Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 98 Going to the Market

The next morning, Song Huan was awakened by the crowing of a rooster.

It wasn't a weak, feeble cry; it was a shout at the top of its lungs, with all its might, as if it wanted to break the sky.

The rooster stood on the woodpile in the yard, its red comb standing upright, its neck stretched out long, crowing loudly towards the east.

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

The first sound came as dawn broke on the horizon.

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

The second sound: The sun peeks out from behind the mountain, revealing half its head.

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

The third sound came as sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, falling onto the bedding and onto his face.

He truly lives up to his title as the Pleiades Star Lord!

It cried out so loudly and clearly that Song Huan wanted to kill it.

Song Huan squinted at the window; it was dawn.

There was noise in the yard: the sound of a bucket hitting the ground, the sound of a carrying pole being placed against the wall, and Grandpa's cough.

He sat up and glanced at the bed.

Xiao Yunqing was still asleep, wrapped tightly in the quilt, with only half of her head showing.

Her hair was spread out on the pillow, her face was half-covered, her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing very lightly.

He stood up quietly, folded the blankets neatly, and went out the door.

Grandpa is washing his tricycle in the yard.

It was an old-fashioned tricycle with a rusty frame and flat, low-inflation tires.

Grandpa took a plastic basin, poured water onto the truck, and used a brush to scrub the mud out of the truck bed.

"Grandpa, let me do it." Song Huan walked over.

"Why are you up so early? Go back to sleep for a while." Grandpa didn't even look up, brushing vigorously in his hand.

"I'm not going to sleep." He squatted down, took a rag from the basin, and started wiping the car frame.

The two of them cleaned for more than ten minutes, and the tricycle was much cleaner.

The mud in the truck bed was washed away, revealing the sheet metal underneath, which was rusty but looked much better.

Grandpa took an old towel out of the house and put it in the back of the truck. "Your grandma's feet aren't good, so this will make it softer for her to sit on. It will also make Yunqing more comfortable to sit on later."

Song Huan looked at the towel but didn't say anything.

He put the rag down and was about to brush his teeth when he heard footsteps behind him.

Xiao Yunqing ran out of the room at this moment. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Her face was still unwashed and her eyes were a little swollen. She looked like she had just woken up.

She stood at the door, looking around, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Song Huan.

"Why didn't you wake me up when you got up?" she ran over, her voice still a little angry.

"You were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you."

"I thought you were gone," she said softly, her voice muffled.

Song Huan was taken aback. "Where can I go?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't answer, but lowered her head and twisted her fingers on the hem of her clothes.

My thoughts drifted over, very light, like a cat stretching after just waking up.

[I woke up and didn't see him. The room was empty. I'm so scared.]

Seeing her like that, Song Huan's heart softened.

"Go brush your teeth, the toothpaste is ready, it's on the table by the door."

Xiao Yunqing looked up at him, paused for a second, and then smiled.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and all her earlier fear vanished.

She turned and ran into the house, her steps light and quick.

Song Huan stood in the courtyard, watching her run into the main room, pick up the newly bought toothbrush from the table, and fill it with water in one smooth motion.

Grandpa took the towel out of the truck bed, patted it a few times, and laid it out again.

He glanced at Xiao Yunqing's back, then at Song Huan, and a simple smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Yunqing finished brushing her teeth and washing her face, then ran out.

Water droplets still clung to her face, and a small patch of her bangs was wet and stuck to her forehead.

She stood in the yard, looking at the tricycle, her eyes lighting up.

"Shall we take this to the market?"

"Okay." Song Huan patted the towel in the truck bed. "You sit in the back."

"I don't want to sit, I want to ride a bike."

She walked to the front of the bike, gripped the handlebars with both hands, and tried pedaling.

The tricycle slid forward half a meter, wobbling precariously, and almost crashed into the chicken coop under the tree next to it.

Grandpa was startled. "Oh dear, slow down, slow down!"

Xiao Yunqing steadied the bike, turned to look at Song Huan, and said smugly, "See? I can ride!"

Looking at her like that, Song Huan's lips twitched. "You can't ride a bike, you idiot. You almost crashed into a chicken coop just now."

"That's because we weren't prepared. We'll definitely be able to do it again next time."

"Alright, alright, you sit in the back, I'll ride."

Xiao Yunqing pouted, but didn't argue.

She went around from the front of the truck to the back, climbed into the truck bed, sat on a towel, held onto the side of the truck with her hands, and stretched her legs out straight.

Song Huan got on the bike, put his feet on the pedals, and tried it out.

The bike is a bit heavy, but it's rideable.

He pedaled, and the wheel turned, making a creaking sound.

"Let's go!" Xiao Yunqing's voice rang out crisply from behind.

Grandpa stood in the yard, watching the tricycle wobble as it drove out of the gate, and shook his head with a smile.

