Many people came one after another, all because of her affordable prices, and most of them bought something for one dollar.

Thirty cents a pound, one dollar would give you four pounds.

Those who can afford Apple products don’t need that little bit of money at home, so anyone who doesn’t take advantage of the bargain is a fool.

Qiao Shu filled the backpack twice more before he was able to satisfy them.

When everyone had almost finished their shopping, she returned the scale to the auntie selling eggs next door: "Auntie, thank you for today."

If the aunt hadn't lent her something and asked her to go find Damao, she would probably still be sitting there stupidly.

He picked up three apples from his pocket and handed them to the auntie: "Auntie, I don't have anything good to thank you for. Take these apples back home for your children to taste."

Looking at the big red apples in front of her, the auntie showed surprise on her face, but still pretended to refuse: "Forget it, this is a rare thing, and ordinary people like us can't afford such a good thing."

Qiao Shu naturally knew that she was pretending to refuse, so he put the apples directly in her backpack: "It's just a few apples. I can't sell them. The good ones have been picked. I hope you don't mind. It's good to take them back to my family to try."

There's nothing wrong with anything that comes out of this space.

Basically every apple is big and red, and there is nothing good or bad about them.

The aunt also knew this truth, so she just smiled and said, "Okay, okay, since you said so, it would be foolish of me to refuse. Thank you, little girl."

Although there aren't many things, these three apples probably weigh more than one pound, almost two pounds, and they cost thirty cents a pound, which is sixty cents here.

You can bring it back home and give it to your grandson to try. He has never eaten anything like this before.

Qiao Shu watched the aunt leave and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that there was no one watching her, and no one knew how many apples she had brought, Qiao Shu filled the empty basket again.

Sure enough, after a while, someone else came.

It wasn't until noon that Qiao Shu finally let go.

Looking at Ermao who was not far away, looking at her timidly, Qiao Shu waved to Ermao. Ermao came over and said in a small voice: "Sister."

Qiao Shu raised his eyebrows, took out an apple from the backpack and handed it to Ermao.

Ermao shook his head and refused: "No, thank you. My brother said that although we are poor, we can't just take other people's things. We have to rely on our own hands to make a living."

Qiao Shu didn't expect that Damao had such positive values ​​at such a young age.

She stuffed the apple into Ermao's hand and said, "Don't worry, this isn't a gift from me. It's because your brother helped me today, and it was a big favor. So this is my reward for you. Do you understand?"

She bent down and touched Ermao's head: "How old is Ermao this year?"

Ermao narrowed his eyes, and his grip around the apple tightened involuntarily: "Seven...seven years old."

He stammered.

"Seven years old."

Qiao Shu sighed inwardly. They were about the same age as Xiaohua, but they both looked like five or six-year-old children. It was because they were malnourished and couldn't eat anything good.

"Thank you, sister."

Ermao thanked her sincerely.

Qiao Shu raised an eyebrow and said, "No need to thank me, sister. Damao and Ermao are both good kids. God will treat good kids very well."

At this point, she could only encourage the child in front of her.