Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 62 Packaging
The clay pots are about the size of an adult's palm and cost two pennies. Liu Ye'er bought them from other stalls.

After shopping, she went to the well to fetch water and cleaned the clay pot from inside to outside.

There are still drops of water hanging on it at the moment.

"Uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, don't go!"

Fat Miao'er yelled to get people to stop, took a small earthenware pot, scooped a spoonful of boiled frogs, held them up together, and said loudly: "For the convenience of everyone, we specially bought earthenware pots."

"A spoonful of boiled fragrant meat costs six cents for an earthen pot, and two spoonfuls of boiled fragrant meat gives a clay pot for free."

Fat Miao'er looked down, and guessed that this small clay pot could just hold two spoonfuls of boiled frog.

Send clay pots?
As soon as these words came out, the guests who were just about to leave stopped one after another.

The reason why they left was that the place was too small to sit.

Now it is packed in clay pots, and it is the same to take it home to eat, and you can share it with your family, so why not do it.

"Two spoonfuls of ten Wen for a clay pot?" Someone confirmed it aloud.

"Yes!" Fat Miao'er nodded.

"All right, give me two spoonfuls."

"okay!"

"..."

The guests who couldn't occupy the seats began to pack up one after another. Some of them were planning to eat here, but when they saw that they could take it away, they also moved their minds.

One pot for you, one pot for me. Not long after, the fourteen clay pots bought have all been filled with boiled frogs and sold.

These measures have also greatly alleviated the embarrassment of insufficient tables and chairs.

"I'll go buy it again."

This time, without waiting for Fat Miao'er's orders, Liu Ye'er took the initiative to pick up the basket and run away.

"Little girl, your boiled meat tastes good. It's spicy and tender. I spent a few days in Sichuan when I was young, so I like this."

A middle-aged man in his 40s put down his chopsticks, looked at Fat Miao'er and the others and said with a smile.

He has a kind face and a round figure. He wears a gray muslin gown, has a soothing voice, and moves unhurriedly, like a man who has seen the world.

"Buy more if you like it, and you can take it away." Fat Miaoer reminded.

Pack?Takeaway?
Men understand this meaning, and larger restaurants will also pack the prepared meals into food boxes and send them to the guests.

"Exactly." The man nodded.

Packed in clay pots, it is cleaner than using other people's used bowls and chopsticks outside.

"It's just...the clay pot is too small, it's inconvenient to hold it, can you buy some bigger ones."

"can!"

It was so capable, Luo Pan nodded quickly, walked up to the man, and said earnestly: "Uncle, how many spoons do you want?"

The man thought for a while, then pondered: "Ten spoonfuls, there are many people in the family."

Ten spoons!

Compass paused for breath, and a burst of ecstasy welled up in his heart.

A scoop of five Wen, ten scoops is fifty Wen, a full fifty Wen, this is a big deal.

"Uncle, wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go."

Compass turned around and rushed out like the wind, the speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

"Run slowly, don't rush!"

The middle-aged man looked at the back of the compass and shouted, shaking his head and laughing.

"This kid is in a hurry, he's such a mess!"

Hearing this, Fat Miao'er smiled: "The main reason is that I'm afraid that there will be a long delay, and uncle's business will be missed."

Fat Miao'er moved a chair and asked the man to sit beside him.

"I'm not busy these two days, nothing important." The man shook his head.

Sitting bored, chatting with Fat Miao'er.

"The boiled fragrant meat of yours is so tasty, did you use a lot of ingredients?"

"Uncle is right, we put in plenty of oil and salt." Fat Miao'er said deliberately picking up the important ones.

Oil and salt are rare items, and ordinary people are really reluctant to put them in cooking.

"Can I still make money in this way?" The man was more puzzled.

After Li Xiaodao brought the boiled frog to another guest, he took advantage of the situation and said: "The ingredients are too much, and I can't earn much, so I just earn hard money so that I can support my younger brothers and sisters."

"He's a good brother!" The man gave a thumbs up.

He looked up and looked around: "Where are your parents, didn't they come with you?"

"No." Li Xiaodao made a pun.

The man couldn't understand the hidden meaning behind his words, so he pretended that he hadn't come, and said, "Now is the busy season for farming, and there is a lot of work in the fields."

"Yes!" Li Xiaodao smiled.

This place is located in the north and belongs to the Liaodong Prefecture. The temperature is low. The farmers plant one crop a year and follow the law of spring planting and autumn harvest.

Autumn has just entered at this moment, wheat and other crops have been harvested and dried, and people with land are starting to get busy.

As for the corn, it will have to wait a few more days.

While talking, Liu Ye'er and Compass came back, Li Xiaodao took the big clay pot, scooped up ten spoonfuls of boiled frog and handed it to the man.

The man also readily gave fifty Wen, and left with the clay pot in his arms.

Time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye, the number of people in the market gradually decreased, and the villagers from the nearby ten miles and eight townships had almost left.

Fat Miao'er looked down at the bucket, there seemed to be three or four servings left.

"Let's wait a little longer!" Liu Ye'er pursed her lips.

Three or four spoonfuls can also sell for more than ten or twenty yuan.

That's right, it's a little cold.

"Forget it, we won't sell it anymore." Li Xiaodao waved his hand, picked up a spoon, scooped out the remaining boiled frogs, put them in clay pots, finished his work and loaded them into the car, and bought another basket of clay pots , I drove the donkey cart to the pier.

on the pier.

Wei Shu sat under the tree as usual, selling wild vegetable dumplings.

Besides him, there are Chen Dali and Chen Dali's subordinates by his side.

They talked and laughed, and their rough voices could still be heard from far away.

"Xiaodao, you guys are having a good time!"

Seeing the donkey cart approaching, Chen Dali waved.

"Thanks to Brother Chen!"

Li Xiaodao tightened the reins, jumped off the donkey cart lightly, looked at Wei Shu and asked, "Not sold yet?"

"no!"

Wei Shu shook his head, opened the pannier, and there were five left.

"Keep it, let's eat by ourselves."

Li Xiaodao beckoned, told Wei Shu to get into the car, turned around and took two clay pots from Fat Miao'er, which contained the leftover boiled frog.

He raised his foot and walked to Chen Dali's side: "Brother Chen, this is home-cooked food, it's a bit cold, don't be disgusted."

"What delicious food is still in a jar?"

Chen Dali stretched out his hand to take it, and looked at it curiously. When he opened it, a pungent spicy smell came to his nostrils.

"Meat!" Chen Dali was surprised, and sighed: "It seems that you are really rich!"

They were all on the pier, and he knew the situation of Luo Pan and Li Xiaodao very well. It can be said that he watched them grow up.

From begging to eating, to buying donkeys and eating meat, he walked steadily step by step.

"Thank you!"

After expressing his thanks, Chen Dali took chopsticks and started to eat in clay pots.

Li Xiaodao and the others waved their hands, left directly, and returned to the village without stopping.

When they got home, before they could clean up, Compass hurriedly greeted everyone to enter the main room.

"Fat Meow, count the numbers quickly, how much did we earn today?"

(End of this chapter)