Chapter 57 Can I eat this donut?
Huh? What's going on? Why isn't anyone buying?
This unexpected silence took Ning Jia by surprise, and she became somewhat uneasy.
"Don't be shy, everyone. Just tell me what you like."
She pointed to the tiny twin-tailed figure standing beside her legs and said, "Star, do you have anything you like? Tell your big sister."
Xingxing tugged at her little braid, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pointed to a square hemp ornament in front of her and asked:
"Sister Ningjia, what's this for? Is there food inside?"
In a flash, Ning Jia suddenly understood:
"Oh, it's my fault, it's my fault! I didn't even explain to you how to play these things!"
Yes, although she played with these little gadgets during her student days, they were the first time these little people had ever seen them. They had no idea what they were for, so how could they possibly buy them?
Ning Jia quickly picked up the small hemp ornament and pointed to the pattern on it, saying:
"This is a small ornament with a cute little person drawn on it, happily playing among the flowers..."
As she spoke, she gently flipped the ornament over and then flipped it back over. Tiny sequins fell from the top, instantly adding a touch of dreamlike liveliness to the pattern of cute little figures playing.
"Look, isn't it beautiful!"
Wow! It's so beautiful! So pretty! It looks like snow!
The stars, along with the other tiny onlookers, watched intently, unable to contain their amazement.
Ning Jia chuckled, "This ornament is very cheap, only 20 yuan each. Limited quantity, first come, first served."
"I want one!" a little figure eagerly raised his hand.
"Okay, customer, please show your shopping voucher." Ning Jia smiled slightly and held out her hand to him.
The little man placed the stamp-sized shopping voucher on Ning Jia's large palm. Ning Jia quickly crossed out the number "200" with a pen and wrote "180" below it.
"200 minus 20 means there is 180 yuan left."
Ning Jia explained as she handed the small ornament to the little figure, "Thank you for your patronage! This is your hemp ornament, please take it!"
After going through this complete shopping process, the other little people understood and exclaimed, "Oh, I see! So that's how you buy things!"
They all looked at the shopping vouchers in their hands and fell into thought:
200 yuan seems like a lot of money, so does that mean I can buy whatever I want?
While they were pondering this, Ning Jia picked up several other small hemp ornaments and began to introduce them one by one:
"This is a starry sky pattern. Look, there's a moon and stars on it. This is a Christmas tree, a pine tree, with lots of cute little decorations hanging on it. And this one, this one is really fancy, it's a grassland and a rainbow..."
"These ornaments are the same as the previous one, 20 yuan each."
"I want it!" "I want it!" "Me too!" "I want a rainbow!"
In less than a minute, all five small hemp ornaments were sold out. The children left with their newly bought trinkets, and Ning Jia successfully earned 100 yuan.
She immediately changed her previous self-service sales model, putting all the other small items on the stall back into her suitcase, leaving only one item.
After the first group of shoppers returned with their items, Ning Jia cleared her throat, picked up a small, exquisite box in front of her, and began her "performance"—no, her product introduction.
She first held up the small transparent box, waved it around in front of the little figures to show it off, then immediately opened the outer packaging, opened the small box, and carefully took out a tiny flower-shaped piece from it:
"This pink flower is made of soap. It's called a soap flower. It's pretty, smells nice, and you can use it to wash your hands and take a bath. Isn't that great?"
The little people had already experienced the wonders of soap, and when Ning Jia said this, even the middle-aged little people like Cang Lan looked over with great interest.
Xingxing cautiously leaned closer to smell it, then blinked her big eyes. "It smells nice, but it's a different kind of fragrance."
Ning Jia nodded. "The soaps I usually give you are light and refreshing, but these soap sheets are floral. Each color has a different scent."
"Well... I can't bear to use them."
Ning Jia patted Xingxing's little head, "It doesn't necessarily have to be used for bathing, you can put it in your bag as a scented sachet."
"Oh, right!" The other little figures all looked like they had just realized something.
Ning Jia poured out many soap pieces from the box and spread them out in her palm to show them:
"Soap flower-shaped pieces, 5 yuan each, limited quantity, first come first served."
"I want one!" "I want two!" "I want the green one!" "I want the yellow one!"
A box of soap flower sheets sold out instantly, and Ning Jia earned 100 yuan.
"Um," Gan Cao, who hadn't managed to grab a photo, stared at the small, divided box next to her for a while before suddenly asking, "Do you sell this box too?"
Ning Jia was stunned for a moment, but reacted quickly: "Of course I'll sell them, 20 each, do you want one?"
...
After Gan Cao happily dragged away the small box with its lingering fragrance, Ning Jia realized that her thinking was still too limited, so she immediately decided to disassemble all the products and packaging and sell them separately!
So, after the entire box of crystal-clear colored glass stones was sold for 20 yuan each, the box containing the stones was also bought by a little person for 20 yuan.
After a box of scented square erasers sold out at 10 yuan each, the eraser box itself was also sold for 20 yuan.
"These little gadgets are not only beautiful and smell nice, but they can also be used as cushions or stools." Ning Jia thoughtfully provides after-sales service.
I see!
A little boy immediately put down the eraser he was carrying, placed it next to the stall, and then plopped down on it.
Hmm, it's softer than stone and has a bit of elasticity; it's quite comfortable.
The other little people followed suit, quickly sitting on stones or rubber mats, and circling around Ning Jia as if watching a circus.
