Is there really anyone buying it
Aunt Mao Li was dumbfounded.
And... and she came to the market today with a mission!
Yesterday at noon, I only fried one plate of the five bunches of sweet vetch at first, but I couldn’t resist eating it, so I fried the remaining four bunches.
Few people ate the stewed meat at noon, but they ate the vegetables until their bellies were full. But the lunch was comfortable, but not the evening!
When granddaughter Song Ziyi came back from art class in the afternoon, she saw that there was no food sent by brother Qiaoqiao on the table and she burst into tears.
Even though my aunt keeps repeating "I must have a root" and "I must have a grandson" every day, she dare not tell this to her daughter-in-law.
Besides, my granddaughter is the treasure of the whole family. How can I bear it if she cries now
The whole family tried every means to coax her and promised that she would have the meal the next day, and only then did they calm down.
The daughter-in-law then said, "Mom, why don't you go to the market tomorrow? They are our relatives, and it's rare that Ziyi likes them. It's okay to take care of their business."
Then he turned around and asked Uncle Song:
"Dad, how much did Tan Tan say this dish cost per pound today?"
Uncle Song did remember the twenty that Qiao Qiao mentioned, but in his eyes, how could something grown from the ground be worth that much
So he answered without hesitation: "How much? I think it's two dollars?"
Mao Li said, "Tsk, these young people have too many ideas. We used to feed pigs with this stuff, but now we can make money from it."
But I felt relieved in my heart: "I can't make much money from this busy work all day, forget it, I'll buy another five kilograms tomorrow."
The whole family was calculating with their abacus, but when it came to Song Tan, the starting price was twenty yuan per pound, which made the aunt lose her guard.
They are all relatives, and Song Tan has no intention of falling out with them over this matter - he has to take care of Comrade Song's face, right
So I put on the standard smiley face again:
"Aunt, why don't you go somewhere else and have a look? I'm about to close the stall here."
But I haven’t bought any yet—Mao Li stood there, thinking of her granddaughter’s wailing and the ridiculously expensive vegetable prices, and felt even more upset.
After thinking about it, she turned her head and said:
"Forget it, we are your relatives. It's not easy for you kids to run a business. Twenty is twenty. Give me a pound."
While looking into the basket, he said, "Tan Tan, you can't give me less weight, or I will have to ask your parents how they raised you."
Song Tan thought that she had been selling vegetables for a few months, and this was the first time she saw her relatives ruining her business!
Besides, she just said it was sold out.
Qiao Qiao had already picked up all the baskets and shouted, "Sold out!"
“Why are they sold out?”
The aunt pointed to the basket and said, "Aren't there still a few handfuls? I'm sending 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 he spoke in a cheerful tone:
"No, no, those should be given to my aunt!"
Mao Li felt heartbroken at that time.
"Twenty yuan a pound, why are you giving so much?"
What she said made Song Tan wonder how she had managed to survive all these years
She looked over with a half-smile: "Aunt, I sent this much to your family. It's impossible for my father's brothers to give five kilograms and my mother's sisters to give four kilograms, right?"
Even though Mao Li had a lot to say, her words were stuck in her throat.
But the taste of yesterday's dish...
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 food Qiaoqiao sent. You know, children don't know how to behave. Otherwise, you can give me some today."
"Isn't your aunt also a relative? Just give her the money tomorrow."
Song Tan laughed out loud, not giving any face at all: "So I'll give you four today? Another one tomorrow? Is this ginseng or wild vegetables?"
"Aunt, since Ziyi likes it, I'll give you this favor. Either you buy all the remaining food, or don't worry about how much I give to Aunt."
Can Mao Li be willing to spend a hundred yuan to buy these worthless wild vegetables
That is absolutely not possible.
Besides, she was confronted by the junior in person, and everyone in the market was watching. Where would she put her face
The eldest 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?"
After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.
Song Tan's face also looked gloomy - it was a pity that all the customers had left by now.
Otherwise, if she said that in front of everyone, she would probably slap him in the face on the spot.
So he raised his voice and said, "Aunt, if you really hate it, just spit out what you ate yesterday."
The aunt paused, then walked faster with the clacking of her little boots.
As soon as she left, the vegetable vendor next door came over with a smile on his face, and said shyly: "Well, bring more tomorrow morning. I want five kilograms."
As he spoke, he quickly stuffed a hundred yuan into the bag like a thief.
Song Tan knew what was going on: "How is it? Is this dish delicious?"
The vegetable vendor nodded unwillingly: "Is the soil and water in your hometown so good? Why don't you consider growing some other vegetables?"
Song Tan's mind moved: "Yes, it's not the season yet, and I'm too lazy to bother with the greenhouse. I'll think about it next month. You sell vegetables here every day, which vegetables are selling better?"
The vegetable vendor looked at her and sighed, "You can grow Chinese milk vetch to taste like this, so why worry about the variety? Just sell whatever you grow. You won't have to worry about people buying it anyway."
Song Tan never expected that among all these clients, the one who had the most confidence in her was actually this colleague!
She was also very touched: "Okay, just for what you said, when the new dishes are on the market, I will give you the opportunity to jump the queue!"
The vegetable vendor rolled his eyes and said, "I set up my stall next to yours every day, do I need to cut in line?"
He didn't take it seriously. He had already bought the vegetables and was too embarrassed to admit it, so he might as well sell another one:
"By the way, if you sell vegetables here every day, why not find someone to see if you can rent a fixed stall? See? In that marked area, inside the shed, they are all fixed stalls. They are yours whether you come or not, and they are not afraid of wind, sun, rain or shine."
"Your vegetables are more expensive, and your profit is higher than ours. You won't lose out if you have a stall. If there weren't so few stalls here and you had to find someone to use your connections, I would have done it a long time ago."
Song Tan had some ideas about the stalls inside, but since the vegetable sales were not on a large scale now, he thought of postponing it.
Now, after listening to the advice, he joked:
"Ah, after all this time, you've been selling vegetables for seven or eight years, but you're still setting up an illegal stall?"