Chapter 247
It was already noon after the worship, and everyone was a little hungry after a morning of trekking.
"Come on, come on, eat! Our ancestors have finished eating, it's our turn!"
Second aunt invited everyone to eat. She brought chopsticks in her basket when she came. Zongzi, glutinous rice, braised pork, fruits, and sugar cakes were all ready to eat.
It is quite interesting for the whole family to gather in the mountains and forests, in front of the ancestors' graves, and eat these homemade specialties.
When Su Miao got home, she was exhausted. She changed her clothes and fell asleep immediately. When she opened her eyes again, it was time for dinner.
After a busy day, the threshing ground became lively again in the evening. Except for some men who were still drinking, the idle villagers all came to the threshing ground to compete in singing. This was a real moment of relaxation.
Today's singing competition has no theme, no rules, and no regulations. Anyone can sing whatever they want and sing whatever comes to mind.
Su Miao just came along to watch the fun, but he couldn't sing the whole song. At most, he followed his second aunt's song and sang "Yo Yo" and "Hey Liao Liao" at the end.
Several little nephews and nieces felt a little bored as they listened, so they took out a picture book and sat in a circle reading it.
When Su Miao walked over, they automatically made room for her to squat.
Xiaoxi asked, "Auntie, this is Calabash Brothers, have you seen it?"
Hu Zi said, "Nonsense, my aunt is from the city and has a TV at home, so she must watch it every day."
"Wow~"
Hu Zi's words made the group of children look at Su Miao with great envy. This was the most popular cartoon in the past two years. Last year when the Wei family was still around, they pulled the TV into the yard and they were able to watch the entire show.
The evenings during that period were the time they looked forward to the most, but after the incident with the Wei family, they no longer had TV to watch.
This is a picture book that Uncle Xiang bought for them from the county town. Although it is not in color, it is enough to make them happy.
Su Miao looked at the picture book, which should be called a comic book, and said, "You like to read comics? Is this the kind of picture book?"
The children chirped in reply:
"Yeah! Auntie! We don't have a TV to watch cartoons. The stories in the picture books are similar to those in the cartoons, but you need to buy them with money."
"We all saved up our money to buy it and read it together. This was given to us by Uncle Xiang. He said that when he and his new aunt get married, he'll let me go trampoline!"
Su Miao said: "Then I will also give you comic books. I will buy you many different stories."
The children cheered, hoping to get the comic book, but were worried that Su Miao would spend too much money.
"Aunt, then you can just buy us a copy and we can read it together."
"Aunt, you can go to the second-hand bookstall to buy it. The books there are much cheaper than new books."
"Aunt, thank you. I'll give you the card I drew."
Nephew Lele took out a rectangular piece of cardboard from his trouser pocket. It seemed to be cut from the cardboard box. On it was a copy of the Black Cat Sheriff with childish strokes.
Although the painting is a bit crooked, you can tell that it was done with care.
Su Miao accepted the card and said, "Thank you, Lele. When I get back, I'll find comic books for you and send them directly to your second grandfather's store. I'll ask you to pick them up when the time comes."
"Great! My aunt is so nice. I like her the most."
"Me too! I love my aunt the most!"
"I love my aunt the most!"
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In the evening, before taking a shower, Su Miao took the card out of his pocket and put it on the table, and suddenly an idea came to him.
Cards? Animated cards?
She suddenly remembered that in the mid-1990s, a kind of instant noodles became popular. The package contained crispy instant noodles sprinkled with fragrant seasonings. Not only children but also adults could not stop eating it.
Someone once bought 20 boxes of instant noodles at one time, not only because he was obsessed with the taste, but also to collect the "Water Margin" hero cards inside.
If you collect 108 tickets, you can redeem them for the grand prize. Su Miao had eaten quite a few when he was in college, but it seemed that everyone was missing the same few tickets. I have never heard of anyone winning the grand prize.
At that time, she also guessed that the merchant had deliberately printed fewer tickets when producing them in order to avoid having to redeem expensive prizes.
The production of instant noodles requires mechanization, and since she doesn't understand how to make it, she didn't consider it.
But this marketing technique can be learned!
Each can of papaya shreds comes with a card, which can be redeemed for prizes after collecting all the cards. The value of the prizes must be attractive enough to promote consumption.
According to the experience of instant noodles, by then many people will exchange cards with each other, which will increase the topic and promote the product invisibly.
That's it! I'll talk it over with Dad when I get home.
They returned the next day, and my second aunt packed several large bags of homemade delicacies for them to take back to Nanning.
It was only one o'clock in the afternoon when Su Miao returned to Nancheng. After eating a bowl of noodles, he went to the Cultural Palace.
There are many second-hand book stalls around the Cultural Palace. I don’t know how many second-hand books they sell, but they are very cheap. There are no shelves or anything. They are just spread out on the ground for you to choose. The more particular stall owners will put a few woven bags as a cushion.
Sometimes there are some old cassettes and some antiques that are difficult to tell whether they are real or fake are also put on the ground for sale.
The owner of the used bookstall was probably the most leisurely owner Su Miao had ever met.
Most of the time he would slowly set up his stall around 10 o'clock, spread out the books, and then start walking around and chatting with the owners of other stalls.
After a while it was lunch time. After lunch they would sit on the recliners and take a nap. After waking up they would gather in groups of three or five to play cards, completely ignoring the stalls.
He neither solicited customers nor worried about the books on the stall being stolen. When Su Miao just arrived, a customer had just picked out a book and was about to pay. When he looked up, the boss was gone.
After calling out to the stall several times but seeing no one come back, the stall owner next to him would say, "Put the money on his chair and cover it with a book."
"So how much is this?"
"Um... I picked all the June Meetings. They're only ten cents a copy!"
The current price of the new edition of "June Club" is 35 cents. Su Miao took a look and found that many of them were from last year. They were not too old journals and were well preserved. A book that was 70% to 80% new at 1 cent was considered cheap.
She took a quick look at several stalls and found a wide variety of products, including novels and magazines for entertainment, world-class literary classics from China and abroad, books on the I Ching and Gossip, popular science knowledge, and so on. There were even some tattered illegal adult prints thrown in the corner.
In short, no matter what gender, age or status, everyone can find books that suit them here.
Most of the bosses were too lazy to sort the books, so everyone could only squat on the ground and slowly choose. Only when asking for the price would the boss slowly look up and then quote a pleasing price.
Some children who are craving for books but have no money to buy them come and sit on the floor with a book in their hands and read all day without the boss turning them away. Su Miao feels that this kind of leisurely lifestyle is nothing like this era where everything must be proactive and enterprising, and it is at least several decades ahead.
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