The uncle was so angry that he wanted to turn over the table:
"Are you just short of these ten dollars?"
Mao Li also had a headache: "It's bad, why isn't it bad? The older ones don't make any money, and they have facial masks and manicures at home every day. The younger ones have to pay me to enroll in hobby classes and go to kindergarten. What should I do if I don't save some money in life?"
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There was something in her words, she was referring to Sang and Huai, and she was referring to her daughter-in-law who neither worked nor paid.
However, the strongest has its own strength. Sun Yanyan stared at the TV seriously, as if she had not heard these words at all.
Mao Li punched the cotton with her fist. She took a breath and then pointed the finger at Song Tan and Song Hongmei:
"There's also Hongmei. She's an aunt as well. Why don't she dig it to death all day long? Tantan gave her something and she took everything away, leaving nothing for us. These aunts and nephews are really good at hiding their intentions.
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Speaking of this, Sun Yanyan suddenly remembered: "Mom, didn't my aunt give us a bag of sophora flowers the day before yesterday?"
Mao Li groaned angrily: "That thing can't be kneaded or squeezed. When I came back to move things, it was weighed down by dozens of kilograms of lettuce. Can I still have it? I threw it away the night before."
"Oh," Sun Yanyan regretted, "Why did you just throw it away? The Sophora japonica flowers in this vegetable market are very expensive, only ten yuan a pound."
As soon as she said this, Mao Li stood up bitterly:
"Stop working at home and go to the vegetable market with me."
Sun Yanyan didn't want to move - her mother-in-law always wanted to take money from her, and maybe she would give it to her sister-in-law later. She was stupid and paid for it herself!
"Why are you going..." Very reluctantly.
Mao Li held her breath: "Buying vegetables! What else can I do? I will serve you all day by day - if you still want to eat lettuce at noon, then don't go."
Sun Yanyan slapped her butt and followed.
If she didn't pay, she wouldn't pay, but whoever liked the lettuce would eat it. Anyway, she had enough.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Mom, my aunt seemed to be carrying bamboo shoots when she left. Tantan said she planned to sell them too. Maybe she will be there today. How about we go to the big market by the river?"
The vegetable market was a little far away from home, and since there was a lot of unpleasantness there last time, Mao Li secretly vowed never to go there again.
But at this moment, she felt unhappy, so she snorted coldly, but finally turned around.
But Sun Yanyan was right, and Song Tan came today.
This time she came to sell vegetables alone. A big QR code was posted on the bed of the pickup truck. She was so perfunctory that she didn’t even move the bamboo shoots down again. Instead, she squatted in the bed of the pickup truck and handed over the money with one hand and the other.
goods.
The scene was lively and noisy, and if it weren't for the fact that all the adults were here (after all, when it comes to rushing to buy groceries, young people have almost no fighting ability in the vegetable market), it would have been like a concert held in a pile of bamboo shoots in a pick-up truck.
Although Qiao Qiao didn't come today, Song Tan didn't feel busy at all.
——I have continued to practice for more than a month. Although I am still in the Qi training period, I have finally achieved some success, and I have gradually sensed spiritual consciousness.
Although she doesn't use it much because of the preciousness and scarcity of spiritual energy, she can strengthen her memory and listen to the payment information on her mobile phone and the amounts requested by everyone, which can be considered a breeze.
Not to mention that she wasn't exactly working alone.
No, the vegetable vendor next to me also helped to collect the cash!
After all, not everyone in the older customer group can play smoothly on smartphones.
If they are both colleagues, they should be considered competitors after all, right? The vegetable vendor wouldn't abandon his stall to help.
But the problem is, it also depends on the level!
If it were the vegetable vendor next door to the right, he would at most help keep an eye on the stall when someone went to the toilet, and would never leave his own stall to work.
Can be replaced by Song Tan...
Just say that as soon as her little pickup truck stops, the customers who flock around will never take a second look at these ordinary vegetables.
Then why is he just sitting there? He might as well come and try to make friends.
However, the little girl was not big, so she was quite cheerful. She was busy on the truck bed, and when she heard him coming to ask polite questions, she casually arranged a job to collect cash.
The vegetable seller was really flattered.
Even with her cart full of bamboo shoots, her cash flow is incredible.
So I became more serious.
But after working hard for an hour, when the number of people decreased, he suddenly realized when he looked at the money in his pockets——
What trust?
Isn’t this the job of this girl’s stupid brother?
Turning his head again, Song Tan saw that there were fewer people there, so he turned around and brought him a bag of bamboo shoots weighing three kilograms.
"Take it, I won't charge you any money."
Hey, it’s red rain from the sky, and the iron rooster has also plucked its feathers!
The vegetable seller was not polite. He opened the plastic bag and looked at the three big winter bamboo shoots and a handful of spring bamboo shoots inside. He couldn't help but sigh again:
"The three kilograms of bamboo shoots have two and a half kilograms of shells, and that's all that's left."
The total amount is enough for just one plate, and it needs to be a shallow plate.
He sighed to Song Tan: "I finished the few kilograms of bamboo shoots I bought from your house last time in one meal. You said you don't provide such good food to five-star hotels, and you insist on selling it in front of me every day?
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He could afford it, but he couldn't afford to eat every day. He worked desperately to earn money while sleeping at night, fearing that one day he would not have enough to eat.
What a sin!
Song Tan laughed loudly: "Then it's a little early for you to worry. It's still at the doorstep of your house. You can dig whatever you want. In two months, the vegetables in my field will be ripe. If you don't pay me a hundred dollars a day,
Yuan, I will be impressed by your determination!"
If it costs one hundred yuan and it's all green vegetables, for example, five pounds of cabbage, it can at least provide a full meal for the whole family.
What if it's like this bamboo shoot, even with the shell on it...a hundred yuan? I'm afraid I can only eat it fresh.
He sighed: "Even if I buy cherries for my children, I don't feel so distressed."
He turned around and became interested again: "What kind of vegetables do you grow in your field? Are they of the same quality as these?"
Song Tan thought about the vegetable seedlings on which he had used his spiritual power since soaking the seeds, and then nodded firmly: "It has to be good."
The vegetable seller was trembling: "The price..."
Song Tan hasn't seriously considered whether it's price or not, but these are vegetables that he eats every day. Even if this thing is sold at a sky-high price, what will happen?
It's not like she wants to be the richest man.
So he continued to nod: "Old rule, twenty yuan per pound." I'm used to doing the math, it's convenient.
The vegetable seller was counting the dishes he just mentioned on his fingers:
Chinese cabbage sprouts quickly and will be available on Labor Day, followed by tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, and cowpeas—oh my god, these are sold every month!
So how much will it cost him?
After thinking for a while, the vegetable seller came over again: "Sister, do you sell this vegetable wholesale? What's the wholesale price?"