Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life

  Chapter 21 You are a good melon

   This voice has attracted many passers-by. Qiao Mai looks at the bright red, juicy and juicy watermelon. Such a good appearance, I don’t believe it will not attract young and old friends.

   Sure enough, seeing such a watermelon, passers-by looked around and swallowed.

  Some people know that watermelon is definitely not cheap, and they are too shy to buy it, so it is okay to ask the price.

   "Hey, little lady, how do you sell that melon?"

  "Fifty Wen a piece"

   "Isn't this too expensive? How much is a catty of sugar?"

   "But sugar can't taste the taste of watermelon, don't you think so?"

   "That's right, it's just too expensive, otherwise we'll buy a piece and try it."

"It's not expensive anymore. This watermelon is usually grown for the nobles to eat. I bought it cheaply from other people's melon vendors and sold it separately when I came back. I can't make a few pennies for a whole melon, so I wanted to give it to passers-by." Try it."

   Looking at the cut watermelon on the table, they could only sigh, shook their heads and left.

  Qiao Mai was not discouraged either. She sat on the chair and felt that the top of her head was too hot. She thought about selling the melons on the table later, and going back to the embroidery village to find some bamboo poles and build a simple pergola.

  Just as she was about to start her embroidery work, a carriage stopped in front of her melon stand.

  A little boy's head protruded from the car window, about twelve or thirteen years old.

   "Little lady, are you selling this melon?"

"nature!"

   "Quick, give me a piece, I'm dying of thirst."

  As soon as Qiao Mai heard this, he knew that this was a man who was not short of money. Immediately smiling, Mimi got up, picked up a piece, stepped forward and handed it over.

  The little boy took a bite of the watermelon, praised it comfortably, and finished eating with a few bites.

   "One more piece."

   "Fifty Wen a piece."

   "Master has a lot of money, how much money do you have?"

   "Twelve dollars."

   "Give another five yuan to the young master."

   After speaking, he handed her a dime of silver, which was enough to buy seven or eight yuan.

  Qiao Mai was not pretentious, and handed him one piece after another. The little boy ate another five yuan in one breath, and then said comfortably while touching his stomach.

   "Your melon is not bad, is it chilled?"

   "No, it was soaked in well water."

   "Well, do you have any more silver coins?"

   "You can eat two more pieces."

   "Then give my coachman two yuan, it's not easy for him."

  Qiao Mai immediately took a liking to the little boy, and he had a very good personality, so he handed over two yuan to the driver.

   "Thank you young master, thank you little lady."

  The coachman was also very thirsty, and after a while he ate two pieces of melon, the little boy waved at the coachman.

   "Hurry up and go home."

   "Yes, master!"

  Qiao Mai got his first pot of gold from selling melons. Shopkeeper Lu watched from a distance in the shop with a smile on his face.

   This girl has delayed the Tian family. She is really good at doing business. She set up a stall on the first day, but she didn't get angry at all.

   And the fortune is in the balance, it opened as soon as it was placed, which is great!

  Qiao Mai glanced at the five pieces of watermelon on the table, casually picked up one, took a bite, moistened his throat, and then started selling again.

   The vendors who set up stalls around were not optimistic about her business at first, but they didn't expect to sell several yuan in a short while, so they all cast envious eyes.

   After Qiao Mai finished eating the melon, he took out his embroidery work and looked up from time to time.

  In this season, there are flies. It seems that we have to make a net cover later, otherwise, it will be more attractive if it falls on it. If diners see it, who will buy it?

  In ancient times, there was no plastic net cover, but it can be replaced with white gauze. She can do it herself if she has tools, it is very simple.

   Just as she was thinking about it, three boys around eight years old stopped in front of her booth, looking at the melon and swallowing.

  Qiao Mai saw that they were all dressed in fine cotton, and their hair was combed clean. It seemed that their family background was good.

   "Auntie, how do you sell your melons?"

   "Fifty coins a piece."

   "What if we have no money?"

