There are many vegetable vendors in the south of Songling Town. Villagers who live nearby often go to the city before dawn, just to get fresh vegetables and sell them at a good price.
It was already late when Zhuang Keqing and Liu Zhuzhu arrived with their carts. The roadside was almost occupied by vendors, and there were no good seats left.
"Girl, this vegetable market opens early, we are late!" Liu Zhuzi was quite annoyed when he saw that there were no seats on both sides of the street.
"Uncle Liu, don't worry, we just need to find a place to set up the cart, and I'll come and sell it later." Zhuang Keqing didn't care, the goods were delivered today, and he got 150 Wen. He already made some money.
Even if you can't sell it in town, you won't lose much.
Seeing that Miss Zhuang wasn't worried at all, Liu Zhuzhu was not so anxious anymore. That's what he was like, timid and unassertive, but he didn't have any evil intentions.
The two pushed the cart to an inconspicuous corner. When Liu Zhuzhu stopped the cart, Zhuang Keqing took out the remaining tofu, dried tofu and other items and filled the cart with them.
Not to mention how rare and fresh this thing is, just the way it is presented is generous and lively.
Liu Zhuzhu just sat down and took a sip of water, planning to wait for the guests to come. But before he could swallow the water, he saw the little girl started to drink. He was so surprised that he almost choked the water out of his nose.
"The sky is as white as crystal, and young and old alike love the delicacies. Once you taste the delicious food, you will naturally want to buy it back!"
The hawkers here are very straightforward in their hawking. Most of them call out the names of vegetables directly, and some are a little more particular, but they emphasize cheapness and freshness. How can anyone make up a jingle just for selling things?
But Zhuang Keqing was unusual. She didn't speak any limericks when she spoke. However, her voice was clear and had the unique simplicity of a country girl, which was quite interesting.
There were quite a few people coming to South Street to buy vegetables this morning. Amidst the noisy sales, this distinctive voice and interesting little poem immediately attracted people's attention.
"What does this mean?"
"The snow-white sky looks like crystal? What is it? Why can't I guess it?"
"It's the girl over there who's hawking!"
"Let's go and have a look!"
Zhuang Keqing only shouted a few times before he was surrounded by a tight crowd in front of the cart.
"Little girl, what on earth are you selling?" A commoner lady carrying a basket glanced at the bean products on the cart in front of her, pointed to the tender tofu and asked, "Could it be this?"
"Auntie, you are really discerning." Zhuang Keqing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked around at the crowd, and introduced: "This is the tofu."
"Tofu?"
"Of course, take the essence of the bean and make it into this snow jade agar. Madam, would you like a piece?" As she said that, she stretched out a finger and tapped the piece of tender tofu.
I saw the snow-white piece trembling tremblingly, looking very soft and smooth.
But the aunt saw what she said was mysterious, but she was afraid that this thing was expensive, so she said: "How much is a piece? We can't afford it if it's expensive."
"You only need a penny to get such a piece."
After cutting half of the tofu the size of his palm, Zhuang Keqing smiled and said, "How about it? Want a piece, ma'am?"
A penny a penny was indeed not expensive, but it didn't look very expensive. For a moment, the aunt hesitated.
"Give me three dollars!"
If the old woman doesn't buy it, someone else will.
"Only half of the tender tofu is available today. The quantity is limited. First come, first served!" After receiving the three cents, Zhuang Keqing wrapped the tofu and handed it to the visitor, adding a word of praise.
This person has a bit of a herd mentality, and coupled with the heavy hammer of hunger marketing, there is no one who can't take the bait. For a while, everyone handed over their money to buy tofu.
In a short time, all the plates of tofu were sold out.
The old woman was a little annoyed. She was obviously the first to ask, but she didn't rush to do it yet. It was a big loss.
"Mom, the soft tofu is gone. Why don't you consider buying some dried tofu skin? It's also made of tofu."
Zhuang Keqing sold tofu and tried to promote other types of soy products. But as soon as he said the word "dried tofu", someone recognized him.
"Dried beans?"
"So you are the little girl who sold Zhao Xiaolangjun dried tofu a few days ago!" A middle-aged man handed over five cents directly: "Quickly, pack me five pieces of dried tofu. I want to go back and try it.
How delicious is Zhao Xiaolangjun’s bun-wrapped food!”
It seems that this is the witness at the city gate last time.
But no one around him knew what this man meant.
The man got the dried bean curd, and when he saw everyone looking at him and waiting for an answer, he felt quite proud of himself. He made a story about an ordinary business as exciting as a storyteller in a restaurant.
After this incident, the dried tofu and tofu skin were also robbed frantically, and they were quickly out of stock.
How can anyone be so willing if they don't get dried tofu? It's said that this girl only comes here once every ten days. If she can't buy it this time, wouldn't she even have to show off?
Thinking like this, these people bought up all the Qianzhang and vegetarian chickens that no one wanted.
Liu Zhuzhu looked at the empty trolley.
Ever since the banker's girl started shouting, his mouth has not been closed.
Not even half an hour after setting up the stall, all the goods were sold out?
No, it should be said that they were all robbed.
He closed his eyes and shook his head a few times with his hands, then shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, he was still facing the empty cart and the dealer's girl who was packing the rattan basket.
"Uncle Liu, my things are sold out, how about you? I heard from Aunt Li that I asked you to bring some Xiuhuo to sell, so don't forget it."
Zhuang Keqing didn't expect that today would go so smoothly, even packing up things would be much easier.
After Liu Zhuzhu was reminded, he remembered that he still had something to do with his wife.
After getting over his surprise, he took the trolley to a familiar embroidery stall and sold his wife's show work.
Three Suxianxiu purses earned 30 coins.
At this point, the two of them had completed their tasks for the day. Afterwards, Zhuang Keqing asked Uncle Liu to go to the butcher's shop, bought two kilograms of meat and five or six large bones, and brought some candy canes before embarking on the return journey.
"Girl Zhuang, why are you so good at shouting? It all sounds like a scholar to me. Now I can't even remember what I want to learn."
After leaving Songling Town and the bustling market, Liu Zhuzhu asked cautiously.
He felt very strange. He had seen this girl since she was a child and had no chance of being able to read. How come the poem just came out without thinking at all?
"Do you think it's strange too? In fact, I just went to the Zhao Mansion and met Young Master Zhao. He learned that we were going to set up a stall in the town, so he kindly gave me some advice." Zhuang Keqing walked beside the cart,
Explaining to Liu Zhuzhu, "I just remembered it for a long time."
"So that's it. No wonder it took you so long to go in." Liu Zhuzhu was an honest man, so he naturally didn't think about it anymore after he cleared up his doubts.
On the other hand, Zhuang Keqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now she almost lost her temper.
I silently bowed to Mr. Zhao, the tool man, in my heart, and decided to give more gifts next time to express my gratitude.