As for those who didn't buy a "stool", they looked at the sitting tribesmen with envy: "If only I had bought one earlier!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, I have more."
Ning Jia chuckled and quickly pulled out another box of erasers from her suitcase!
Just kidding, she started collecting erasers when she was in elementary school. Back then, Ning Fang bought every style on the market, and her collection filled several drawers!
If it weren't for the fact that erasers oxidize over time, I would have given most of the ones I collected to relatives and friends, and I would still have a huge pile of them in my old home in Ningjia.
This box of erasers isn't your average square eraser; it's shaped like desserts, including mini cakes, donuts, cookies, and even Chinese-style lotus flower pastries and early morning pastries. Each one is incredibly colorful and lifelike.
Ning Jia had just picked up a donut-shaped eraser sprinkled with colorful "powdered sugar" when He Meng, sitting beside her, swallowed hard and asked:
"Ning Jia, is this edible?"
"Of course not!"
“The snacks in our world contain a lot of additives, so you can’t eat them for now,” Ning Jia quickly emphasized. “None of the products sold today are safe to eat, not even those that smell good!”
"Can I lick it?" He Meng touched the eraser under Xue Cao's butt next to her.
"Of course not! You'll get poisoned!"
Ning Jia deliberately made it sound very serious, after all, the little people's stomachs are relatively fragile and they haven't been exposed to the various unhealthy foods of the giant world yet, so it's better to be careful.
"……All right."
He Meng's little face was filled with disappointment, and she couldn't help but ask again, "Really, you don't sell food?"
"He Meng, didn't you just have dinner? Why do you want to eat again?"
Ning Jia's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do you think my cooking isn't good?"
"Of course not. I'm just... a little craving it, hehe."
He Meng quickly waved her hand and obediently squatted down to the side. Finally someone was cooking; she couldn't afford to upset the chef…
After a box of pastry-shaped erasers sold out, all the little figures had their own "little stools" and sat comfortably to continue their shopping for the day.
"What should we sell next? Let's sell single items."
Ning Jia rummaged through her suitcase and took out a mini whack-a-mole machine that was about the size of her palm.
"Ta-da! This is a whack-a-mole machine."
Faced with the bewildered little figures, Ning Jia didn't waste any words and immediately started operating:
"Look, it's like this. After pressing the switch, just press the light switch with your hand..."
She pressed buttons on the machine, operating it with great enthusiasm, while the little people stared blankly at the scene without making a sound.
"Ning Jia... why are you pressing like that?" Xue Cao couldn't help but ask.
"To prevent dementia," Ning Jia said casually, then corrected herself, "Uh, no... of course it's to relieve stress."
Seeing that the children showed no interest in the "stress relief" function, Ning Jia paused for a moment before realizing:
Right, the little people don't have to be corporate slaves. They have food and drink every day, do random work, and apart from not being able to poop, they don't have any pressure at all...
She thought for a moment and came up with a new sales reason:
"This whack-a-mole machine really tests your reaction time and can also expend your energy, making it a great exercise tool."
Exercise equipment? So that means it's for exercising?
Upon hearing this, He Meng, Shi Ying, Bai Su, and the other young adults all turned to look at them.
Ning Jia chuckled inwardly, but continued to promote the product, "You can try it before you buy! Anyone want to give it a try?"
"Bai Su, keep an eye on my little stool."
He Meng was the first to jump out, eagerly stepping forward. Under Ning Jia's guidance, she stretched out her little hand and slapped the machine. At first, she was a little clumsy, but as she played, she became completely engrossed and couldn't stop.
"Ning Jia, I'll buy this!"
After playing for a full five minutes, He Meng was forcibly dragged away, and shouted excitedly.
Although her little hands hurt a bit from slapping the big ball, she quickly came up with a new way to play: stomping on it with her feet!
Unaware that the whack-a-mole machine had been transformed into a stomp-a-mole machine or even a dance machine, Ning Jia quickly sold the item to He Meng for 20 yuan.
"Hehe, this fun thing is mine!"
He Meng proudly placed the whack-a-mole machine on his little head, showed it off in front of his tribesmen, and then put it away.
This move indeed attracted a lot of hatred, and the other villains couldn't help but feel envious:
"I want Ningjia too!" "Don't give it to Hemeng, give it to me!" "I want to buy it too!" "Are there any more?"
The two youngest members of the tribe, Tuantuan and Mengmeng, were still a little confused. Just as they were figuring out what was going on, they discovered that Hemeng had taken away their fun toy!
"Waaaaah, I want one too..."
The two little ones stared longingly at Ning Jia, then looked at the suitcase, and shed a few tears in their anxiety.
There's only one.
Ning Jia opened her large palm to them and shook it slightly, "Really, there isn't any."
He Meng looked at them warily, "Don't look at me, I won't give it to you even if I cry!"
“Well, He Meng arrived first, so there’s nothing we can do about you being late,” Ning Jia said.
Upon hearing this, the two little ones cried even louder.
Canglan came over and wiped away Mengmeng's tears. "Crying is fine, but using it to blackmail others is not acceptable."
"You two can cry all you want, we'll continue shopping..."
Before the words were finished, Tuantuan and Mengmeng immediately stopped crying and sobbed as they said:
"Me too, we want to keep shopping..."
Seeing this, Ning Jia immediately said, "Don't worry, everyone, there are plenty of good things to come."
As he spoke, he magically pulled out... yet another game console from his suitcase.
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