Yi Jixiang quickly covered his nose and whispered, "What is that? What's that smell? Yi An'an, we are a supply and marketing cooperative here. The pickles we sell are all from the state-owned pickle factory. Do you think you can bring any junky stuff to us to sell?"

"Yeah, I've never heard of stinky tofu crab with chopped green onions. I'm afraid it's a scam!" Another little sister came up immediately.

President Han just casually talked to Yi Anan last time, and he didn't take it to heart these days. He didn't expect Yi Anan to really bring eight kinds of pickles. However, the pickles sold by their supply and marketing cooperative are indeed required to be produced by the factory. Although these pickles look good, but...

늀While President Han was hesitating, a fashionably dressed woman walked in carrying a small waxed leather bag.

When President Han saw the woman, he paid attention to Yi An'an and hurried forward to greet her, "Sister Lan, why did you come in person? What do you want? I'll have someone bring it to you! How is Director Shen these days?"

The young lady next to him immediately poked Yi Jixiang and whispered, "Did you see that? That person is the wife of Director Shen of the County Industrial and Commercial Bureau. She is very generous. We serve her well and give her tips. She gives one or two yuan at a time!"

When Yi Jixiang heard this, he wanted to go forward.

"What's that smell?" Sister Lan asked after sniffing.

President Han was stunned for a moment, then quickly glared at Yi Anan: "Take your things and leave first!"

Yi Anan frowned, forget it, we'll take her in and let her set up a stall outside, her things are good, but she won't have any trouble selling them!

"Wait!" Sister Lan stepped forward, looked at the things in Yi An'an's basket, and finally took a fancy to the bottle of stinky tofu and picked it up.

The stinky tofu made by Yi Anan is actually just simply fermented. The taste is not that pungent and has a light fragrance. However, those who like stinky tofu may dislike it.

"Sister Lan, this little girl is from our commune, she is..."

"Can I try it?" Sister Lan asked Yi Anan before President Han finished speaking.

Yi Anan nodded.

Sister Lan asked President Han to get a new pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat and put it in the bowl.

"Add a little sesame oil!" Yi Anan said, "You can still eat it this way!"

Sister Lan glanced at President Han again.

President Han couldn't help but mutter, "You just want to be rare!"

Although President Han was unwilling, he still went to get a bottle of sesame oil, opened it, and dripped a little on it.

Sister Lan tasted it, her eyes became brighter and brighter. She glanced at Yi An'an and asked, "Is your hometown here? People here know this method."

Yi Anan smiled and said, "I'm from Yanjia Village down below, but this fermented bean curd was told to me by an old lady when I was dreaming. I tried it and it's really delicious!"

Sister Lan was stunned for a moment, "What does the old lady look like?"

"I remember. I remember she told me that her granddaughter liked to eat this. During the famine years, there were no vegetables, so they ate dry steamed bread and this fermented tofu!" Yi Anan said.

In her previous life, Yi An'an made this kind of fermented bean curd and gave it to a neighbor lady. The lady burst into tears on the spot and said it tasted the same as her grandmother's.

Yi Anan was not sure why Sister Lan liked this fermented bean curd, but since she was an important person, she had to find a way to get close to her, so she took a risk and gave it a try.

Sister Lan lowered her head, her eyes slightly moistened, and she whispered, "My grandma also liked to make this kind of fermented bean curd... How much is your fermented bean curd? I want it!"

Yi Anan quickly said: "It can be sold. President Han asked me to sell it here!"

Sister Lan looked at President Han.

President Han quickly said, "Sister Lan, these are pickles from our state-owned pickle factory. There is a threshold in our supply and marketing cooperative..."

"If the state-owned factory can make such delicious pickles, they will also pay us wages!" said Sister Lan.

President Han smiled helplessly. This was also true. The pickle factory was state-owned and the state was responsible for its profits and losses. However, the county's finances were tight this year and the funding had not arrived. Without the money, the workers naturally had no wages.

"Little girl, I'm in charge of whether the supply and marketing cooperative can sell your pickles, but I like your pickles, so please sell them all to me!" Sister Lan said, and asked someone to take out ten yuan. "You can make some more for the rest, and send them to me every three days. If you send them eight or ten times a month, I won't treat you unfairly!"

Sister Lan is a customer of the supply and marketing cooperative. Sister Lan's family is tired of eating meat and likes to eat pickles. Although these pickles are not worth much money and the supply and marketing cooperative is also short of people to sell goods, it still lacks customers like Sister Lan's husband, the director.

President Han quickly said, "Sister Lan, I can't do anything about it. Our supply and marketing cooperative has a policy..."

Sister Lan glanced at President Han and said, "It's okay. I can suggest that the pickle factory buy their matching products!"

Sister Lan asked someone to take away all the pickles.

"I came here today to buy pickles. Now that I've bought them, it's okay. Little girl, my home is at No. 7 Hualu Road. Go ask her and you'll know. I'm waiting for you to send me the pickles. Next time, I'll definitely have good news to tell you!" Sister Lan said, picking up the small bag and walking away with her hips twisted.

"Oh my god, a few cans of pickled vegetables cost ten yuan!" The members didn't dare to talk about it until Sister Lan left.

"Yes, they deliver it once every three days. Ten trips a month cost one dollar, which is two months' salary for us!"

"Are you afraid of choking to death after eating so many pickles?" The person who said this was Yi Jixiang, who was so angry in his heart!

Yi Anan glanced at Yi Jixiang, sneered in her heart, and stepped forward and said, "Sister, I'll give you these ten yuan. Fortunately, you told me that Sister Lan would come today, otherwise I would have to sell these pickles!"

At this moment, President Han was annoyed that Yi Anan had snatched away his clients. When he heard this, he immediately looked at Yi Jixiang.

Yi Jixiang only heard the first sentence and was about to raise her hand to take the money, but suddenly heard the second sentence. She was stunned. She looked up and saw President Han staring at her. She quickly explained: "President Han, don't listen to her. I don't know anything..."

She has only been working for a few days, how can she know Sister Lan at all!

Yi Anan took back the ten yuan with a smile, put it in her messenger bag, and said slowly: "Oh, I was too impatient and actually said this out loud. It's auspicious. Don't be afraid. Now we have Sister Lan as our customer. In the future, I will make pickles and you will deliver them. You can deliver once every three days. You can earn more than here, and you don't have to stand here all day to sell!"

Yi Jixiang was so angry. Before, Yi Anan just farted when he kicked her twice, but now she is so sharp-tongued that she can even frame someone!

"It seems that my small temple can accommodate your meal of Buddha!" ​​President Han said in a deep voice, "Yi Jixiang, if you are willing to work, do it. If you are willing to work, leave. How many people are scrambling to get in here!"