Chapter 22: The little girl is playing house
Sun is smart and decisive, but unfortunately she is young and has little experience...
I'm afraid she's thinking things are too simple.
The result before us is just cutting the grass, the root has not been removed yet...
Grandma Su felt uneasy as she looked at her granddaughter who was hungry after a busy day. Words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say anything else.
Su Xiaoli took a sip of the porridge, her eyes twinkling, "Grandma, I want to rent a stall in the farmer's market."
"Are you planning to sell peanuts in the market?" Grandma Su collected her thoughts and carefully considered Su Xiaoli's words.
Su Xiaoli nodded, "I will start school in ten days, and I will be in my third year of high school. If I set up a stall every night, I will have less time to review.
Why don't we set up a stall in the market, so we can avoid the wind and rain."
Grandma Su followed her granddaughter's line of thought.
"I think it's OK, but I'll be busy in the cafeteria at noon and miss the best business time."
Of course it's nice to have a stall, but the timing is a bit awkward.
"Then let's hire someone."
Su Xiaoli knew that Grandma Su loved her, but was reluctant to give up her fixed monthly income, and it was even more difficult to reject Li Zhengde's good intention of arranging for her to help in the kitchen.
"Hiring someone? Is that possible?"
Grandma Su couldn't understand why they were spending money when the business hadn't even opened yet.
Su Xiaoli smiled faintly and said nothing more.
She had an idea of the candidate in mind, but she still had to ask the person involved.
After breakfast the next day, Gu Feihan hadn't gotten up yet. It seemed that he completely treated this place as his own home and was very comfortable.
Su Xiaoli ignored him and walked straight to the center of the county town.
No matter how many lifetimes she lives, she will always choose to keep herself in the best shape through action.
Use actions to relieve current anxiety, and use efforts to win the final results.
Man proposes, God disposes. If you want to enjoy natural relaxation, you must plan first.
She remembered that there were two larger farmers' markets in the county. If she wanted to do a good job, she had to compare which one was more suitable.
She walked and stopped along the way, observing and recording with the same enthusiasm as when she was doing scientific research in the laboratory.
Residential areas, schools, hospitals, institutions, small restaurants, supply and marketing cooperatives... Where there are many people, people there are more likely to consume these snacks...
It has to be admitted that Lingzheng County is not only poor in terms of economy and finance, but even most of the small business owners are somewhat restrained.
Many stalls simply put the goods there and answer questions when asked. Very few actively solicit customers.
She spent the entire morning visiting the two markets in the center of the county town from beginning to end.
Not only did he ask around at the stalls and among the stall owners and customers, he also compared the flow of people, residents' conditions, and supporting facilities around the two markets.
Finally I chose a relatively suitable one.
It was already past ten in the morning, and the market was still bustling with people.
She walked into the management office. The manager inside was a man in his 30s. He was sitting with his legs crossed, smoking and chatting with someone.
Su Xiaoli politely explained her purpose to him, and after she had said a few words, the elder brother waved his hand arrogantly.
"Go, go, go! There's no place and no time. Can't you see that this place is busy?"
Although his official position is not high, he has a big airs.
Su Xiaoli's eyes turned cold.
When you go out to do business and make money, there is no need to confront such people, nor is there any need to please them blindly. It seems that you can only try your luck in another market.
She walked into another market that she was not optimistic about. There was an "iron general" hanging on the door of the management office and the lights were off inside.
Strange? Isn't it working hours? Why is the door locked?
She ran to a shop selling pickled meat noodles across the market, ordered a small bowl of noodles, and started chatting with the aunt who was selling the noodles.
Su Xiaoli was sweet-spoken and good at talking. The aunt had nothing to do, so she started chatting with her while rolling noodles in her hands.
Only then did she understand why it was so deserted; this market was the oldest one in the county.
In Lingzheng County, a small area the size of a palm, there are two farmers' markets, about three or four miles apart.
The newly opened market has plenty of stalls and is cleaner and brighter, which attracts a lot of people. As a result, the business of this old market is not so good anymore.
Recently, there was a rumor that the government felt there was no need to open two stores and that this one should be closed.
"Little girl, next time you come, I wonder if you can still eat this bowl of pickled pork noodles."
The aunt’s surname was Chen. She handed a steaming bowl of pickled meat noodles to Su Xiaoli.
Pickled meat noodles are a local delicacy unique to Lingzheng County. The pickled meat from the mountainous area has a unique flavor that is fragrant and not greasy.
The noodles are made from potatoes, beans and sweet potato vermicelli. They are traditional hand-rolled noodles that are rolled and eaten fresh, and are very chewy, strong and smooth.
The bowl was so big that it almost overflowed from the edge. The aroma was so fragrant that Su Xiaoli couldn't help but drool.
She didn't have time to think too much, and picked up the pickled meat noodles to eat happily, "Aunt Chen, this noodle is so delicious, I will definitely eat it again."
Su Xiaoli was speaking from the heart.
This pickled pork noodles is so delicious that you will want another bowl after eating it.
She chatted in Aunt Chen's shop until after 2 o'clock, when she saw an uncle slowly open the door of the management office.
She ran over and gave her signature smile.
When the uncle heard what she meant, he thought she was joking.
"Little girl from which family? Go back quickly."
"Uncle, I'm talking to you seriously." Su Xiaoli was not annoyed and handed over a box of "Taiwushan".
The uncle was amused. "Little girl, you've already learned to bribe people with such an expensive thing at such a young age?"
"Look at what you said. When I set up a stall in the future, I will have to ask you to take care of me."
The uncle then began to believe it halfway, and it seemed that he really wanted to set up a stall.
"Come in and sit down, and tell me what you think." The uncle's tone was finally not so impatient.
This uncle's name is Zhou Zhiyong. He is the manager of this old market. The market has been open for twenty years and he has been working here for twenty years. He knows this place best.
"Your name is Su Xiaoli, right? It's not that I don't allow you to set up a stall, but this market is almost untenable now. Letting you in would harm you.
You can see it too, it’s been a whole day, and only a few people come to buy things?
The stall owners are so lazy and sloppy, they don’t keep the place clean, and the rotten vegetable stems are almost stinking when they are left there.”
Zhou Zhiyong's mouth was dry after speaking, so he took a few gulps of water from the enamel pot before continuing:
“Hey, I heard that the county government told our superiors that if the market still doesn’t work this year, it will be closed next year to avoid it being in a state of limbo.
People are in a panic now and stall owners have no intention of doing business.
Those with connections either go to newly opened markets to get stalls or do other jobs, while those without connections are struggling to survive here, taking things one step at a time."
To be honest, he has the deepest feelings for this market, otherwise he wouldn't turn into a chatterbox when he feels sad and complain a lot.
He really hoped that this place could regain its former prosperity.
pity……
If it weren't for the sake of "Taiwu Mountain" and the fact that the little girl was so smart, he wouldn't have bothered to persuade her with all his heart.
Why don’t you go back to study? Why do you want to do this losing business?
What’s the point?
Su Xiaoli listened to Zhou Zhiyong's complaints patiently, and after carefully analyzing what she saw in the morning, she said, "Uncle Zhou, I understand what you are talking about. How about this? I will double the number of people coming to the market within a week, and then we can talk about the next thing."
Her voice was not loud, but her tone was firm.
Zhou Zhiyong couldn't believe his ears.
Double? No kidding.
The little girl is playing house.
What can a little girl accomplish? Su Xiaoli ignored Zhou Zhiyong's strange look and continued, "Uncle Zhou, I have only one condition: I can use any place in the market where there is no stall for this week. Do you agree?"
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