"What do you mean?"
The old lady looked confused.
"You've sold out all your vegetables, can you let me use your stall? I'll give you two cents.
Look, Auntie, I have some bean sprouts growing at home, and I want to try selling them, but I don’t have a stall.”
As Meng Shijie spoke, he took out a handful of bean sprouts from his backpack.
Several people nearby who were familiar with the old lady also leaned over to look.
"Your bean sprouts are growing well."
The old lady praised subconsciously, thinking that the bean sprouts Meng Shijie brought out were really good.
The others nodded, "That's good indeed.
You bean sprouts are growing so plump."
The man who said he would stop Meng Shijie if he didn't buy the old lady's vegetables, stretched out his hand, pinched one, and put it directly into his mouth and ate it raw with a crunch.
“It’s sweet and crunchy, and delicious even when eaten raw.
How much are your bean sprouts? Can you offer me a cheaper price? I'll buy a pound."
It just so happened that his little daughter said she wanted to eat bean sprouts, so he planned to buy some today.
These bean sprouts look better than those sold by the vendors here.
"Okay, since I'm sold out of my vegetables, I'll give you the stall."
The old lady saw that there were not many bean sprouts in Meng Shijie's backpack, and estimated that there were only about one or two pounds.
Now someone wanted to buy his bean sprouts, and was afraid that Meng Shijie would no longer want the stall and take back the two cents, so she said something, picked up her backpack and scale and left.
I didn’t expect the vegetables to sell out so quickly today, and I could even make a few extra cents.
After getting my son's medicine, I still have two cents left to buy two candy figures for my grandson.
Meng Shijie didn't care. He just wanted to build good relationships with these people in order to sell bean sprouts in the future.
“I use a secret recipe to grow these bean sprouts. As you can see, they are different from those sold by vendors.
It's a bit pricey, but it's definitely worth it. Not only is it sweet and crispy when eaten raw, but it's also sweet and crispy when fried. Kids love it."
"Okay, just tell me how much it costs per pound."
When the man heard that it was more expensive than others, he didn't want to buy it anymore. But after hearing Meng Shijie say that children like it, he still wanted to buy some.
These bean sprouts are really delicious. I can still taste the fragrance and sweetness of the bean sprouts in my mouth.
The bean sprouts sold at those stalls have a slightly bitter taste, which is very light and most people can hardly taste it.
But when compared with these bean sprouts, the difference is immediately apparent.
"I sell this for five cents a pound. Since you're my first buyer, I'll give you a discount of one cent, four cents!"
Meng Shijie said this with a painful look on his face, but considering that this was his first customer, he also looked bold and uninhibited, and that expression made him perform the role to the fullest.
"Okay, weigh me a pound, and put it higher."
"Brother, let's just be friends, I'll give you all these.
Even if you weigh one pound!"
Meng Shijie took out all the bean sprouts from the basket without weighing them.
He doesn't have a scale, so it seems he will have to buy one later.
There wasn't much in the backpack to begin with, and I gave it all to the man, who still thought well of me.
When the man heard that all of it was given to him, he looked at the bean sprouts that Meng Shijie took out, which were equivalent to three cents per pound, and he was quite happy.
"You come here to sell vegetables, and this is all you bring?"
"No, I filled a basket with them, and on the way I met a wealthy family doing some shopping, and I sold quite a bit, all for five cents a pound.
That's all that's left.
Bring more tomorrow."
"Then you are really lucky."
They were very envious of what Meng Shijie said.
"It's still five cents a pound, so you made a lot of money today, right?"
An old man next to him was very envious.
“Yeah, my bean sprouts, whoever sees them won’t say they’re good, and I can’t sell them if they’re not good.
The buyer also told me to deliver it every other day."
Zhou Jia Dalang watched Meng Shijie lie with his eyes wide open.
Meng Shijie pretended not to see Zhou Jia Dalang's look.
When you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself.
When a few people heard this, they realized that his bean sprouts were really selling well. Two of them also wanted to buy some, but they were a little disappointed when they saw that they were sold out.
The old man was a little skeptical, so he took one from the man and chewed it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's really delicious. Little brother, please save a pound for me tomorrow."
The old man was afraid that it would be sold out when Meng Shijie came here tomorrow, so he made a reservation in advance.
"Okay."
Meng Shijie looked at the man and asked why he hadn't given him the money yet.
The man searched around and even turned his purse inside out, but he couldn't find four cents, only two cents.
He smiled sheepishly.
"Little brother, I haven't sold any vegetables yet. Can I trade you some vegetables for these bean sprouts?"
Meng Shijie didn't expect that this person was better at calculating than him.
But he didn't refuse. He looked a little embarrassed, but finally nodded.
"Forget it, just treat it as making friends with Big Brother. Cabbage and radish are fine."
The man was really grateful to Meng Shijie at this time.
"Then I'll give you two radishes and two cabbages."
Each of his radishes weighed several kilograms, and a whole cabbage weighed several kilograms, so it must have weighed more than four kilograms.
Meng Shijie was also very happy.
"Brother, let me ask you something, how do you set up your stall here?
Can anyone set up a stall or do we need to rent one?"
"Of course you have to pay a stall fee. Ten cents a month is the stall fee. Who would let you set up a stall here if you don't pay it?"
The man did not hide anything and told Meng Shijie everything.
The two men even exchanged names. The man's name was Bian Yong, and he was from Bianjiazhuang, outside the city.
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