Grandma poked her head out from the main room. "Gone?"

"Let's go." Grandpa walked into the house, picked up a straw hat from the table, and put it on his head. "I just don't know if it will work."

"Don't worry, Huanhuan has been riding a bike since she was little."

"Too."

The tricycle creaked and groaned as it drove along the village road.

Song Huan rode slowly, but steadily.

Inside the truck bed, Xiao Yunqing sat, swinging his legs back and forth, looking around.

People were working in the fields on both sides of the road. Someone looked up at them and smiled.

"Song Huan, aren't you riding too fast?" Xiao Yunqing called from behind.

"You call that fast? Damn, even walking is faster!"

"I feel so fast! The wind is blowing so hard!" She spread her arms like a bird, the wind blowing her hair up and her ponytail swaying behind her.

Song Huan turned around and saw her like that, and smiled.

"Sit still, don't fall."

"No, it won't." She pulled her hand back and held onto the side of the car, but her legs were still wobbling.

The tricycle turned onto the main road, where the road surface widened and leveled out.

Trees lined both sides of the road, standing straight and tall, their leaves rustling in the wind.

The market is in the town, about three miles from the village.

After riding for twenty minutes, I saw a row of low houses in the distance, with colorful stalls set up in front of them, and quite a few people.

Song Huan parked the tricycle at the entrance of the market, finding a spot where it wouldn't block the way.

Xiao Yunqing jumped down from the truck bed, stood at the intersection, and looked at the short street with a bright look in her eyes.

"Wow!"

There are vendors selling vegetables, meat, fruit, clothes, farm tools, and chicks and ducklings.

Note that these are real chicks, ducklings, and puppies.

They have all sorts of things, like loose soil and iron-clad gold.

The stalls were packed tightly together, one after another.

Some people were hawking their wares, some were haggling over prices, and some were squatting on the ground picking out vegetables.

The air was filled with the aromas of fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, and braised pork, all mixed together so delicious that it was hard to leave.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, sniffed once, then sniffed again.

"It smells so good."

Seeing her like that, Song Huan smiled and said, "Come on, I'll show you around."

The two of them squeezed into the crowd.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her steps quick, like a cat that had caught the scent of fish.

The first stall sold fried dough sticks.

The oil in the pan bubbled and sizzled, and the fried dough sticks rolled around in the pan, turning from white to golden yellow.

The proprietress used long chopsticks to stir it, then scooped it out and drained it on the iron rack.

Xiao Yunqing stood in front of the stall, staring at the row of fried dough sticks, and swallowed hard.

"Two, please." Song Huan skillfully took out money from her pocket.

The proprietress put two sticks in a paper bag and handed it over. Song Huan took one and gave it to Xiao Yunqing.

She took it and took a bite.

The outer layer was crispy, and the inside was soft. After chewing a couple of times, my eyes squinted.

"tasty."

Song Huan also took a bite; the fried dough stick melted in her mouth, filling it with fragrance.

The two walked and ate as they came to a hat stall.

Straw hats, cloth hats, and sun hats hung in a row.

Xiao Yunqing stopped, picked up a sun hat, and put it on her head.

The hat was a bit too big, tilted to one side, and covered half of one eye.

"Does it look good?" She tilted her head to look at him.

Song Huan lifted her hat up a little. "It looks good."

She then picked up a pink cloth hat next to her, with a small flower on the brim.

I tried them on, and this time the size is just right.

"What about this one?"

"It looks good too."

Xiao Yunqing looked at herself in the small mirror on the stall, took off her hat, put it back, and picked up the straw hat she had just worn. "Then I'll take this one."

Song Huan paid the money.

She put the straw hat on her head, the brim turned up, revealing her entire face.

Her face was a little red from the sun, her eyes were bright, and she kept looking around for something fun.

"Let's go."

The two continued walking forward.

Passing by a stall selling sugar figurines, Xiao Yunqing stopped and looked at it for a while.

The old man tilted the spoon in his hand, drawing a dragon on the iron plate with syrup, the dragon's head and tail vividly depicted.

"That's amazing," she whispered.

Song Huan glanced at the price: two yuan each.

He took out his money and bought a butterfly-shaped one, then handed it to her.

Xiao Yunqing took it, held it in her hand and looked at it for a long time, reluctant to bite it.

"Eat it, it won't look good if it melts."

She hesitated for a moment before taking a bite. The candy melted in her mouth, sweet and delightful.

She took another bite, and the butterfly's wings were gone.

The two of them strolled around for almost an hour.

Xiao Yunqing now had a bag of tangerines, a packet of peanut candy, and a small bamboo basket in her hands.

The basket was bought by Song Huan, who said it was for her grandmother to store needles and thread.

She carried the basket and walked ahead, her ponytail swaying back and forth.