Chapter 647 Execution, Lively, Flowers

Since the beginning of June, the sun has been getting hotter day by day, especially in the second half of the month. The whole city of Jinling was shrouded in a layer of heat. The noisy chirping of cicadas intensified the heat. Everyone was sweating and felt that Jinling was obviously hotter this year than last year. Fortunately, two days before the summer solstice, God had mercy on us and sent down a thunderstorm, which relieved the temperature a little.

After the summer solstice, the day gradually became hotter. Today, June 25th, the sun is shining brightly without a single cloud in sight. The temperature is even higher than before the thunderstorm.

Although it was hot and unbearable today, the people in the city did not hide in their houses. Instead, they went out in groups early in the morning, from little children to old men with gray beards, men, women, young and old. People of all kinds and from all walks of life were mixed together, but today they were all heading to the same destination.

They were going to the largest vegetable market in the south of the city.

An important event is going to happen there today, and for most people, it is a kind of "excitement" that they will rarely see in their lifetime.

Like most people who like to watch the fun, Ermao is one of them. Living in the north of the city, he has been planning to rush over today since he learned the news a few days ago, and after arriving, he will also choose a good seat.

However, it was quite far from his home in the north of the city to Caishikou in the south of the city. If he wanted to find a good spot, he had to get up early and walk fast. For this reason, he didn't even sleep much last night, just to get up early today.

After a night, Ermao did get up early, but still did not leave early. It was because his father had drunk alcohol last night and slept very soundly. Ermao called his father for a long time before he woke him up. It was not too late at this time. If he left immediately, he would still have time.

But before he could leave, his mother came to stop him, saying that how could a child watch such a horrible thing, and pulled Ermao's arm to prevent him from going out. Ermao argued with his mother for a long time before he finally convinced her. Then he hurriedly followed his father out of the house.

But this was undoubtedly too late, and it was almost impossible to find a good seat in Caishikou, which really troubled Ermao.

And this is not the only thing that is troubling me.

Another troublesome thing was that his younger sister couldn't come. Although his mother agreed to let him go, she would not allow his younger sister to come with him, saying that she was afraid of scaring her.

Ermao tried his best to persuade his mother but failed, so he had to leave his sister, who was blinking and looking as if she wanted to leave, and went out.

Now, Ermao, who was walking quickly with his father, glanced at the people around him and couldn't help but sigh.

There were too many people and the weather was so hot that everyone was sweating profusely. The smell of sweat almost made him faint. Ermao's legs were already weak after walking all the way. The aftereffects of not sleeping last night were now very strong and his excitement had long been exhausted by the heat and fatigue.

Ermao, feeling tired and exhausted, suddenly felt a little regretful. He thought that today's excitement was nothing interesting. If he had not come, he would be taking his sister to fish for shrimps, which would have been a wonderful thing.

After the summer began, a lot of shrimps appeared in the grass pond not far from home. The big ones were even longer than my palm and quite plump. It only took an afternoon to catch a whole basket of shrimps. I would bring them home in the evening and have my mother cook them. I was extremely happy listening to my father bragging while eating.

But I won’t be able to catch these shrimps if I go out today, because even if I go back after watching it, I’m afraid I won’t get home until near dusk.

"Oh." Ermao sighed again, feeling really regretful at this moment.

"What's wrong? Are you tired?" At this time, the father suddenly turned his head and looked at Ermao.

"Yeah, my feet are sore." Ermao replied listlessly.

"Who asked you to come?" Father raised his eyebrows.

"Dad, please carry me. I can't walk anymore." Ermao looked at his father for help.

"You little brat, didn't you say you were a man before you went out? Now you can't even walk before your day begins. Are you such a man?" The father rolled his eyes and not only ignored Ermao's pleas, but also mocked him with a smile.

Ermao lowered his head helplessly and said no more. Sweat dripped down his chin and he was so hot that he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

"elder brother!"

Ermao was walking with his head down like a dull donkey, when he suddenly heard a clear call like a yellow oriole coming from behind him, so he immediately turned his head to look.

The little girl, wearing a faded flowered jacket but clean and fitting, and with two pigtails, was waving at him with one hand raised high.

The little girl had a round face and rosy cheeks. There was a half-wilted gardenia stuck in each of her two pigtails. She ran back and forth like a jumping little sparrow.

"Wen'er!"

It was his younger sister Wen'er who came. Ermao called out anxiously. He was surprised and happy, and the tired look on his face disappeared completely.

Ermao didn't expect his sister to come over, but after seeing the person his sister was holding hands with, he understood everything.

That’s Uncle Zhao Zhennan. My sister must have come to him and begged him to bring me here.

"Hahaha, wait for us!" Zhao Zhennan shouted with a smile, and quickly caught up with Wen'er.

As soon as he came over, he started chatting happily with his father while walking. Ermao ignored them and reached out his hand and held his sister's hand.

Compared to before the New Year, my sister's hands no longer have frostbite, and are no longer dark and thin. Her hands are now plump, soft and very comfortable to touch.

"I finally caught up with you guys." The scorching heat made Wen'er's cheeks red and sweat hung on the tip of her nose, but at this moment her face was full of smiles.

Ermao was also very happy, and his feet didn't seem to be sore anymore, and he was in high spirits. He scratched Wen'er's damp palm and asked in a low voice: "Did you come here without telling your mother?"

"No, mom knows. After all, Uncle Zhao is here...hehe." Wen'er replied with a smile.

"Are you tired after walking all this way?"

"That's not bad. I've walked a lot before, so I'm not tired. Are you tired, brother?"

"Me? Do I look tired? " Ermao straightened his chest and walked a little faster.

We walked like this for quite a while.

"Wen'er, look at these houses, so magnificent! This road is much wider than ours. I think ten carriages can go side by side." After his sister came, Ermao became more talkative. He held his sister's hand with one hand and pointed at the street houses with the other, gesticulating happily.

"Yes." Wen'er agreed, but looked up at the sun rising higher and higher.

"Brother, do you think we can make it in time? It's almost noon."

"It's still in time. Dad said it's almost there, but I don't think I can get in."

"Oh."

"Do you want to go inside and take a look?" Ermao asked.

Wen'er quickly shook her head, "No, that's too scary, I don't dare."

"I wouldn't even dare to see it from outside." As she said this, she patted her chest.

Seeing her timid appearance, Ermao teased her, "Then why did you come all the way here to see the excitement?"

Before Wen'er could speak, her father spoke up: "Wow! So many people!"

“It’s hard to see clearly.”

Ermao looked forward and saw only densely packed silhouettes; he could see nothing else.

"How long will it take, Dad?" Ermao asked.