With 40 kilograms of rice, the rice pressing machine was almost dry and smoking. When the gathering dispersed in the evening, a group of people were still standing by the machine!
Not only the old man Tiantuan, but also several children from Xiaosong Village, whose faces were chapped in the winter and their cheeks were dark red, stood firm and refused to leave.
Those who are more determined than them are contemporary netizens.
Throughout the afternoon, Qiaoqiao’s job of holding bags was constantly being taken over by others, so he took everyone around the market with his mobile phone, and finally returned here.
At this moment, netizens who took the time to buy rice sticks are already full, while those who haven’t bought them are already numb with greed—
Isn’t it just not for sale? What's so surprising? In the past, most of the things I wanted to watch were not for sale!
They are all mature fans and should learn to restrain themselves.
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As the night gradually grew dark and the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared, the rumbling machine finally stopped working.
Packs of rice sticks filled the plastic bags, tied tightly and placed on the roadside, while Qiaoqiao was settling with the stall owner—
“If I usually bring my own rice, I would pay 5 yuan for making a bag, but you see, the bag your family got today is so big, I will definitely lose 5 yuan.”
The man in the couple's partnership speaks sincerely, as if he really doesn't make a dime.
The wife also cooperated: "That's right! Look at your bag, it's three times as full as mine. But since you make more, we won't charge you more. One bag costs 12 yuan for handwork." Bar."
The two of them worked together in perfect harmony. They pointed at the hot machine and said, "Look, the machine is almost broken after working on it all afternoon."
Qiao Qiao glanced into the distance and admitted that their bags were indeed quite big, with a total of 45 bags made.
but…
The curious baby blinked curiously and asked curiously:
“If I don’t do it today, won’t other customers break the machine? Your machine didn’t stop when I came here!”
Ah this.
Look, businessmen are talking, why are they always picking out words? The boss grunted:
“Forget it, folks from the countryside, it’s only ten yuan, it’s really not profitable! How much money did I get for this afternoon’s work!”
Qiaoqiao did the math and immediately frowned—it would cost him nine days of living expenses! He has no money!
So he also said: "But our rice is good, very fragrant and very attractive. Many people in the afternoon said that they will see you next time I go to the market..."
He also said unskilledly: "You, you haven't paid the advertising fee yet!"
The boss frowned, realizing that the boy in front of him was not easy to coax. I thought he had a simple mind, but his way of bargaining was very simple!
At this moment, he had no choice but to say: "Yes, you see your rice is so good, I didn't waste it at all... I stood there for one afternoon and each earned 200 yuan, which is all hard-earned money..."
Thinking about the wages of my uncles and aunts at home, two hundred yuan seems really not much—
“That’s not right!”
Qiao Qiao put her hands on her hips and said warily: "My mother said that your rice pressing rod costs three yuan a bag. When you asked for the price for the first time, you asked for 12! Boss, you are so evil. My bag didn't contain enough." Four times!”
He groaned angrily: "I'll open the bag right now and count how many sticks there are!"
“And your job is to press the rice pole, why do you say you are tired to raise the price for me!”
boss:…
Just bargain normally, why are you so serious? Why did you really open the bag—
“Okay, okay!” The boss compromised: “Then what price do you want to say!”
Qiaoqiao felt proud—he really knew how to bargain now!
So at this moment, he raised his head with confidence: "For eight yuan, you can bring me a bag."
In the end, the couple summed up: "Okay! 360 yuan! You can call me next time when you press the rice pole! Come on, I'll give you another call. I can come to your home to do it when you call me later." He thought about it while collecting the money. , or asked again:
“Well, little brother, the next big gathering is on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. If you are free, try to come over with rice! I’ll give you a bargain…”
Not to mention anything else, I don’t know how many people asked for my phone number this afternoon. The boy in front of me was stupid as hell, but the rice he brought was so good!
As for the fragrant smell, just look at the few children outside who refuse to leave!
There are still 360 yuan, and I only earned 116 this morning!
Big customer, really big customer!
Qiao Qiao shook her head: "No going to the market! Our family is going to kill a pig on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Tomorrow is the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, so our family has to start preparations!"
Fried seeds, fried leaves, popcorn.
Also prepare pots and pans.
Choose a place to kill the pig...ah, there are pigs too.
Qiaoqiao is so reluctant to let go! But...but the reason for raising pigs at home is for eating.
He had no choice but to hold back his sore nose. At this moment, he looked at Song Tan who was sitting in the car scrolling through his mobile phone, and then recovered -
Sister said she would not let them feel any pain, she can definitely do it!
Although it’s a bit sad to eat pigs, pork is really delicious!
But the boss and his wife were suddenly stunned, and then they were surprised: "What? Your family wants to kill a pig? Do you want to sell the pork?!"
These days, the government doesn’t allow people to raise pigs at home. They have to buy pork if they want to eat it in the countryside! The kind of delicious food that feeds pigs is hard to buy in rural areas.
If anyone wants to sell it secretly, there will be many people in the city that day.
Now that they heard someone talking about killing pigs, the couple immediately became excited. When Qiaoqiao gave a positive answer, they could call their seventh aunt and eighth aunt when they went back tonight.
Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, if I don't sell it, it won't be enough for myself."
He gestured: "If you want to hold a class reunion for me, so many people will come, and the pigs will be eaten up in no time."
ah?
The couple looked at each other and made some calculations in their minds -
A class reunion should have at least thirty or fifty people, right?
How much meat can one pig produce?
well! No chance.
…
The bosses were packing up the car, and Qiao Qiao finally packed up her things. Each of them carried two light bags and stuffed them into the car compartment, all looking satisfied.
Not only were they satisfied with their food in the afternoon, the old men also returned home with a full load. Although I was still stopped, I also bought a lot of random things and took a lot of videos and photos.
Hey! But the old guys in the imperial capital are envious...hahahahaha!
There's nothing you can do about it. How can those of them who are strong and strong be able to endure long distances?
Now that the sky is getting darker, unknown birds begin to sound in the dark mountain forest.
While everyone was sitting in the car, they finally felt tired.
Before setting off, Qiaoqiao went back and opened a package, counted a few children watching on the side of the road, and then gave one to each of them.
“I remember giving it to you in the afternoon. Isn’t it that my rice sticks are so delicious?!”
He was smiling, causing several dark-colored children next to him to laugh too.
Lao Zhu and others looked through the car window and couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.
(End of this chapter)