They were all dressed in white shirts, red scarves, and black trousers, with large red scarves tied around their chests.
Today, Saturday, the school organized a sketching trip for the children to the park.
She had encountered Song Yaozu several times in her past life, and at that time she wanted him to learn painting to cultivate his mind.
As a result, he was hopeless and didn't like it at all!
So when the group of children approached, she shouted loudly and energetically.
"A cream popsicle costs one cent, a cream ice cream costs two and a half cents, and a big red fruit ice cream is sweet and sour for three cents!"
Upon hearing that ice cream was for sale, the children's attention was entirely focused on the woman.
Immediately, a child asked the teacher in charge, "Can we go buy ice cream?"
The teacher in charge thought that having some ice cream would be fine, so she said to the children, "Everyone, line up to buy some, and spend according to your own ability. I'll wait for you at the intersection."
The students yelled and lined up to buy ice cream.
When Lu Zhixia saw the children running over, she immediately greeted them with a smile.
"Take your time, everyone, there's no rush. I have plenty of ice cream here."
"Auntie, I'd like a creamy ice cream."
"I want two popsicles."
"Three red berries!"
Lu Zhixia took out the ice cream as requested, and then paid for it on the spot. Only then did she realize that she didn't have enough change. Fortunately, most of them had change.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the ice cream in the box had been sold. The children took the ice cream and squatted or stood down to eat it.
Lu Zhixia returned the favor by taking two cream ice creams and approaching the two teachers.
"It's too hot, and it's not easy for the two teachers to bring the children out. These two ice creams are for you to have. I can't do business without your permission."
Mr. Wu was a little surprised. This woman was very honest, but he couldn't just eat her ice cream for free, so he took out his money from his pocket.
"We'll keep the ice cream, but you have to pay for it."
"I won't take this money. These ice creams are for you." Lu Zhixia refused the money the teacher offered, stuffed the two ice creams into the cloth bag the teacher was carrying, and then turned and left.
Teacher Wu chased after him to give him money, but Teacher Tao, who was standing next to him, stopped him.
"Forget it, she wanted to treat us to a meal. Arguing over a few cents is really not a good thing. Next time we see her, we'll just go and buy it directly."
Teacher Wu thought to herself, "That makes sense. The ice cream isn't worth much, but this gesture warms my heart."
The children who had finished their ice cream walked over here, so the staff had to continue leading the group inside. They wanted the children to see more real-life scenes today, so they chose to come to the park.
Lu Zhixia deliberately pushed the cart around and left, then stopped the cart at a bend, and plopped down on the stone platform to start counting the money. One cent, two cents, the largest denomination was two dimes, a thick stack of small bills.
The cost was less than 15 yuan, but now I have more than 20 yuan in hand, which means I have made a profit of seven or eight yuan.
She laughed happily; earning this money was so comfortable.
He stuffed the money into his pocket, then got on his bike and started hawking his wares along the way, the ice cream in the box dwindling.
The weather was just too hot, so some people had to eat even if they didn't want to. In the end, there were still five ice creams left in the box. She parked her car on the side of the road and stood under a willow tree to cool off.
It was so hot that I took out an ice pop to eat.
It has to be said that the block of ice played a big role; otherwise, these ice creams would have melted long ago.
Just then, I saw an old man carrying a shoulder pole walking by. He looked somewhat familiar. The old man had an otherworldly and venerable appearance, the kind that you would never forget once you saw him.
Suddenly she remembered who it was; she had seen him on TV before, during a television interview when the old man celebrated his 100th birthday.
In other words, this is an extraordinary person, and we must befriend him, as it is a destiny bestowed upon us by God!
I remember during the interview, he mentioned that the old man was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who had made a kind of pill that could strengthen the body and prolong life.
Lu Zhixia generously stepped forward to help, took the old man's carrying pole from him, and then gently put it down.
"Thank you, young lady!" the old man said with a smile.
"You're welcome!" Lu Zhixia waved her hand.
The old man opened the bag, took out another fertilizer bag, spread it on the ground, and then took out the white cloth bags one by one. He opened them one by one, and the contents spilled out.
Only then did I realize that it contained medicinal herbs: Polygonum multiflorum, wolfberry, chrysanthemum, cornus officinalis, cinnamon, dried tangerine peel... I estimated there were about a dozen kinds.
"Grandpa, did you pick all these medicinal herbs?"
“I didn’t pick them; my family and other villagers did. Would you like to buy some? These cinnamon sticks smell amazing when stewed with meat. I sell them for less than the supply and marketing cooperative.”
"Let me take a look first."
Lu Zhixia had a sudden inspiration: the mountain was full of medicinal herbs. If she could find some valuable herbs, she would have a foundation.
People gathered around to buy the medicinal herbs. The old man took out a small scale and started talking to everyone. Soon, he sold a lot of herbs.
Lu Zhixia watched from the side and found that these medicinal herbs were not cheap, with the less expensive ones selling for two or three yuan per kilogram.
The more expensive ones cost more than 10 yuan, but people don't buy a lot of them; they only buy very small portions, a few yuan or a tael.
The old man was quite old, but he was very efficient at calculating accounts and rarely made mistakes.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and there were hardly any people around the stall.
The old man has already received fifty or sixty yuan, which is equivalent to a month's salary for an ordinary worker.
Lu Zhixia took the opportunity to take out an ice cream from the box and handed it to the old man.
"Grandpa, I'll treat you to ice cream."
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