After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Seeing Song Huiling's confidence, Yang didn't want to ruin her mood, but her heart sank. She was afraid that her trip today would be in vain...

A'mo went to the stream to fetch water, while Song Huiling and Yang lit the honeycomb coal and put it into the stove.

When the smoke from the fire started, the vendors in the row in front looked back frequently.

A'mo came back with the water, and Song Huiling boiled a pot of water on the fire.

When the water boiled and the scalding steam hit the lid of the pot, causing it to tremble slightly, someone finally couldn't hold back their curiosity, and a group of onlookers surrounded Song Huiling's stall.

"Girl, what is this thing under your kettle? Why doesn't it smoke and can boil the water in the kettle?"

Song Huiling wrapped the handle with a cloth and lifted the kettle, not hiding anything: "This is honeycomb coal that my sister made herself. It's easy to carry and can control the fire. It's very convenient to use it for setting up a stall."

After that, she generously shared the method of making honeycomb coal.

Finally, she added, "If you need it, I will bring you the drawings of the honeycomb coal stove and honeycomb coal gun tomorrow. You can take the drawings and find a blacksmith to make them."

Everyone listened very carefully to this convenient and novel gadget.

Most of those who can set up stalls in Turing Pass have enough money to make honeycomb coal. With such a convenient thing, in the cold winter, they can not only use it to set up stalls, but also keep warm by the side, which is simply killing two birds with one stone.

These vendors were originally very repulsive to Song Huiling and the other three outsiders, but after Song Huiling finished sharing, they instantly showed respect for this delicate and fragile little girl.

This is at least a secret recipe. The little girl shared it for free and moved her stall to such a remote place. If they continue to target her, they are not human beings.

An old lady with gray hair said, "Girl, there is some space next to my stall. How about I move my burden and you move to my place?"

Several kind-hearted people have made suggestions one after another.

"Girl, the seats on the side of the road are more conspicuous. I have some space too. You can go to my place."

Song Huiling sincerely declined, "Thank you all for your care. Since I said I would set up a stall at this location, I will not break my promise. You have already shown me the greatest care by letting me stay at Turing Pass. I am grateful for your kindness, so I will share the method of making honeycomb briquettes with you. You don't have to feel bad about it, because you all deserve it."

Everyone felt very comfortable with what he said, and they were extremely happy in their hearts. It was obvious that they had gotten a huge advantage, and the little girl was thanking them so sincerely.

Someone with a loud voice immediately shouted, pointing at Song Huiling, "I'm going to make this clear today. From now on, I will protect this little sister. If any of you dare to bully her and prevent her from setting up a stall here, you are making things difficult for me!"

"Oh, it's not a big deal. You're talking like the people in Gaojiazhai and Wangjiazhai are a bunch of unreasonable bandits who can't even tolerate a little girl."

"Sister, from now on, you can set up your stall here with peace of mind. If you don't want to stay in such a remote location tomorrow, tell me, and I promise to arrange a good location for you."

Song Huiling's gaze stayed on the face of the eldest sister in front of him. He smiled obediently and nodded slightly in response.

My stall business is now guaranteed, and it is not a loss to share the method of making honeycomb coal for free.

The ancients just lived in a long time ago, they are not stupid, they just don’t share. There are smart people who will take a few glances at it, go back and think about it carefully, and there will always be a day when they can do it.

It would be better to proactively share it and earn some goodwill while no one else has figured it out.

The crowd dispersed, and Yang was even more depressed: "Hui Ling, everyone is willing to give us a good seat, why are you unwilling to go? Do you want to throw all these cakes into your hands?"

Ah Mo was so anxious that he kept gesticulating: Sister Hui Ling, you work so hard to make pastries. If you can't sell them, I will be sad for you. Don't worry, if we move there and those people go back on their word and chase us away, I will definitely beat them away!

Song Huiling waved to Yang and A'mo, and they both leaned over to listen tacitly.

She put her hand to her lips and lowered her voice: "Do you know about precision marketing?"

Yang and A'mo shook their heads vigorously, knowing exactly what marketing... was.

Song Huiling smiled, and the smile deepened: "Then do you know how to wait for the rabbit to come?"

This time, Yang and A'mo nodded vigorously.

"I know..." Yang glanced at the stall and hesitated, "But our land is so remote, only a blind rabbit would bump into it!"

The three of them lowered their heads and huddled together, as if they were plotting something. Song Huiling put his hands on Ah Mo and Yang's shoulders and patted them twice at the same time: "Rabbits, of course we need people to help us lure them here, and they have to be fat rabbits. Don't worry, as long as we catch big fat rabbits, we won't have to set up a stall here soon."

Yang and A'mo were even more confused after hearing this, but Yang was relieved this time. It seemed that her daughter-in-law had already made arrangements and she was just overthinking.

A pot of water was boiled, and when it became warm and comfortable to the mouth, Song Huiling asked Yang and A'mo to watch the stall, and then he started to stroll among the crowd with the kettle.

Most of the vendors who came to set up stalls brought their own water bags. Song Huiling spotted a middle-aged woman and saw her looking up and holding the water bag high. When only a few drops of water dripped from the mouth of the bag, she quickly leaned over:

"Auntie, let me give you some warm water. The weather isn't hot yet, and drinking too much cold water isn't good for your health."

The woman felt embarrassed and was about to refuse, but Song Huiling smiled and took the water bag and said, "Aunt, you don't have to be polite with me. This water is from the stream. It's for everyone to share, not just for me."

The woman was persuaded and took the water bag filled with water. She said in a clear voice, "Just call me Aunt Wang."

"Hey, Aunt Wang." Song Huiling called out sweetly, and then said, "Aunt, just call me Xiao Song."

Aunt Wang was sitting on the ground, and Song Huiling was half squatting in front of her.

After taking the water bag and drinking a few sips of warm water, she moved to the side and signaled Song Huiling: "There are not many customers at the moment, you can sit here and chat with your aunt for a while."

There was nothing on the ground, it was muddy and uneven.

Song Huiling didn't care too much and sat down next to Aunt Wang.

As soon as she sat down, she sighed softly: "Ah~ I'm so distressed, why am I not from Gaojiazhai or Wangjiazhai?"

Aunt Wang thought she was still upset about what happened at the beginning, so she comforted her, "Sister, it's nothing! It doesn't matter if you are not from Gaojiazhai or Wangjiazhai. As long as we all allow you to set up a stall here, it will be fine. Don't think about anything else!"

Song Huiling's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Aunt Wang with an extremely pious gaze.

Aunt Wang couldn't stand being looked at. She had the illusion that Song Huiling regarded her as a savior. She coughed a few times out of embarrassment, and her rough voice unconsciously softened a little: "Sister, if you have any difficulties, just tell me. I will make the decision and I will never refuse."

Song Huiling didn't hide it anymore and said slowly, "Aunt Wang, I really want to ask you for help with something."