   "Then I can't sell you, or I will lose money."

  The three swallowed again and looked around, "Why isn't dad coming?"

  Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

  A strong man ran up to them, and Qiao Mai knew that this man knew kung fu.

   "Oh, why are you running around? If traffickers catch you, how can I explain to your mother? She can't beat dad to death."

   "Father, we didn't run around. We came here only when we saw the watermelon. We didn't go anywhere."

  The strong man glanced at the watermelon on the table and knew that the children wanted to eat melon.

   "How did you sell it?"

   "Fifty Wen a piece."

   "It's not expensive, it's three yuan."

   "There are four yuan left, just one for each of you, how about I give you ten cents cheaper?"

   "Okay, that's all"

   Seeing that the strong man is also a good owner of money, in a blink of an eye, the four melons on the table are gone.

   "This melon is really good, is there any more?" The brawny man and his three sons asked eagerly.

   Qiao Maiwan smiled, "Naturally!"

  She bent down and picked up the melon in the basket, wiped it clean, and cut the melon into sixteen pieces of uniform size.

   "Another four dollars."

   "It's a good one, the price is still the same as before. If you want to eat melons in the future, come to my booth. As long as it is not windy or rainy, I will be here, and I will sell it this summer."

"Uh-huh."

   Each of them ate another piece, satiated their appetite, quenched their thirst, gave the money and left.

  Qiao Mai put the money into the purse, and several vendors around had been watching her selling melons, and couldn't help but strike up a conversation with her.

   "Little lady, did your melons come from Fucheng?"

"yes,"

   "How much is a melon?"

   "Seven hundred words."

   "Why so expensive?"

   "No, I bought a lot at one time, so I gave this price. If there is less, one melon is worth one tael of silver."

   "Then you can earn a hundred yuan by selling this melon?"

  Qiao Mai knew what they were thinking, so he counted for them with his fingers.

"Earn? Are you thinking too lightly? Don't say whether this melon is the best one. Even if it is a good melon, can you sell that much every day? Can you guarantee that all the cut watermelons will be sold? If there are a few pieces that cannot be sold, it is a compensation. When it is raining and windy, you can’t sell the watermelon at home. After a long time, the flesh inside can still be sold? You can only eat it yourself, thinking that selling melons is worthwhile It would be wrong if it looked so good.”

  The vendors around them also silently calculated an account in their hearts, which was exactly as the little ladies said.

   Looking at making money for a while, if there is a slight mistake, it is a loss.

   "Then why are you still selling this?"

   "Our shopkeeper is not short of this money. We usually eat by ourselves, and only let me sell melons if there are surplus melons."

  The merchants suddenly realized that this melon did not belong to the little lady, but to the shopkeeper of the embroidery village behind, so I will tell you.

  If it’s the melon stand in that house, then it’s still in the past. Who told Boss Lu to be rich?

  After her explanation, the hawkers were no longer envious, and they stopped staring at her stall.

   After all, it was a hot day. When the carriages passed by on the road, when they saw her watermelon, they all stopped to eat a few pieces.

   Soon another melon disappeared, Qiao Mai looked at the refrigerator with his mind, hehe, two more melons came out.

   That's great, this is a real empty-handed white wolf, a transaction without capital.

  After moving the two melons from the space to the basket, she thought of the quartered melons, and looked at them again with her mind.

  Seeing this, the corners of her mouth immediately grinned to the base of her ears.

  It has only been two days, and the watermelon planted has already grown melon seedlings. My God, if this continues, the watermelon can be harvested in a few days.

Um? She suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did the four quarters of the melon seem to be twice as big?

  Qiao Mai swallowed, thinking of setting up a beach beside the official road at this moment, so he withdrew his thoughts and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

   If she is right, space can not only copy consumables, but also land?

   But land is not a consumable? what happened?

  Qiao Mai felt that his brain was not enough, he couldn't figure it out.

  However, this is a good thing for her, a very good thing.

  (end of this chapter)