Little wife, she is full of happiness

Along the way, Xia Xiaoruo carefully pressed the wooden board covering the enamel basin with her hands, for fear that the wooden board would fall off and some bugs would fall into the spicy sticks.

Although they are still a miscellaneous army of small stalls and hawkers, the food hygiene must be guaranteed for people to eat!

They have been to Wuzhuang Town in the morning, and this time they are familiar with each other.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of the steel factory.

Vendors selling watermelon, eggs, snacks, cold rice noodles, hot dry noodles, and steamed stuffed bun noodles all lined up at the gate of the factory.

Some stalls are lined up to 100 meters away!

Lin Chengyang held the awning, stood on the tricycle and looked at the long dragon-like stall at the door, his face was drawn like a bitter gourd, "Xiao Ruo, what do you think about this? The popularity here is good, but we don't stand there at all." Land!"

Xia Xiaoruo looked calm, "Don't panic, I have a solution."

She asked Lin Chengyang to park the tricycle right behind the last booth, filled a pack full of spicy strips in a plastic bag, and said to Lin Chengyang, "I'll go and deliver some to the gatekeeper, and you'll wait here for me."

Lin Chengyang suddenly realized, "That's right, take more and talk to the master, see if you can let us stand forward!"

At the last booth, there was a middle-aged couple making sesame seed cakes. The woman curled her lips when she saw what Xia Xiaoruo was holding in her hands, "Don't even think about it, just a few pickles like you, people who watch the gate don't like it." Did you see the stall selling fried skewers closest to the gate? They pay 100 yuan a month for management fees to the factory!"

Lin Chengyang was discouraged again, and turned to look at Xia Xiaoruo.

Xia Xiaoruo also widened her eyes, "So expensive?"

Workers in steel mills can't earn 100 yuan a month's wages!

She sighed and shook her head.

Then resolutely took the paper bag and walked to the factory gate.

The woman who sold sesame seed cakes laughed angrily, "Look, this girl still doesn't listen to persuasion! Look, how she passed now, and how she will come back later!"

Xia Xiaoruo came all the way to the gate of the steel factory.

The masters at the door are two men in their 40s, both of whom are wearing khaki overalls, one has a bad nose and the other is unshaven.

We are discussing where to drink after get off work.

She walked over and called out politely, "Uncle."

The man with a bad nose saw a little girl approaching in front of him. He was quiet and polite, and asked with his hands behind his back, "Whose girl are you? Are you looking for someone? Is there something wrong?"

Xia Xiaoruo handed over the spicy strips in his hand, "I'm from Lianhua Village. I'm in the third grade of No. [-] Middle School in our county. I'm about to go to high school. This is the spicy strips I made. I want to sell them at the gate of our factory to make money for tuition fees. , this is specially brought here to serve you wine, uncle, can you taste it?"

The man with the rosacea nose glanced at his companion, and then looked her up and down. This girl is nice to speak and sensible. It is estimated that the family thinks she is a girl, so they don't want to send her to school. She sells things to earn tuition fees, and wants to drag him through the back door. , Occupying a good place to sell things at the gate of the factory.

But it doesn't count if he is the one who looks after the door.

He didn't want to delay her business, and he didn't take the paper bag in her hand, "Girl, there are rules for setting up stalls here. It's useless if you send me something. I can't help you. Hurry up and do what you want." Bar!"

Xia Xiaoruo still smiled brightly, "This is really for you to take with you, uncle. You can take it and taste it. If it tastes good, my stall is over there. Come and get it!"

As he said, he put the spicy sticks on the table at the door, "I'm leaving first, uncles!"

He turned around and left, leaving behind the man who looked at each other in blank dismay.

This girl is really interesting!I didn't do anything for her, just give her something.

The man with rosacea casually opened the paper package——

A scent of oil and spices rushed into his nose immediately, making him unable to resist putting one in his mouth.

Just in time, the off-duty bell rang in the factory.

A group of workers in overalls walked towards the door in groups.

"What is this, it smells so good!?"

"Like roast chicken, or a bit like stewed beef?"

"It doesn't look like it, why does it feel a little sweet?"

"Why did you ask that there is a sweet smell? That's the smell of small grinding oil. Look, it's Lao Yu Fang who doesn't know what to eat?"

"Old Yu, what are you eating?"

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Xia Xiaoruo returned to the back of the small stall, and Lin Chengyang was waiting for her with his neck stretched out, "How is it? Did you tell us to stand in front?"

Seeing his expectant look, Xia Xiaoruo couldn't laugh or cry and said, "What are you thinking! I really want to let the master at the door taste our spicy noodles."

"Ah? Then what are you trying to do? He doesn't want us to stand in front, so why waste that effort?"

Lin Chengyang looked regretful. The gluten in the spicy strips was all made by him and Xiao Ruo squatting on the ground and rubbing them with their hands. After making a large pot of spicy strips, the waist was about to break, and the skin on the hands also faded. It's hard-earned money!

Xia Xiaoruo didn't explain, but just looked at the plastic bag on the woman's biscuit stand, "Auntie, can you sell me some of your bag?"

The woman who sells sesame seed cakes was quite cheerful, and she took half a bunch of bags from her stall and handed them to her, "Here, you use it first, and when you can really sell this thing, then count the money for me."

Just now she asked this fool what the price of pickles was.

5 cents, 8 sticks.

Her biscuits are only fifty cents apiece, just a pot of pickles sold by the two children, and they still want to sell them at their root?

crazy for money!
Xia Xiaoruo picked up the bag and started filling the spicy sticks with chopsticks.

Pack a bag for every 5 cents, and put them in rows on the seats on both sides of the tricycle.

When the woman saw it, she became anxious all of a sudden.

"Eh? You kid, I gave you credit first because I was afraid that your things wouldn't sell. You've used up all the bags. If you can't sell them in a while..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt the commotion behind her, and turned her head to look, it was amazing!Those off-duty workers in the steel factory are coming here in groups!
"Is it here? It should be here that Lao Yu said! Behind the biscuit stand..."

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"This is spicy strips? It's very fragrant, with a smell of meat."

"Is this really made of gluten? I've never seen it before! Look, it's red and red, with so much chili oil!"

"Girl, these spicy strips cost 5 cents and 8 sticks? Can it be cheaper?"

A group of people immediately surrounded Xia Xiaoruo's spicy noodle stall.

Xia Xiaoruo cut a bagful of spicy strips into small pieces and handed them to the surrounding workers, "Taste it first, and then buy it if it tastes good."

"There are not only chili oil and pepper oil in it, but also more than five catties of small grinding oil! That's why it's fragrant!"

"This chili can appetize and remove moisture. You can buy it and eat it yourself. It doesn't cost much to add a dish to your wife and children!"

"It can't be cheap, I packed it all in a bag, 5 cents a bag, big brother will come to a bag..."

She laughed first and then spoke. A group of old men who work in the steel mill, seeing such a young girl who is so bright and smiling so happily, is also embarrassed to buy another mouth-watering pick and search.

This one is fifty cents, that one is one yuan.

There are at most ten yuan to go back.

The speed at which Lin Chengyang installed the spicy strips next to him was far behind the speed at which others came to buy the spicy strips!

While Xia Xiaoruo collected the money, she also had to help dress up the spicy noodles.

The colorful banknotes were casually put into a plastic bag by her.

The woman who bought the biscuits stared straight away!

Isn't it just a pot of pickles?The people who work in these steel mills are all in a hurry to burn too much money?Got money for all these chili noodles and gluten pickles?