Koi sweet wife in eighty

Chapter 94 Milk Flavored Popsicles Like Small Fish

Xiaoyu took the chicken out very patiently, first tied the chicken feet with a rope, and let the chicken run and jump on the ground.

Strange to say, these chickens are still obedient inside the cage, and they jump around alive and kicking when they are outside. Some even flapped their wings and wanted to soar into the sky, but were dragged down by the little fish.

How could there be a problem with such a vigorous chicken!

Those people saw that the chickens raised by Xiaoyu were so vigorous, so they bought one or two.

Now the live chickens on the farmer’s market cost two yuan a catty, and the wholesale price of small fish from Li Youmin is one yuan and three catties. Earn more than one yuan.

It's hard work, and you don't earn much. It's not as easy as selling catfish.

No wonder Li Youmin and the others are unwilling to sell chickens like Xiaoyu, because they are used to business coming to their door instead of looking for business themselves.

But the little fish can endure such hardship.

In the afternoon, Xiaoyu and Gu Jingshan came to the guest house in Cendong County.

There were very few hotels at this time. The Cen Dong Guest House was the largest hotel in the area. The guest house was divided into three grades. The small building with the highest grade was used to entertain some leaders who came to the local business trip, and the average grade was used to entertain those who came to Cen Dong. People who do business in the county.The last level is to entertain everyone.

There is also a dining hall in the guest house, and Xiaoyu can smell the food coming out of it through the gate.

There must be a lot of chicken here.

Xiaoyu then said to Gu Jingshan: "Brother Jingshan, I'll go in and ask if the people here want to buy chickens. I think there must be a lot of chickens here."

Gu Jingshan didn't hit Xiaoyu either, he just smiled and said, "Okay, then Xiaoyu can ask."

Maybe Xiaoyu is lucky.

This girl always encounters shit luck inexplicably, as Ms. Wang Guihua said: stupid people have stupid luck.

However, Xiao Yu came back soon, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"The gatekeeper wouldn't let me in, and said that this matter is out of their control, and I need to find the purchaser from the guest house, but I don't know who their purchaser is." Xiaoyu said depressedly.

Gu Jingshan had already expected such a result.

This kind of guest house must have a dedicated person in charge, and the purchase channels are strict. They will not buy bulk goods from outside, and want to break into the interior unless there are acquaintances inside.

Gu Jingshan might be able to find a middleman to help him get in touch, but he didn't want to use such a relationship.

Let's go slowly together.

Gu Jingshan rubbed Xiaoyu's head again, and then encouraged her: "It's their loss if they don't buy it, but my Xiaoyu did his best, and his courage is amazing."

Xiao Yu was not so disappointed after being praised, he just said: "Brother Jingshan, then let's try another restaurant."

"Okay." Gu Jingshan pushed the bicycle again.

……

Although the beginning of autumn has passed, the autumn tiger is still in full swing. Gu Jingshan and Xiaoyu are already sweating profusely as they walk down the street pushing two cages of chickens.

But both of them are people who only care about others and rarely care about themselves.

Xiaoyu said to Gu Jingshan apologetically, "Brother Jingshan, this trip has been really hard for you. If it wasn't for me going to the city to sell chickens, you wouldn't have to push these two cages of chickens around."

Gu Jingshan smiled: "As a big man, I am afraid of hard work, but you are blushing."

"I'm fine. Although I got sunburned during the day, it will recover tomorrow." Xiaoyu has tried it many times, and she belongs to the skin that can never get tanned no matter how much sun is applied.

Gu Jingshan said again: "The sun is too big now, let's not run around, first go to the farmer's market and set up a stall, maybe we can sell one or two."

Xiaoyu immediately agreed: "Okay, there are popsicles sold at the farmer's market. I like mung bean-flavored popsicles. How about you, brother Jingshan?"

"It tastes like milk."

For some reason, Gu Jingshan always felt that milk-flavored popsicles were like small fish, cool and delicious, sweet and with a milky aroma.

He likes the taste.

(End of this chapter)