Sanlang said, "Dad, my second brother sold a lot of bowls of bayberry soup!"
Si Niang said, "Mother, mother, the bayberry soup we made was sold out in no time. My eldest and second brothers went up the mountain to pick wild bayberries. We have to make some to sell tonight!"
Liu Ji was confused, but he still responded: "Not bad, not bad, Dalang, Erlang, let Daddy see if you have grown taller."
Ji Lang rolled his eyes. "It's only been ten days. How can I grow so fast? I'm not an onion."
Dalang gave face to his father and came forward with a heavy basket of sour wild bayberries, asking Liu Ji to demonstrate.
Qin Yao didn't expect that the bayberry soup for several people had been sold out, and the business was so good that she had to make a second batch.
Without hiding her surprise, she looked at Jiro and asked, "How much do you sell a bowl for?"
"Two cents a bowl." Erlang put down the basket on his body. It was full of bayberries and very heavy.
Then he said excitedly: "Mother, you don't know how much everyone likes the bayberry soup we make. When it comes to autumn harvest, they are willing to spend money..."
As soon as Qin Yao went out in the morning, Erlang and Dalang carried the clay pots filled with bayberries, while Sanlang and Si Niang took bowls and spoons and went out.
Dalang said he wanted to go to the village well, so Erlang took the bayberry soup directly to the field and sold it on the ridge.
As soon as I opened the jar, someone came up and asked about it, smelling the smell.
Dalang nervously said two cents a bowl, but he didn't expect the other party to order two bowls immediately.
They say the weather is too hot and the autumn harvest is too hard, so it's okay to spend money once in a while.
It turned out to be a good thing. The four brothers and sisters walked through acres of rice fields and delivered the goods directly to the people. They first gave them bayberry soup on credit, and then went back to the people's house to get the money.
As the morning went by, the cans in the backpack became lighter and lighter, and they were all sold out before I knew it.
Erlang pulled Qin Yao into the main room, looked at her expectantly, and then took out a sackcloth bag from his arms.
"Crash!" Pour it onto the dining table!
Dozens of copper coins fell down, making a pleasant and crisp sound.
I sold thirty bowls of bayberry soup for a total of sixty cents.
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