Seeing that many people were looking over, Qiao Xiaoni shouted to everyone, "Delicious and inexpensive vegetable pancakes, only eight cents each! Everyone should try them! They're very oily, you won't regret it. If you buy them too late, they'll be gone. There are only so many left."
A little girl in the crowd tugged at the hand of a middle-aged woman next to her and said, "Mom, I want to eat a vegetable pancake, can you buy me one?"
"Eight cents is too expensive. I'll buy you one if you don't want candy today," the middle-aged woman replied with a smile. Candy is much more precious than vegetable pancakes, mainly because it's not filling; the child always wants more after finishing one. A large vegetable pancake is much more practical. If the child can't finish it, he can give it to his father.
The little girl thought for a moment and nodded: "I want to eat vegetable pancakes, they look so delicious."
From everyone's reactions, Qiao Xiaoni realized that it seemed no one here had ever made vegetable pancakes before. She figured it might be a local custom. Although there was television in this era, it only broadcast the evening news and a few dramas. She had once considered using her memories to seize the opportunity and make a fortune.
After thinking about it, she realized that if she changed history, things would be unpredictable. So, she decided to use her culinary skills to make a fortune through food. This shouldn't change history, since with economic development, people have more and more delicious foods to eat. She used very ordinary ingredients... she was sure she could make money.
The middle-aged woman took out eight cents, and Qiao Xiaoni took out the dried corn husks and wrapped the vegetable pancake in them. She placed it in a bowl when the basket was handed over, and the transaction was complete. The little girl stared intently at the vegetable pancake in the bowl and obediently left with her mother.
You can tell from the baskets people are carrying that plastic bags weren't common back then.
After selling a single vegetable pancake at the start of her business, Qiao Xiaoni was brimming with confidence and hawked her wares even more energetically. She noticed there were no stalls selling fried dough sticks in town, which gave her a bold idea: to set up a stall selling fried dough sticks. This way, her family could all participate, and if it sold well, it could be a very good business.
Qiao Xiaoshan watched in stunned silence as his sister's words flowed from her mouth as if they were free. People around them bought vegetable pancakes one after another.
A middle-aged man didn't take it on the spot, but took a bite, gave a thumbs up, and said...
"This vegetable pancake is so delicious, give me two more."
Qiao Xiaoni wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the basket. There were only ten vegetable pancakes left. It looked like they would all be sold out today. She had drunk a bowl of porridge in the morning in order to come to the market, and now she was a little hungry. She guessed that her brother was hungry too.
Fifty vegetable pancakes sold for four yuan, enough to buy a lot of things. Everyone gave small change, and the pocket for money was quickly filled.
There were only two vegetable pancakes left. Grandma Sun, who sold shoe insoles, couldn't resist any longer and tugged at Qiao Xiaoni's outer pants.
"Honey, can I trade a pair of insoles for two vegetable pancakes?"
Qiao Xiaoni glanced at the old lady; she was just a street vendor, and perhaps she might need her help someday.
"Okay, then I'll give you the remaining two vegetable pancakes."
The onlookers were no longer calm, and several people started clamoring to buy it.
Qiao Xiaoni smiled and said to them, "I will make vegetable pancakes again tomorrow morning. The filling will be improved. If you want to buy some, you can come here and wait for me."
Having received a benefit, Grandma Sun quickly chimed in, "I'll save you a spot tomorrow morning, since I'll be there early anyway."
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