Song Qiu was blocked and had to take a quick look. He saw the vendor in front of him with a dagger hanging on his shoulder and a tray in his hand with several things on it.
It's the copper pigs he mentioned. They're not brand new, they're a bit old.
"It's very cheap, little girl, do you want to buy one to play with?" The vendor was very enthusiastic.
Song Qiu was a little confused. She didn't have so much money that she had nowhere to spend it, so why would she buy this copper pig that was neither attractive nor useful?
But it would be inappropriate to refuse with a cold face when people catch up to sell him. Song Qiu was not used to doing such a thing, just like in his previous life, he always picked up a bunch of flyers and came home every time he went out.
"No, uncle, I don't need this. You can ask someone else." Song Qiu refused politely, waving his hands repeatedly to express that he really didn't need it.
The hawker was also very loyal and changed the subject very quickly.
"It doesn't matter if you don't need it or not, so that the little girl knows that in addition to selling these gadgets, I also accept them. As long as they are copper, no matter what they are, new or old, as long as they are brought to me, I will give them the price.
Just take it and never lower the price."
"Little girl, do you have any unnecessary copper objects at home that you want to sell? Just come to me!"
Song Qiu was puzzled when he heard this, why did this man insist on getting involved with her, a little girl who asked about both buying and receiving?
She took a quick look at herself and saw that she was not wearing the new purple and black clothes that her mother had made for her today. They were still the same ones from before. Not to mention the scars, they still didn't fit.
It doesn’t look like anyone can afford such a copper object or have such a copper object at home.
While the hawker was still chattering, Song Qiu accidentally caught a glimpse of the rusty copper pig, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.
At any rate, she was not a real little girl. She showed no signs of it on her face and still waved her hands and said: "No, no! Uncle, please go ask someone else. I have something to do."
As he said that, he walked past the hawker and headed forward.
Unexpectedly, the hawker came over again and said, "Really not? Little girl, I really paid for it in real money, not a lie! If you think about it carefully, you really don't have anything to sell?"
Song Qiu's heart was beating faster, but his face remained calm, "It's really not true. Uncle, look at how I'm dressed, it doesn't look like it. If it's really true, why don't you quickly exchange it for money? Why don't you keep it?"
After hearing this, the vendor knew that it was not good to stop people all the time. Some passers-by also looked over, so he smiled and said, "No, forget it."
Then he continued to shout and went forward.
Without any obstruction, Song Qiu strode forward and walked out for about ten steps before pretending to look back inadvertently.
However, I saw that the vendor selling copper items was no longer visible on the long street.
Song Qiu turned around and headed towards the town office.
But I was wondering if it was a coincidence or intentional?
Thinking of the rusty copper bird that she had buried on the spot, Song Qiu clenched her fingers slightly.
The town office was just ahead. Song Qiu temporarily put aside his superfluous thoughts and looked intently. He saw a house next to the town office. On the door was a large plaque with the words "Bingfang."
It was daytime at this time, and perhaps he wanted to do this business, so the door was not closed, but wide open.
Song Qiu went over and saw that no one was guarding the door, so he walked in by himself.
After passing the atrium, there are people in the hall.
A man who looked like a steward was sitting and drinking tea. When he saw a little girl coming in, he was a little surprised and said, "Little girl, what are you doing? You must have gone to the wrong place, right?" This girl didn't look like a maid from a wealthy family.
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Song Qiu smiled kindly and said, "Dare you ask, uncle, if there are ice cubes for sale here? I heard someone said they came here, and I want to ask about the market."
Upon hearing this, the manager understood that this little girl knew where this place was and came here specifically for this. Looking at her shabby clothes, she thought she was probably the same as those vendors, maybe someone who wanted to make ice drinks.
Business.
Although she is a little girl, Panshizhen Bingfang has always been friendly and friendly, and they will not turn away people in the future. They have to talk about right and wrong, and it is okay now anyway.
"Oh? I wonder, little girl, what are you going to use the ice cubes for? Is it for home use?" The steward sat up straight and made a gesture of invitation, indicating to Song Qiu to sit down and talk.
Song Qiu followed the good advice and sat down at the lower end, "I want to do some business. I wonder how uncle can sell these ice cubes?"
When the manager heard that it was as he thought, he was very kind and said, "If you are doing business, like the vendors selling ice drinks in the town, the selling prices are different. A piece of ice here sells for twenty cents."
, put it in an ice container and it will ensure that it won’t melt into water for most of the day.”
Song Qiu could understand as soon as he heard it. If he wanted more, the price might be cheaper.
But twenty cents a piece is enough if it can be used for most of the day.
If those vendors selling ice drinks can charge this price, they can probably make their money back.
Song Qiu made a calculation in his mind and had a rough outline. He immediately said: "Then, uncle, how do you sell this ice mirror?"
I haven't heard of ice creams being sold elsewhere, but I think they are sold in this ice shop.
"We have many types of ice mirrors here, including bronze ones and wooden ones. The wooden ones are also divided into mahogany, rosewood, cypress, etc. Generally, the wooden ones are lighter. The wooden ones that the vendors buy are naturally
Also, the cypress ones are cheaper, only two hundred and fifty coins each," the steward said.
Two hundred and fifty articles.
While Song Qiu was calculating, the steward already said: "Although it costs two hundred and fifty coins, it's actually a very good deal. You know, this ice mirror is very big and can hold a lot of ice and things. One ice mirror can hold a lot of ice and other things."
It can be used for a long time. As long as it is not damaged intentionally, it will not break down after ten or twenty years of use."
This is indeed the case. Song Qiu nodded and had an idea in his mind. He immediately said: "Thank you uncle for clearing up the confusion. The little girl understands it, but it is not needed today. I will discuss it with my family and then I will come back."
Come and buy it from uncle."
When talking about business, we just need to talk about it, and we don’t just give money and take things away immediately.
The steward nodded, "Okay."
It's just a small business. It doesn't matter whether you do it or not. What's going to come will always come again.
As a little girl, he didn't need to get up to see her off in person. The steward just watched Song Qiu say goodbye and left, and then drank tea leisurely.
After Song Qiu understood what he wanted to know, he left Bingfang. Seeing that the time was almost up, he slowly returned to Ankangfang.
Just walking back to Ankangfang, I suddenly saw an old woman guarding a basket at the entrance of an alley. There was a bamboo basket on the basket and some small things for sale.
Song Qiu thought about rushing to the market in his previous life. His heart moved and he couldn't help but walk over.
There were few people coming and going at this spot. When the old lady saw a little girl coming to take a look, she greeted her enthusiastically, "Little girl, just take a look. There are beautiful headbands and candy."
There weren't many things in the basket, and you could tell at a glance. When Song Qiu saw that there was also rat medicine for sale, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and glanced to the side. Sure enough, he saw something wrapped in oil paper in the corner.
The oil paper opened a little, revealing the white balls inside, like candy.
"Old lady, are these rice dumplings? How do you sell them?"