Me, tens of billions of land to farm

Chapter 351 There is no one there
"I do not!!!"

The uncle shook his head desperately and backed away again and again.

You just told the truth yourself, have you forgotten?

It smells bad and tastes even worse!

This is after eating.

The fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth, marinating yourself in the taste.

I am Nima!
I have nowhere to cry!

I will set up a stall by myself later.

Someone else is coming.

"Uncle, give me a chicken leg and two catties of chicken fork!"

Go back and answer yourself.

"okay!"

Then there was a smell of stinky tofu.

Do you think people can buy it?

It's not bad if you don't blow up your stall!
"It's not uncle, this thing tastes really good."

Su Ming took out a bamboo stick and inserted it.

Then he tied up a piece of stinky tofu and put it in his mouth.

Go, go, go!

He ate it with big gulps.

My scalp is numb after showing it to the uncle!

It's scary, isn't it? !
Can this thing be eaten? !

Are you sure you can't eat people up? !

Don't make trouble, you can't joke like that, you know? !

"Try it!"

Su Ming handed the box forward.

"No!!!"

I learned English directly from this uncle.

The uncle shook his head like a rattle and backed away crazily.

My son just graduated from college!

Not married yet!
I still want to rely on this stall to buy a house for my son!
Boy, I don’t know you either.

We have no grievances in the past, and no enmity in the near future.

There's no need to make things like this, right?
Have a good chat, okay?
Wouldn't it be nice to be friends?
Seeing the stubbornness of the uncle, Su Ming couldn't resist.

Ok.

Because Su Ming's stinky tofu was generated by the system.

Already made.

You can sell it directly.

But it was cold.

Su Ming had seen others making stinky tofu before.

I also checked online.

I know this stuff needs to be fried.

Su Ming also asked Yoyo.

This stinky tofu can be fried.

The taste will not change after frying, but it will become hot.

The taste will get better.

The premise is to remember to remove the soup.

The gas stove was turned on, and a pot was placed on it.

Pour a pot of soybean oil into it.

He took out a few bags of stinky tofu, put them in the big bucket next to him, and used a pick to fish out the stinky tofu, leaving only the soup.

Close the front cover.

The stinky tofu that was fished out fell into a bucket next to it.

Then chopped some cilantro.

Prepare some disposable boxes.

He took out some disposable chopsticks.

Sauces and so on are placed in a circle in front.

A small box was also specially used to contain some change and banknotes.

There is also a QR code for payment.

All is ready except for the opportunity!
Half an hour later.

The confident Young Master Su looked confused.

There's something wrong with that.

Don't even say it's open for half an hour.

Except for the stall owners waiting for work, there is no one on this street.

Su Ming was a little depressed.

Shouldn't it be...

No matter how bad the business is.

There can't be so few people, right?

Could it be that I came at the wrong time?
Ah!
Very likely!
It is morning after all.

The busiest time for this kind of street stall should be at night.

Come back at night?

Su Ming glanced at the time.

In half an hour, the two acres of land will be upgraded.

Do you want to go home and plant bananas first?
"Ring bell bell!"

Just when Su Ming was thinking about it, a bell suddenly sounded next to him.

Su Ming suddenly raised his head!

Got it!
The opportunity is coming!

There is a school nearby.

And there are still two schools.

A junior high school and an elementary school.

Some eat in the cafeteria after school at noon, and some go out for food.

This street is next to the school, every day when the students leave school, it is a good opportunity to make money.

Under normal circumstances, the big guys should be facing the enemy.

Gear up!

Sharpen your knife!

But today.

No one moved much.

A pair of eyes stared at Su Ming.

You go now!
I beg you!
This street used to have everything.

Fried skewers, grilled skewers.

Pancake fruit sells wontons.

Sells fast food.

Although the taste is a bit complicated, but at least it is the fragrance.

As soon as people come in, they have a big appetite and want to eat.

If you want to eat, you have to pick big guys and have a chance to make money.

But today!

You tell me what smells in this corridor?
I am Nima!
In addition to the smell, there is no other smell at all!
See, it's at the end of the road.

Several students were about to come in.

As a result, I was stunned as soon as I turned the corner.

Then he covered his nose and turned away.

There is no hesitation in procrastinating!

Are the students leaving?

No, no!
It's money!

It's wasted money!

It’s silver, it’s banknotes!
The uncle next to him couldn't bear it anymore.

The odor you smell is diluted.

But mine is not.

Mine is very authentic, because this product is next to me.

The sauce of his stinky tofu is no more than 20 centimeters away from my booth.

It’s definitely an original, pollution-free smell!
The uncle took a deep breath.

I wanted to hold my breath for a while to feel better.

As a result, I accidentally smelled a little more stench, and I almost rolled my eyes.

"Young man, why don't you go home quickly? We can't do business if you stay here!"

Uncle couldn't bear it anymore.

"Is it?"

Su Ming looked confused: "No way... I think it smells pretty good..."

Su Ming said this.

Suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking left and right, I found that all the stall owners were staring at themselves.

If looks could kill, Su Ming believed that he would have turned into powder by now.

"Uh……"

Su Ming felt slightly embarrassed.

I just want to come over and sell some things and make some money.

There is no other meaning.

I didn't expect to cause you so much trouble.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
My fault, am I wrong? !

Don't be angry, don't be angry!

Let’s talk well when we have something to say, and speak well when we have something to say.

"Then...then sell me and go home first."

Su Ming had no choice but to pack his things.

Just at this time.

A car passed by the intersection.

This car is not cheap.

More than 1000 million.

It can be seen that the identity of the owner is not simple.

The driver drove smoothly in the front, and there were two people sitting in the back seat.

One is a young, beautiful and slender secretary.

The other one is a middle-aged man.

His face was frowning and his face was ugly.

"Mr. Sun, don't be angry, let's eat something."

The secretary whispered advice from the side.

"Eat, eat, eat! Eat a fart!"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and cursed loudly: "Is that what the national color peony is made of? You have to choose carps that have grown naturally in wild lakes for more than 5 years, remove all the thorns inside, beat and massage the meat , The whole dish requires more than 80 processes, and the fish fillets are fried until they look like flower petals, and they are assembled into a peony."

"Look at how they cook again. A good dish tastes like a roadside restaurant. If it wasn't for the sake of the old leader, I would have smashed their shop!"

(End of this chapter)