Baozhu said and ran in quickly and asked Xiaodong: "Are there any wedding candies left?"
"Yes! Young lady, want some? I'll get it right away." Xiaodong took out some paper-wrapped candies left over from yesterday's wedding reception from the room, and there were more than half of the boxes, all of which were Western candies. The young master said that if he couldn't finish them all, he would wait until the shop opened
You can put it on the counter and sell it
After seeing this, Baozhu happily carried the box and walked to the door and handed it to everyone: "Please eat sweets."
When the neighbors saw that the little girl was so polite and generous, they all liked her. Many ordinary people had tasted these Western candies, and everyone grabbed a handful. Their impression of her skyrocketed. Originally, they were very fond of her.
Families have strong objections to settling here. Living with a second-generation ancestor and a silly girl living around them will affect their mood and make people worried!
Originally, they were planning to crowd them out together and drive them out of this street. But now that Baozhu was so polite and generous, they had forgotten about it and happily went home to eat sweets...
Xiaodong was sweeping the floor in the yard. When he looked up and saw Baozhu coming back with an empty box, he suddenly had a bad feeling: "Young mistress, you are not giving the whole box of candies to the neighbors!"
"No"
"That's good." If you take all the candies and sell them, the money you make seems to be enough to buy a stone of rice and still have more. It seems that the young lady is not very stupid!
"I still have three left." After Baozhu finished speaking, he handed one to him: "I'm very smart! One for you, one for me, and one for Kunshan."
Xiaodong was speechless: "..."
I don’t know whether to cry or laugh, whether to be happy or sad!
Fortunately, the young mistress only had three left, and she left one for him. This was good for him. How could such a good master be found? What was sad was that a large box was given away. The young master originally said that if he couldn't finish it, he could take it with him.
When he sells goods, the young master will definitely scold him for not paying attention to the young mistress...
The market on the east side has been a gathering place for laborers in Yuncheng for several years. Not only are some foreign laborers sold from far away, but also some local people who are too poor to eat will also come here to look for work, from young guys to
Old ladies, they have everything. In order to find something to do, some people will find a cheap hotel to stay nearby to find something to do. If there are more people like this, this place will become lively.
When Baozhu arrived, many people were gathering around a little girl to take a look. Baozhu squeezed over and took a look, only to see a beauty with delicate skin and tender flesh crying with tears in her eyes. Her small hands were as delicate as green and tender.
Like Xiao Cong, she didn't know the words, so she asked Xiaodong: "What's written there?"
Xiaodong was also illiterate and shook his head: "I don't know."
A well-meaning person watching the fun nearby told them in a somewhat ostentatious manner: "You don't know this? I know those words, sell your body and bury your father."
"How much?"
"Two hundred yuan" To be fair, for such a little beauty to be sold for seven or eight cows, everyone thinks it's a good deal!
But they are all ordinary people, and their monthly salary is only more than ten yuan. Who can afford it? Two hundred yuan is not much, but it is their salary for two or three years. That kind of salary is enough for food.
Who has the money left to buy someone, unless there is a rich man who can still afford it?
When the crying girl saw Baozhu's gorgeous clothes, she thought that prey was coming and said pitifully to her: "Miss, please do me a favor and buy me! It only costs two hundred yuan."
Bao Zhu looked her over a few times, shook his head, walked over to a middle-aged woman in coarse clothes who was also kneeling on the ground, and squatted down to ask the woman whose expression seemed a little numb: "Why are you kneeling here?"