fifth of them are left on the fruit stand. Zhou Han looked at the money in his purse and said to Xia Xiaoran: "today I really made a lot of money." Xia Xiaoran took a sip of water and moistened Runsheng's sore throat. He reached out to Zhou Han and said, "give me some money." Xia Xiaoran, who took a piece of silver, went to the steamed bun stall and said with a sweet smile, "brother, give me two steamed buns." The steamed stuffed bun seller is a middle-aged man in his thirties. His face is wrinkled and looks older than Xia Xiaoran's father. He smiles kindly at Xia Xiaoran and praises him: "the little girl is very powerful. She dares to speak in front of so many people." Xia Xiaoran took the steamed bun, bowed his head and laughed shyly, saying in his heart that it was because my soul was not a little girl. Raised his head to the middle-aged man sweet smile, Xia Xiaoran cleverly said: "big brother is not easy, as I give you the rest of the hawthorn." The man quickly refused, waved his hand and said, "how can you do that? This is what you do business with." Xia Xiaoran originally wanted to sell the remaining Hawthorn at a low price, otherwise he would have to take it home and bring it to sell the next day. But seeing the uncle who sells steamed stuffed buns, Xia Xiaoran suddenly thinks that the remaining Hawthorn can't be sold for much money, so it's better to give it to the stall next door. At last, the stall next to Xia Xiaoran received a gift from Xia Xiaoran, a pile of hawthorn. Although the gift is small, the simple vendor still thinks Xia Xiaoran is a good girl.