Futian space small peasant girl

Chapter 19 Selling Osmanthus Cake
Originally, the third sister was asked to come together, but the third sister said that she wanted to embroider some handkerchiefs at home so that she could sell them, and she could not be allowed to earn money and be praised by herself.Seeing this, mother took the initiative to say that Si'an would stay at home with Qingqiu.

Lin was mainly worried about the two little girls going to set up a stall, even if Ye Qingxia agreed to go, she would still follow.

A square table and two stools.There are two larger trays on the table, and in the trays are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, covered with a clean cloth.There is also some toilet paper on the side to keep the pastry wrapped.I also brought a small plate, a pair of chopsticks, and the toothpicks that Qingqiu made in the space last night, for the guests to try.After the things were arranged, after Qingqiu lifted a corner of the cloth, she could smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, she sat down with her mother, and waited for customers.

As a result, a quarter of an hour passed, and still no one came, not even anyone to ask.Now Qingqiu was really in a hurry, so she had no choice but to stand up, imitate others, and yell loudly. "Come and see, come and see~ Delicious and sweet osmanthus cake~" Following Qingqiu's shout, Lin's face blushed and she lowered her head.

There is no way, the education Lin herself received is different from that of Qingqiu.Traditional thinking is deeply rooted.Although it is not like the ancient times in history, women cannot show their faces here.But there was no one who yelled directly on the street like Qingqiu.

Originally Lin wanted to stop it, but saw Qingqiu's stubborn expression.Lin's words came to her lips, but she couldn't speak them anymore, so she had to lower her head even lower.

Qingqiu yelled a few times, but it was really useful, no, a customer came.

"Little girl, what's the price of your sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" The person who came was a slightly fat uncle. Looking at his clothes, he was from a relatively wealthy family.

"Uncle, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake costs five cents a piece, it's definitely priced with conscience, you can try it first!" Qingqiu replied with a smile, and took out a piece while talking.Divide a quarter, put a toothpick in a small plate, and hand it to the uncle opposite.The price was set by Qingqiu last night. When he came to the town yesterday, Qingqiu also inquired about the basic prices here.

The uncle took a sip and nodded. "It's not expensive, and the taste is even better than that of the five-flower pastry shop. Wrap five yuan for me." The uncle readily asked for five yuan!

"Oh, good!" Qingqiu wrapped her hands and feet quickly. "Come on, take it, it's 25 Wen in total. Since you are our first customer, I'll give you one piece! Come again if it's delicious~" Qingqiu said in a dignified manner.

"Hey, this little girl is quite interesting! How old is she, she can do business like this!" The uncle smiled heartily, and looked at Qingqiu thoughtfully. .

"Nine years old this year." Qingqiu nodded shyly, but didn't answer much.

"Well, it's not bad. It's delicious again! Haha~" After finishing speaking, the uncle smiled inexplicably, turned around and left.

Qingqiu looked suspiciously at the uncle's back, but didn't think much about it.

Some people who were watching by the side saw that the uncle bought five yuan at once and gave away one, and suddenly felt a little annoyed.After all, if you have an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard!

Moreover, for some families who are not rich, the price is still relatively cheap.I usually buy these pastries as gifts during the New Year and festivals. The price in the pastry shop is eight yuan a piece, but there are more varieties.

Then, Qingqiu's 100 yuan sweet-scented osmanthus cake was sold out in less than a quarter of an hour, except for the five yuan that I took out to try.He kept complaining there, he was late, and why Qingqiu did so little.

(End of this chapter)