With 40 kilograms of rice, the rice pressing machine was almost dry and smoking. When the gathering dispersed in the evening, a group of people were still standing by the machine!
Not only the old man's Tiantuan, but also several children from Xiaosong Village, whose faces were chapped in the winter and whose cheeks were dark red, stood firm and refused to leave.
Even more determined than them are contemporary netizens.
Throughout the afternoon, Qiaoqiao's job of holding the bags was constantly being taken over by others. He took everyone around the market with his mobile phone, and finally returned here.
By now, the netizens who took the time to buy the rice sticks were already full, while those who didn’t bought them were already numb with greed——
Isn’t it just not for sale? What’s so strange about it? In the past, if I looked at something, it would probably not be for sale!
They are all mature fans and should learn to restrain themselves.
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When the night gradually grew dark and the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared from the horizon, the rumbling machine finally stopped working.
Pack after pack of rice sticks filled the plastic bags, tied tightly and placed on the roadside, while Qiao Qiao was settling with the stall owner——
"I usually ask for a price. If I bring my own rice, I will pay 5 yuan for the labor fee for making a bag. But you see, the bag your family got today is so big. I will lose 5 yuan for sure."
The man in the couple's partnership speaks with sincerity, as if he really doesn't make a dime.
The wife also cooperated: "That's it! Look at your bag, it's three times as full as mine - but you make more, so we don't ask you to pay more. A handmade bag costs 12 yuan."
Pay it."
The couple worked together in a tacit understanding and pointed at the still hot machine: "Look, after working on it all afternoon, the machine is almost broken by me."
Qiao Qiao glanced into the distance and admitted that their bags were indeed quite big, with a total of 45 bags made.
but……
The curious baby blinked curiously and asked curiously:
"If I don't do it today, won't other customers break the machine? Your machine didn't stop when I came here!"
Ah this.
Look, when businessmen talk, why are they always picking out words? The boss groaned:
"Forget it, folks from the countryside, it's only ten yuan, it's really not profitable! How much money did I get for this afternoon's work!"
Qiao Qiao did the math and immediately frowned - it would cost him nine days of living expenses! He had no money!
So he also said: "But our rice is good, very fragrant and very attractive. Many people in the afternoon said that they will see you next time I go to the market..."
He also said unskilledly: "You, you haven't paid the advertising fee yet!"
The boss frowned and realized that the boy in front of him was not easy to coax. I thought he had a simple mind, but his way of bargaining was not simple!
At this moment, he had no choice but to say: "Yes, you see your rice is so good, I didn't waste it at all... I stood alone for one afternoon and each earned 200 yuan, which is all hard-earned money..."
Thinking about the wages of my uncles and aunts at home, two hundred yuan seems really not much——
"wrong!"
Qiao Qiao put her hands on her hips and said warily: "My mother said that your rice pressing rod costs three yuan a bag. When you asked for the price for the first time, you asked for 12! Boss, you are so evil. My bag didn't contain enough.
Four times!"
He groaned angrily: "I'll open the bag right now and count it for you!"
"Besides, your job is to squeeze the rice, so why do you say you're tired to raise the price for me?"
boss:……
Just bargain normally, why are you so serious? Why did you really open the bag——
"Okay, okay!" The boss compromised: "Then what price do you want to say!"
Qiaoqiao felt proud - he really knew how to bargain now!
So at this moment, he raised his head with confidence: "For eight yuan, just bring me a bag."
The boss looked at the row next to the car and looked troubled.
Finally, the couple summed up: "Okay! 360 yuan! You can come to me next time to press the rice pole! Come on, I'll give you another call. If you call me later, I can come and do it at your door."
When collecting the money, he thought about it and said again:
"Well, little brother, the next big gathering is on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. If you have time, try to come over with rice! I'll give you a bargain..."
Not to mention anything else, I don’t know how many people asked for my phone number this afternoon. The boy in front of me was stupid as hell, but the rice he brought was so good!
It smells delicious, just look at the few children outside who refuse to leave!
And of these 360 yuan, I only earned 116 this morning!
Big customer, really big customer!
Qiao Qiao shook her head: "We're not going to the market! Our family is going to kill a pig on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Tomorrow is the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, so our family has to start preparations!"
Fried seeds, fried leaves, popcorn.
Also prepare pots and pans.
Choose a place to kill the pigs...ah, there are pigs too.
Qiao Qiao is so reluctant to let go! But... but the reason why the family raises pigs is for food.
He had no choice but to hold back his sore nose. At this moment, he looked at Song Tan who was sitting in the car scrolling through his mobile phone, and then recovered -
My sister said she wouldn't let them feel the pain, she can definitely do it!
Although it’s a bit sad to eat pig, the pork is really delicious!
But the boss and his wife were suddenly stunned, and then they were surprised: "What? Your family wants to kill a pig? Do you want to sell the pork?!"
These days, the government doesn’t allow pigs to be raised at home. They have to buy pork if they want to eat it in the countryside! It’s hard to buy the kind of delicious food that feeds pigs in rural areas.
If anyone wants to sell it secretly, there will be a lot of people in the city that day.
Now when they heard someone talk about killing pigs, the couple immediately became excited. When Qiao Qiao gave a positive answer, they could call their seventh aunt and eighth aunt when they went back tonight.
Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, if I don't sell it, it won't be enough for me."
He gestured: "If you want to hold a class reunion for me, so many people will come, and the pigs will be eaten up in no time."
ah?
The couple looked at each other and made some calculations in their minds——
A class reunion should have at least thirty or fifty people, right?
How much meat can one pig produce?
Alas! No chance.
…
The bosses packed up the car, and Qiao Qiao finally packed up her things. Each of them carried two light bags and stuffed them into the car compartment, all looking satisfied.
In the afternoon, not only were they satisfied with their food, but the old men also returned home with a full load. Although they were still stopped, they also bought a lot of random things, and took a lot of videos and photos.
Hey! I will make those old guys in the imperial capital envious... Hahahahaha!
There's nothing you can do about it. How can those of them who are strong and strong be able to withstand long distances?
Now that the sky is getting dark, unknown birds are beginning to sound in the dark mountain forest.
It was only when everyone was sitting in the car that they finally felt tired.
Before setting off, Qiaoqiao went back and opened a pack, counted a few children watching on the roadside, and then gave one to each of them.
"I remember giving it to you in the afternoon. Isn't it that my rice sticks are so delicious?!"
He smiled so brightly that the dark-colored children next to him also laughed.
As Lao Zhu and others looked through the car window, they couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.