Peerless pastoral little green plum

Chapter 51
"Hua'er, will anyone buy it?" Wang Mudan didn't know what to do. She had never sold anything before, and now she was a little nervous sitting at a street stall, always feeling that people passing by were looking at her.

Yao Huahua smiled, very calmly: "Yes."

She is very confident in her craft.

Seeing that her daughter was so confident, Wang Mudan was not so nervous anymore.

It's just that she was a little puzzled, her daughter hadn't come out at home all these years, why she was so calm and generous in the town now, she didn't look like a little peasant girl at all.

There are some teahouses and taverns near this street, and there is also a fruit stall next to it. After the mother and daughter set up the stall, the fruit vendor came over curiously to have a look.

"Hey, these little gadgets are quite interesting." The fruit vendor picked up a small carriage and turned the wheels: "Haha, it's still moving, it looks real."

"Hey, yes, this is made by my niece," Wang Mudan said enthusiastically, "Does this elder brother want to buy one?"

"How much is it?" asked the fruit vendor.

"Uh... twenty cents a car," Wang Mudan said without confidence, but Yao Huahua had told her when she came here that the price was a one-off price and no bargaining was allowed.

The fruit seller quickly put it down when he heard it: "It's so expensive? I don't want it. Let you sell it slowly."

Wang Mudan was greatly frustrated, so she looked at Yao Huahua, but Yao Huahua still didn't care.

Twenty cents is considered cheap, but if it wasn't for this small place, she would have sold it for thirty cents. How can she say that she was also a "little Luban in the three southern provinces" in her last life.

Sitting like this for another hour, Yao Huahua still didn't sell a single thing, but there were people who asked, some thought it was expensive, and some simply thought these gadgets were fun and didn't plan to buy them.

Wang Mudan couldn't sit still anymore: "Hua'er, why don't we lower the price? It's better if it's cheaper, with small profits but quick turnover."

Yao Huahua shook her head with a smile: "Mother, wait."

Wang Mudan was worried that talking too much would hurt Yao Huahua. After all, Yao Huahua worked hard to make these things, and she definitely hoped that they would be sold out sooner.

Waiting until noon, the number of people on this street began to increase, because there were more restaurants and teahouses nearby, people who came to drink tea and eat came here.

The restaurants and teahouses here are not like the biscuit noodle stalls on the street. The prices here are high, so people who come and go can tell by their clothes that they have a little money in their hands.

"Mom, look, there's a pony carriage over there," a five or six-year-old boy pointed at Yao Huahua's booth and exclaimed excitedly.

The boy was pulled by a 25-year-old young woman. The young woman didn't control the boy, and the boy ran over all at once.

The boy picked up one of the carriages and looked at it, and he seemed to like it very much. He kept fiddling with the wheels of the carriage, but his actions were a bit rough, and Wang Mudan worried that he would spoil it, so he was about to stop it.

But Yao Huahua pulled Wang Mudan: "Let him go."

She is very confident in the things she makes, they are not so easy to break, if they are dirty, it will be a big deal to wipe them off.

"Mom, I want a carriage," said the little boy, obviously fond of these carriages.

The young woman also came over at this time. She first glanced at Yao Huahua's mother and daughter, and then at the carriage in the boy's hand. She also had a bright eye and praised: "This carriage is very delicate, and the workmanship is good."

Wang Mudan was a little proud immediately: "Yes, my daughter did it."

"How much is a car?" the young woman asked.

(End of this chapter)