I have made a fortune by farming

Chapter 70 Selling Goods
Song Ying thought about it, and probably knew the reason why this super brown was not sold.

There are several streets in Li County, and this market is not considered the center of Li County. Most of the people here are from ordinary families, so naturally they wouldn't spend twenty Wen to buy a zongzi.

It’s just that although Fugui Street in the loyal area of ​​Li County also has pavements for rent, the price is very high, and the stalls are not like here. They are only sheltered from the wind and rain under the eaves. They are all separate tidy tile sheds, so the price is naturally more expensive.

If she only sells premium brown, she can rent a stall on Fugui Street...

But the extra-grade palms are all wrapped in zong leaves watered with spiritual water, which is too wasteful and must not be sold too much.

Song Ying thought about it all morning, and more than half of the zongzi were sold, and there were only a hundred or so zongzi left, and only two of the super brown were sold.

But other people's zongzi can sell dozens of zongzi a day, and her zongzi is obviously more popular.

"Brother Lin, let's not sell it anymore, let's sell the rest of it elsewhere." Song Ying thought for a while and decided.

Ginseng Jing was stunned when he heard his name at first, but quickly realized it.

"Are there a lot of people here?" They come and go, and the sales are always very good!
It won't be long before he gets his ten-cent salary!
Song Ying asked Ginseng to wait, and rented a scooter nearby again, and put the things on it: "Sit on it, since it's still early in the day, let's get rid of the things earlier."

"Where are you going?" Ginseng Jing slammed his ass on the head.

"Go to the pharmacy and have your weight weighed." Song Ying grinned.

The ginseng essence almost jumped up, and just about to speak, Song Ying laughed loudly: "Go to Changle Street, the business is easy to do there."

Ginseng Jing grinned at her angrily.

Song Ying pushed the cart, and her feet were fast, and she arrived at the place in a short time. At first glance, the road was wide, and the carriages coming and going were indeed much more luxurious than the street just now.

On both sides of the road, there are also many restaurants and silver shops. Even the silk and satin shops look more stylish than the cloth shops on that street.

"May I ask you, which restaurant has the best reputation?" Song Ying stopped three or four old men one after another, and asked politely.

"Of course it's Yuefeng Building. That business has always been the best, and they often help beggars on the roadside to do good things. The shopkeeper is the most reasonable." The answers they got were basically the same.

These elderly people must have a better understanding of the surrounding situation.

Song Ying inquired again, then headed towards the Yuefeng Tower.

Now that the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, around the festival, there must be a great demand for this zongzi.

If she sells by herself, she can sell two or three hundred a day, which is pretty good, and after excluding the cost and labor, she can't make much money.

It's better to find someone who can sell it.

Going around to the back door of Yuefeng Building, there is a young man guarding there.

"Are you here to deliver the goods or to sell them? Why don't you deliver them in the morning?" The boy said casually when he saw her car.

"Second Brother, I'm new here, so I don't know the rules of selling goods?" Song Ying said immediately, and took out fifty Wen from her pocket and handed it over.

The waiter glanced at the money and pushed it back: "Our family doesn't like this, let the shopkeeper know, I want to eat the top one."

"Our Yuefeng Building accepts all kinds of goods, delicacies from mountains and seas, rare and fresh ones, but the requirements are also high, girl, what are you sending?"

(End of this chapter)