After dressing as a peasant girl, she owns a whole forest

Chapter 18 Sales
Myolie brought Liu Chengyi to Linzikou.

Liu Chengyi was a little speechless, he kept watching on the way, and when he saw the maze, Myolie seemed to have seen nothing, walking so easily, he didn't know what to say.

When he got to Linzikou, he could go out.

"Thank you, Miss Xing'er."

Liu Chengyi once cupped his fists in thanks.

"You're welcome, then I'm leaving."

Myolie smiled and waved her hands, and then she left, she didn't have any nostalgia, although she had a good impression of Liu Chengyi, but she came from modern times, she understood the differences in ancient identities too well, she was a very transparent person, she didn't want to Make yourself uncomfortable.

Liu Chengyi didn't leave after Myolie left, he found a seat and sat down, he had to leave at night, he was afraid that if he left now, someone would find him, he didn't want to cause trouble for Myolie.

After Xing'er left Lin Zi, she didn't think about Liu Chengyi anymore. She continued to carve molds in the afternoon. Shen Shi and Shen Jiayu took a break to grind mung bean flour for Xing'er. Their confidence in making mung bean cakes for Xing'er greatly increased, and they also heard from Xing'er. , take it to a dim sum shop for consignment, without showing her face, Shen is still satisfied, and Shen Jiayu is also satisfied, since her daughter is getting older, she doesn't want her daughter to show her face.

Xing'er made some mung bean cakes at night, she was very tired, so she went to bed early at night.

The next morning, Shen Jiayu and Shen's made buns at home. Although Xing'er could make mung bean cakes, they didn't plan to throw away the bun business. After all, it only took one afternoon to make buns, and they could earn seven or eight yuan. I can eat it myself, it's much better than Shen Jiayu's needlework, and it doesn't waste my eyes.

Now that Shen Jiayu is handing in the work she received last time, she has no new ones, and she really has no energy. She may not do sewing work in the future, and even if she doesn't sell steamed buns, she still has to help her daughter grind mung bean powder or something. , no time to do it.

Myolie carried the basket and went to the pastry shop she went to last time.

Shen Jiayu was still a little worried when Xing'er went to the town by herself, but Shen didn't say anything, plus Shen Jiayu saw that Xing'er was quite capable now, and Shen's family was too busy alone, so she had no choice but to Let Xing'er go to the town alone.

"What do you want to buy, girl?"

Xiaoer came up to receive Xinger. Myolie was not well dressed, but she was good-looking and her clothes were well washed. There were often badly dressed customers here, and they also bought things, so Xiaoer would not look at her like a dog. People are low.

"Second brother, is the shopkeeper here?"

Xing'er asked crisply.

"The shopkeeper is here, what's the matter with the girl?"

Xiao Er was a little curious. Not only was this girl very good-looking, but she also smiled when talking to him, which made people feel at ease.

Xing'er asked Xiaoer to take her to see the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man, surnamed He, Myolie calls her Shopkeeper He.

Shopkeeper He saw several bowls of mung bean cakes in Xing'er's basket.

The mung bean cake is exquisite in shape, which he has never had before in this shop. It looks good, and he thinks it is delicious when he looks at it, and he really has the urge to eat it.

Myolie invited him to taste it, and he asked his wife to taste it together.

It melts in the mouth, unlike some mung bean cakes that are dry and choking, and the taste is still delicate, unlike some mung bean cakes that are rough, this is a top-grade mung bean cake.

Both of them were full of praise after eating it, which was much better than the mung bean cake in their shop.

Such a good mung bean cake was served in a sea bowl, which made the two feel that Xing'er was ruining the mung bean cake.

"Miss, do you want to send mung bean cakes to us for consignment?"

Shopkeeper He guessed Xiuer's reason for coming. The other party's mung bean cakes are very good, so it's not wrong to put them here for consignment, but if you let him sell them here, no one will buy his mung bean cakes. Charge a lot of fees.

"Shopkeeper He, what I mean is, I will sell this mung bean cake to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper will sell it again. Of course, I will not interfere with the price of the shopkeeper's sale. You can sell as much as you want. What about me? I will only supply it to one shop of the shopkeeper. Goods, as long as the shopkeeper doesn’t let me suffer.”

Xing'er understands a lot of truths, she doesn't want to consign, even if her things are good, people may not take care of them, besides, it's troublesome and a lot of things.

"It's not impossible. The mung bean cake made by the girl is top grade. I think it will sell well in the town. It's approaching the Dragon Boat Festival, and every family will eat the mung bean cake. I wonder how much the mung bean cake is sold by the girl?"

The shopkeeper thinks this is very good. This girl's mung bean cake is a good thing. There are many wealthy families in the town. They will not worry about selling it. Ordinary people may also buy it. As for the original mung bean cake, there is no need to remove it. Some people can't afford the good ones, so they can buy the original ones, and they can lower the price a little bit, so that they have the best of both worlds.

"Shopkeeper, you have also tasted this mung bean cake. It is different from ordinary mung bean cakes. It takes a lot of effort to make and the procedures are complicated. We also spent a lot of effort on this shape. If we cooperate well with the shopkeeper, there will be new dim sum in the future. Bring it to the shopkeeper and sell it, if you want to come to the shopkeeper, there are no other houses, and it will definitely make a name for yourself in the town."

Xing'er knew that she had to be tempted by the shopkeeper first, and then she could get more money when she saw the future prospects, so that he would not cheat her and cooperate with her for a long time, otherwise she would be lonely and others would try to squeeze you.

"Miss, do you have any new snacks?"

Shopkeeper He was a little curious, seeing how this girl doesn't look like a rich family, how could there be so many snacks.

"Of course there are red bean cakes, cloud cakes, rice cakes, cool cakes, radish cakes, pea yellow cakes, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. There are many dim sums handed down from my family. My ancestors were also a big family, but now some of them have declined. Don’t want to ask those relatives far away, because they are afraid that they will look down on them, so they come to sell dim sum, there is nothing you can do about it, don’t laugh at the shopkeeper.”

Xing'er said half-truth, she said this to give her ancestors an identity, and told the shopkeeper that although their family is not good, they still have distant relatives, but they are not willing to ask, in case something happens , You can still ask for it. With such a relationship, the shopkeeper will have some fears in his heart, so he won't have any wrong thoughts.

The shopkeeper smiled. He probably understood Xing'er's thoughts, but he couldn't treat it as a fake. To know the names of so many dim sum and make such a good mung bean cake, his ancestors must have had status. The rotten boat still has three catties Nail, if someone really knows someone, you might really stumble.

Just as shopkeeper He was about to say something, Xiao Er came over and said that the second steward of Mi's house in the town came and asked if there was any good dim sum. His old lady wanted to eat good dim sum.

"Well, I put a little less sugar in this kind, which is more in line with the taste of the elderly. The elderly don't eat sweets so much. Of course, I can ask the second steward whether their old lady's taste is particularly sweet. If so , just give her the normal money."

Xing'er pointed to one of the bowls of mung bean cake, which was in the shape of a peony flower.

(End of this chapter)