Song Tan Jishi

The 40 kilograms of rice almost made the rice pressing machine smoke. When the gathering dispersed in the evening, a group of people were still standing by the machine!

Not only the old man's Tiantuan, but also several children from Xiaosong Village, whose faces were chapped in the winter and whose cheeks were dark red, stood firm and refused to leave.

Even more determined than them are the 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.

By now, netizens who took the time to buy rice sticks were already full, while those who didn’t bought them were 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.

o(╥﹏╥)o

When 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 lose 5 yuan for sure."

The man in the couple's partnership spoke with sincerity, as if he really didn't make a dime.

The wife also cooperated: "That's it! Look at your bag, it's three times more than mine - but you make more, so we don't charge you more. A bag costs 12 yuan for handmade goods." Pay it.”

The couple worked together in a tacit understanding and pointed at the still hot machine: "Look, the machine is almost broken by me after working 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.

You see, when businessmen talk, 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!"

Qiao Qiao 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 attractive. Many people in the afternoon said that they will see you next time I go to the market..."

He also said very 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——

"wrong!"

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 it for you!"

"Besides, your job is to squeeze the rice, so why do you say you're 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!"

Qiaoqiao felt proud - he really knew how to bargain now!

So at this moment, he raised his head with confidence: "For eight yuan, just bring me a bag."

The boss looked at the row next to the car and looked troubled.

Finally, the couple summed up: "Okay! 360 yuan! You can come to me next time to press the rice pole! Come on, I'll give you another call. If you call me later, I can come and do it at your door."

When collecting the money, he thought about it and said again:

"Well, little brother, the next big gathering is on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. If you have time, 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!

It smells delicious, just look at the few children outside who refuse to leave!

And of these 360 ​​yuan, I only earned 116 this morning!

Big customer, really big customer!

Qiao Qiao shook her head: "We're not 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 pigs... well, there are pigs too.

Qiao Qiao is so reluctant to let go! But... but the purpose of raising pigs at home is for food.

He had no choice but to hold back his sore nose. He looked at Song Tan who was sitting in the car scrolling through his cell phone, and then recovered——

My sister said she wouldn't let them feel the pain, she can definitely do it!

Although it’s a bit sad to eat pig, the pork is really delicious!

However, 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 when they heard someone talk about killing pigs, the couple immediately became excited. When Qiao Qiao gave a positive answer, they could call their seventh aunt and eighth aunt when they went back tonight.

Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, if I don't sell it, it won't be enough for me."

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 must have at least thirty or fifty people, right?

How much meat can one pig produce?

well! No chance.

…

The bosses packed 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 came 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 those 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 dark, unknown birds begin to sound in the dark mountain forest.

It was only when everyone was sitting in the car that they finally felt tired.

Before setting off, Qiaoqiao went back and opened a pack, 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 smiled widely, causing several dark-colored children next to him to laugh as well.

As Lao Zhu and others watched through the car window, they couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.