Chapter 44 44. Dafang Hardware Store
This vegetable market by the river has a history of ten or twenty years.
Most of the time, the people and stalls selling vegetables here are relatively fixed.
Occasionally, there may be farmers carrying burdens to sell some fruits grown in the countryside, but this only depends on the season and does not last long.
But Song Tan, the new vegetable seller, is weird, so weird.
First of all, there are not many young girls selling vegetables here.
Secondly, this young girl is beautiful and has an equally beautiful silly younger brother. She is easy to sell out and attracts attention.
In the end, the food was so expensive!
At first, the vegetable vendors sneered:
Don’t think that having multiple silly brothers can attract customers!
This vegetable market is full of middle-aged and elderly ladies who are good at picking and calculating, and they want to spend half of every penny. Beautiful and pitiful, attractive in other places. Here, aunties won’t spend a dime more!
But looking at it, this silly kid's movements were slow and silly at the beginning, and now he is getting more and more agile, and his counting is even smoother——
Good guy!
You are here to train your brother.
Then there are the vegetable prices.
Twenty yuan a pound of wild vegetables?
The vendor sneered, thinking you were just selling something fresh!
But later, as the weather got warmer and vegetable prices became lower and lower, she still sold them for twenty yuan a pound? !
The vegetable seller sneered: Are you just asking for help?
Later, even the milkvetch from the fertile field was sold, still costing twenty yuan a pound, and so many people were snatching it up...
The vegetable vendors were all numb.
How should I put it? Is it possible that he has been selling vegetables for ten or twenty years and has not grasped the trend of this vegetable market at all?
I have been holding back this for a long time, and finally asked the question today.
Unexpectedly, the aunt who was asked was also full of melancholy: "Who says it's not? This dish is so expensive, and my heart breaks when I spend money every day."
Then why do you still buy so much? many? !
The vegetable seller stared at the handfuls of fresh and clear milkvetch in the other's basket, looking puzzled.
Unexpectedly, the aunt’s attitude suddenly became high-spirited again:
“You don’t understand, eating more vegetables is good for your health. Our family eats a few more kilograms of this vegetable every day, and we can go to the toilet smoothly and have good health. It’s good, and I slept well at night... The acne on my daughter’s face has gone away a lot! It’s worth the money.”
“Not to mention this dish, it’s delicious and refreshing. There’s nothing bad about the hotpot! It’s so satisfying that I’m scratching my head.”
Onlookers:…
Just... what kind of food are you buying here? Is it melatonin, Jingxin oral liquid, or intestinal moisturizing drug melatonin?
Otherwise we have to add a poppy?
This is too exaggerated.
Unexpectedly, when the aunt saw that they didn't believe it, she became stubborn: "You guys, don't believe it either! How can we not know whether this food is good to eat after decades of shopping for vegetables?"
< br>"If you look at this girl selling vegetables, how often does she not rely on robbery, and everyone is not a fool? If you really don't believe it, you will spend twenty yuan to be deceived once, and you will know how good it is!"
The aunt stormed away with a basket of vegetables. She saw the tomatoes being sold by two vendors again, so she stepped forward and asked:
"How do you sell these?"
Vegetables The dealer hesitated for a moment: "Eight yuan."
The aunt immediately raised her eyebrows: "Okay! I have been buying vegetables here for decades, and you still dare to trick me. I bought these tomatoes yesterday. It’s obviously four yuan!”
After saying that, he stood up and turned around to leave.
A street vendor not far away came over cautiously: "Brother, why did you increase the price?"
The vendor was about to burst into tears: "Isn't it true that she has to pay a hundred yuan to buy other people's wild vegetables every day... …”
I thought he was a tyrannical master with no shortage of money, so he liked this expensive one!
Considering their own grievances, they turned around and found that the beautiful girl and her silly brother were already preparing to close the stall.
The vegetable vendor next door took a quick step:
"Well, are there any vegetables? Give me a pound too!"
Song Tan was stunned, and then directed his younger brother: "Qiaoqiao, go to the car and get a bundle." He said with a smile: " Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you at the vegetable stall next to you these days - all the vegetables are sold out today, but I'm going to give some to my relatives, so I'll take out a pound."
The vegetable seller's face looked better now. He waved his hands and smiled: "The market doesn't belong to me, and what we sell is different. So what's the impact? You have to charge for this dish. If you don't charge, I don’t want the money..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiao Qiao puffed up his chest and displayed all the QR codes on his sweatshirt.
Vegetable seller: ...
He looked at the smiling little girl again, had to scan the QR code to pay, and turned away in frustration while holding the vegetables.
Song Tan took out five yuan in a familiar manner: "Good boy, go buy your Peppa Pig stickers!"
......
Qiao Qiao's cheek There were stickers on his clothes, and he happily followed Song Tan carrying a basket, watching something new all the way:
"Sister, their building is so high!"
"What is this selling?"
"There are flowers!"
"Where is the uncle?"
Song Tan looked at his carefree expression with a soft expression: "It's coming soon. Did you see that shop with a blue sign in front of you? Can Qiao Qiao read it? Can you read it?"
Qiaoqiao looked along her hand and began to count her fingers with difficulty: "Big, big...um, five, gold...um..."
He turned his head and looked at it with clear eyes. Song Tan: "I've finished reading."
Song Tan sighed - in this state, Qiao Qiao can understand, count, recognize money, and occasionally tell the time. He is obedient, sensible, and easy to coax, and he never cries randomly.
But to put it in a systematic way, he is really like a kindergarten child. He cannot recognize all the words, travel is a problem, and there is no way for him to go to school alone in the city...
Looking back, I have to think of other ways.
But the thought turned around in her mind, and a smile appeared on her face: "Qiaoqiao is so awesome! That's Dafang Hardware Store! Our uncle's name is Song Dafang, remember?"
< br>Uncle Song took his wife to work on a construction site in the city twenty years ago. Later, he met some people and saved some money. So I bought a store in the construction market, and relied on this store to save a lot of wealth for my family.
This will last twenty years.
Although the market has not been very good in the past two years, his children have grown up and are not under so much pressure, so his life is more comfortable than in previous years.
Song Tan thought about the past and vaguely remembered that her eldest aunt loved gold. When she returned to her hometown a few years ago, she would find gold jewelry everywhere exposed on her body.
Because of this, everyone in the village spread that the uncle had become rich, until one day the eldest aunt took everyone to a jewelry shop.
“Bring me a few fifty-cent coins, give me some wages, and you can make a bracelet! It’s like gold, bright yellow, and strong!”
Song Tan has grown up. Only then did she realize that destroying the RMB is illegal...
But at this moment, these past events flashed through her memory like a revolving door, which reminded her of her previous feelings.
Qiaoqiao nodded obediently: "Remember, uncle called the hardware store!"
Song Tan: Poof!
“Just call me uncle, don’t scream nonsense.”
Everyone is shouting for more (secretly happy)... This is the one added (biubiubiu!)
Gone, really gone. Just this once.
There will be no more updates tomorrow.
No more updates will be added in the future.
(End of this chapter)