Chapter 58 Is There Really Anyone Who Buys 58?

Chapter 58 58. Is there really someone buying it?

Is there really someone buying it?

Aunt Mao Li was dumbfounded.

And... and she came to the market today with a mission!

At first, she only fried one plate of the five bunches of astragalus at noon yesterday, but she couldn't help eating it, so she fried all the remaining four bunches.

Not many people ate the stewed meat at noon, but they ate the vegetables until their stomachs were full. But they were comfortable at noon, but not at night!

When granddaughter Song Ziyi came back from art class in the afternoon and saw that there was no dish sent by brother Qiao Qiao on the table, she cried at that time.

Although the aunt kept saying "I must have a root" and "I must have a grandson" every day, she didn't dare to tell her daughter-in-law.

And the granddaughter is also the baby of the whole family. How can they bear it if she cries now?

The family tried every means to coax her and promised to eat it tomorrow, which was considered to be quiet.

The daughter-in-law then said, "Mom, you should go to the vegetable market tomorrow. It's a relative of ours, and it's rare that Ziyi likes it. It's okay to take care of the business."

Turning around, he asked Uncle Song:

"Dad, how much did Tan Tan say per pound for this vegetable today?"

Uncle Song remembered that Qiao Qiao said twenty, but in his eyes, how could something grown in the field be priced that way?

So he answered without hesitation, "A few yuan? It seems to be two yuan?"

Mao Li said, "They are young people who think too much. We used to feed pigs with this thing, but now we can make money."

But he felt relieved in his heart: "I can't make much money from this work all day, forget it, I'll buy five pounds tomorrow."

The family was calculating, but when it came to Song Tan, the opening price was twenty yuan per pound, which made the aunt break her defense.

They were all relatives, and Song Tan didn't plan to break up with them because of this matter - he had to take care of Comrade Song's face, right?

So she put on a standard smile again:

"Aunt, why don't you go somewhere else and have a look? I'm closing my stall."

But I haven't bought anything yet - Mao Li stood there, thinking of her granddaughter's wailing and the extremely expensive vegetable prices, and she felt even more uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, she turned her head and said:

"Forget it, my relatives, it's not easy for you kids to do business, twenty is twenty, give me one pound."

She leaned into the basket and looked: "Tan Tan, you can't give me less weight, otherwise I'll have to ask your parents how they educated me."

Song Tan thought that she had been selling vegetables for a few months, and this was the first time she saw her relatives ruining the show!

Besides, she just said that she had sold out.

Qiao Qiao had already picked up all the baskets and shouted, "Sold out!"

"Why sold out?"

Auntie pointed to the basket and said, "Aren't there still a few? Auntie is giving you money, why don't you take it?"

Qiao Qiao shook his furry head. He was very happy not to sell vegetables to people he didn't like, and spoke with a cheerful tone:

"No, no, those are for Auntie!"

Mao Li felt distressed at that time.

"Twenty yuan a catty, you gave so much?"

Song Tan even doubted how she had survived all these years after saying this.

She looked over with a smile: "Auntie, I gave so much to your family, too. It's impossible for my father's brothers to give five catties and my mother's sisters to give four catties, right?"

Even though Mao Li had a lot to say, it was all stuck in her throat at this moment.

But the taste of that dish yesterday...

She smiled amiably again: "What are you talking about, kid! Am I the kind of unreasonable person?"

"It's mainly Ziyi, she insisted on eating the dishes sent by Qiaoqiao, you know, kids don't know how to behave - otherwise, you can give me a handful today."

"Isn't your aunt also a relative? I'll give her more tomorrow."

Song Tan laughed, really not giving any face: "Then I'll give you four handfuls today? Another handful tomorrow? Is it ginseng or wild vegetables?"

"Aunt, since Ziyi likes to eat it, I'll give you this face. Either you buy all the rest, or don't worry about how much I give to my aunt."

Can Mao Li be willing to spend a hundred yuan to buy these worthless wild vegetables?

That's absolutely impossible.

Besides, she was confronted by the younger generation in person, and the whole vegetable market was watching the fun. Where would she put her face?

The aunt rolled her eyes and her face darkened:

"Tan Tan, your uncle and I have been in the city for so many years, and we have a lot of connections. We are thinking about introducing you to a good partner! Is this how you treat us?"

"Forget it, it's just leftovers for pigs. If it weren't for the sake of our relationship, who would be willing to spend money to buy it?"

She turned around and left angrily.

Song Tan's face was also gloomy-it was a pity that all the customers had left at this time.

If she had said this in front of everyone, she would probably have slapped him on the spot.

So she raised her voice: "Aunt, if you really hate it, just spit out what you ate yesterday."

The aunt paused, and then walked faster with her boots clacking.

As soon as she left, the vegetable vendor next door came over with a smile on his face, and then said shyly: "Well, bring more tomorrow morning, I want five pounds."

As he spoke, he quickly stuffed a hundred yuan in the past, like a thief.

Song Tan's heart was clear: "How about it? Is this dish delicious?"

The vegetable seller nodded reluctantly: "The soil and water in your hometown are so good? Are you not considering growing other vegetables?"

Song Tan's heart moved: "Yes, it's not the season yet, so I'm too lazy to bother with the greenhouse. Let's talk about it next month - you sell vegetables here every day, which vegetables are more popular?"

The vegetable seller glanced at her and sighed: "You can grow milkvetch and it tastes like this. What varieties do you have to worry about? Just sell what you grow. Anyway, you don't have to worry about people buying it."

Song Tan never expected that among this group of clients, the one who had the most confidence in her was actually this colleague!

She was also very touched: "Okay, I'm just saying this to you. When the new dishes are on the market, I'll give you a chance to jump in line!"

The vegetable vendor rolled his eyes: "I set up my stall next to you every day, do I still need to jump in line?"

He didn't take it seriously. He had bought all the food anyway and lost his temper, so he might as well sell it again:

"By the way, if you sell vegetables here every day, you might as well find someone to rent a fixed stall - see? There are fixed stalls in the marked area and inside the shed. It's yours to come or not. , Not afraid of wind, sun or rain.”

"Your food is more expensive and your profit is higher than ours. If you have a stall, you won't suffer a loss. If there weren't too few stalls here and you have to find someone to rely on, I would have done it long ago."

Song Tan had an idea about the stall inside, but now the vegetable sales were not large enough, so he thought about putting it off.

Now after listening to the advice, he joked:

"Oh, it took me a long time. Brother, you have been selling vegetables for seven or eight years, and you are still setting up a stall illegally?"

Come on, come on! First update on the shelves!