Old Song's house was bustling with activity in Yuncheng City, but Song Dafang was suffocating at home.
Today in Laba, my granddaughter Song Ziyi’s kindergarten had an activity and she had to be sent to her early in the morning. As a result, the child had to eat breakfast at home when she went out and insisted on eating the scallion rolls sold by others!
Good guy, that Huajuaner looks like an orphan and a widower, but who knows that he is actually a profiteer!
Prices increase in winter, and they are selling for five yuan each, and there are limited editions!
Of course, Song Dafang ran over and didn't buy anything at all. He angrily said nasty things to others. Who would have expected that the young woman selling the flower rolls was not angry at all, but instead smiled:
"Uncle, if you really want to eat flower rolls, you can make them yourself. I bought these onions from Lao Zhao's Fine Vegetables in the vegetable market. I can buy three taels for 20 yuan!"
Okay, okay, twenty yuan or three taels! See if I don’t report it!
Song Dafang was exhausted from being tortured by his granddaughter. He had to hold on for a breath before finally touching the corner of the vegetable market, which was Lao Zhao's exquisite dish.
Unexpectedly, there was only one old lady cleaning up inside, and she was very polite:
"Shopping for groceries? The boss is going to attend the pig-killing feast today, and I am the janitor... Are you a member? If you are a member, your name will be written on the bag, so you can just take it yourself."
These radish and cabbage are in very short supply. We sell them to members first. We placed an online order and my uncle and nephew packed it up last night.
And the old lady doesn't know anything. Today she is just responsible for keeping an eye on people so that they don't take the wrong ones.
Song Dafang took a closer look and saw that inside the small shop, the shelves were densely packed with bags, which were piled high.
There was a basket of radish and cabbage scattered nearby, but the total weight was less than 100 kilograms!
Is this business doing so well?!
Song Dafang was even more unhappy inside.
"Fuck, you got a share of the food you bought! Don't you think you can't buy it if you're not a member?"
The old lady raised her eyelids to glance at him and said in a flat voice:
"The radish is 12.8 yuan per catty, the radish leaves are 3.5 yuan, and the cabbage is 11.8 yuan per catty."
Membership is 80 cents cheaper.
Even though Song Dafang doesn't usually buy vegetables, he knows the prices of vegetables to some extent. In this season, can radishes sell for 5 cents per catty in the vegetable market? You charge 12 yuan for 8 yuan?!
Thinking again about the shabby scallion rolls that Ziyi wanted to eat, which cost 5 yuan each, and the scallions that cost 20 yuan, all the depression he felt all morning was released:
"Cao Nima, you old woman, you are asking for money! Why don't you go and grab it?!"
At this moment, the old ladies stood up and raised their eyebrows:
"Little turtle bastard, aren't I going to snatch your aunt right now? Buy it if you like it or not!"
While spitting at him: "We didn't ask you to buy it! You come to our door and you still curse... If you don't want to give up money, don't eat good food!"
As he spoke, he walked towards him.
Song Dafang's fists were clenched. The next moment, his body suddenly tilted slightly, and he saw three people rushing in from outside the store: "Grandma Li, here is the screenshot of the order. You register first, and I will get it myself!"
"Mine is here! Oh, I saw Xiao Xue's!"
"Me, me, me! Li Peng, don't forget to take our manager's share. I've saved the screenshots on my phone."
The three people were running around on the shelves like melons in a melon field, and the small shop was filled with people.
Song Dafang looked at the fearless old lady in front of him, and his anger suddenly poured out——
It's nothing, mainly because I'm old and can't afford to pay.
He swallowed his anger, turned around and left. However, as soon as he left the house, he was called by his son again: "Dad, have you asked? When will the scallion rolls be sold tomorrow? Ziyi has been crying all morning..."
Song Dafang clenched his fists, his face was green and red at the moment, and he turned back as if his feet were filled with lead:
"I want to buy onions."
onion?
The old lady looked up at him: "No, you go to another store to buy it."
Song Dafang's expression turned ferocious: "Fuck, it's not like I can't afford the money. I want to buy three taels of green onions for twenty yuan!"
"Hey, hey, hey!"
The young man in the store looked over and said, "You are so old, why are you so careless in your speech? Who are you talking to?"
"Let me tell you, don't bully Grandma Li while we, Lao Zhao, are attending the pig-killing feast. We are the only people in this group!"
Lao Zhao Ke said in the group: He is not only participating in the pig killing feast today, he also has to talk about the business of selling fish-this is the Chinese New Year, who doesn't want to buy two delicious fish?
Dare to ruin their good deeds, these Yuncheng foodies are not just bragging!
"that is!"
The girls in the store also spoke up bravely.
"Why don't you know what's going on at your age? What season do you eat? You eat wild vegetables and spring bamboo shoots in the spring, watermelon and cabbage in the summer... Where can I buy onions for you in this winter? We don't even buy them.
"
In fact, there are still some in the fields, but the green onions grow slowly, and there is boss Chang who does everything, so...
In addition, the reason why the young mother who sells flower rolls increases her prices in winter is because she uses all the stock from summer!
The scallion oil is fried in advance, and the chopped green onions are chopped and frozen in advance...otherwise, where can I get it?
The old lady also snorted: "The wild vegetables and watermelons in our store are 20 per catty, and I can't bear to buy them."
At this moment, it seemed as if a ray of light penetrated his brain. Song Dafang suddenly associated all the details——
Song Tan and Qiao Qiao brought handfuls of wild vegetables in the spring, watermelons in the summer, and Qiao Qiao said the price was 20 a pound.
And his wife came to the vegetable market to buy bamboo shoots, and was charged the same price, which was a shame...
The most eye-catching thing is that my incompetent brother suddenly built a large villa.
Unknown karma and embarrassment shot up from the soles of his feet, burning his face purple and swollen.
He stood there with a ferocious look on his face, which made the two young guys in the store clenched their fists and became wary.
The next moment, he suddenly turned around and rushed out of the store.
The fire burned so hard that his heart was about to explode. Song Dafang had just taken out his cell phone and was about to question him. However, the cell phone he had been using for a long time got stuck at this moment, which made him even more angry. He made a random call and actually reached Song Hongmei's friend.
lock up.
[My younger brother’s family is going to kill five pigs today, and I’m going to take advantage of it today too!]
Pig killing feast...pig killing feast!!
Okay, okay! Song Dafang gestured with his fingers and mocked Song Hongmei and Song Sancheng! But when he turned around, he saw Song Tan's reply!
At this moment, the outburst of anger, jealousy and resentment had exploded in his brain, causing him to dial the phone directly without ceremony.
Those sky-high-priced vegetables, the brothers who are getting rich and building villas, and the fields and forests in my hometown... Why?
Even Song Sancheng, who is so useless, would be a fool to give birth to a son, what’s the point of it?!
How can he make this money?!
That mountain and that land should not have been so divided in the first place!
Full of questions, a series of banknotes were flying in front of my eyes.
However, the next moment, there was a beep and the call was hung up without answering.
