Xiang Mianmian curled her lips and said, "Your pearls are not good ones. A perfectly round pearl is only worth 20 cents, and it has to be at least 8mm. How can you sell such a weird-shaped one for so much?"
The stall owner had no idea what was going on, but he figured if he could sell two, someone else would definitely appreciate the product, so he waved his hand and sent them away:
"I won't sell it at that price. Good things are not sold at a low price. Go and have fun wherever you want. I won't sell it to you anyway."
Xiang Mianmian had no choice but to stand up and leave.
"Hey wait, why don't you leave me your address? If I'm free at noon, I can give the rest to your aunt."
The stall owner thought about it and called Xiang Mianmian.
He was afraid that if no one bought them, the clams would soon go bad, so he at least left the address as a safety measure.
Xiang Mianmian didn't want the clam meat, she wanted the pearls and clam shells, but the aunt was fictional, so where could she get her address?
I had to say, "Go to the backyard of Xiang's house on Minsheng Road at noon and knock on the door. I'll be home then, but the clam meat will be spoiled by then, so the price won't be the same anymore."
Forty-four pieces for 20 yuan, only 45 cents each, the stall owner gritted his teeth and bet that someone would buy it.
Xiang Mianmian didn't care about his inner conflict. Buying things is all about fate. It's best if you can buy something. If you can't buy pearls, you can still get by. They are not necessities.
She bought a meat bun and went to school with peace of mind. At noon, she returned home and sat under the mulberry tree in the backyard to enjoy the cool air.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
Hearing the knock on the door, Xiang Mianmian smiled.
See, isn’t this fate?
"Here they are, who is it?" Xiang Mianmian opened the latch of the back door and stuck her head out to look.
The stall owner pushed the cart with a bitter face. Seeing her eyes full of hope, he said, "Little girl, I still have forty-three river clams here. Including the one with three pearls on display, there are forty-four in total. Can you count them?"
He waited for the whole morning and sold another one. This time, only an olive-shaped pearl slightly larger than a grain of rice was produced. No one bought it when they saw it.
In addition, the weather was hot at noon, and most of the river clams died and smelled bad, so no one bought them.
The stall owner had no choice but to go to Xiang's backyard according to the address the little girl gave him.
The house was quite big, indicating that the family was quite wealthy. The stall owner observed the little girl and thought she could eat it, so he went up and knocked on the door.
Xiang Mianmian was not polite either. She covered her nose and said, "It stinks. The meat can't be eaten. How about this? I'll give you 16 yuan and deduct the money for the clam meat."
"Okay, I'll open it for you now?" The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief. He had no choice. It was good enough that someone was willing to clean up the mess. If the meat was smelly and inedible, he would definitely have to deduct money.
Xiang Mianmian nodded: "Okay, come in and open the door. I'll ask my aunt to get the money."
She asked the stall owner to bring in the bucket, and she ran into the house and actually took out 16 yuan from the storage compartment.
The stall owner was quick. He opened five clams in the time it took him to get the money. He watched the little girl take the money back and opened the clams even more excitedly.
There were five or six of these river clams that were still strong and had not spoiled yet, and the meat was edible, so the stall owner left them for her and cleaned them up to make a stir-fry dish.
A total of 92 pearls were opened, and including the 3 on display, the stall owner gave the remaining 95 pearls to Xiang Mianmian.
Since the stall owner sells pearls at 20 cents each, these are worth 19 yuan, which is a small profit.
"Here, here's 16 yuan. If you have anything nice in the future, you can come here and ask me. If my aunt or my mom likes it, she'll buy it for me."
Pay the money and receive the goods in return.
The stall owner then took the money with a smile on his face and took away all the rotten clam meat: "Okay, I'll keep it for you. Come back here when the time comes."
The two of them understood each other tacitly.
The stall owner will definitely sell them at the full price in the pigeon market, and only offer them to Mianmian to buy out the remaining goods if he can’t sell them.
Xiang Mianmian didn't care. She had found a way to buy these rare things. Why should she care whether they were clearance items or not? As long as the items were good, it was fine.
He ran away with the bucket quickly, and the stall owner didn't even spend half an hour selling the clams.
He earned 16 yuan after a busy morning, plus 1.8 yuan for three river clams in the morning, which was actually more than a temporary worker could earn in a month if he worked diligently.
The stall owner left happily with a bag of money. He only hoped that he could get more money from customers like Mianmian so that he could go down to the river to dig!
He closed the door to Mianmian, stuffed the pearl into the clam shell first, and then put it into the system storage compartment.
Only one storage grid is occupied, and there is a shrunken clam shell in the grid: clam shell*44.
He also took a soup bowl from the kitchen, used it to hold the clam meat, and put it into the system storage compartment.
She fetched soapy water from home and mopped the floor, removing most of the fishy smell. She would wait for the sun to slowly remove the remaining odor.
Then go to class as usual in the afternoon.
She still has to face homework when she gets home in the afternoon. Although she can handle it easily, who likes going to school?
While cooking dinner that night, Xiang Mianmian went to the chef Zhang Jidi and said, "Mom, someone came to our house to sell river clams. 60 cents is a lot."
She served a large bowl of clam meat to Zhang Jidi.
Zhang Jidi took a look and said, "Hmm, it's still fresh. It looks like it weighs more than a pound. I'll go get some chili peppers and fry them. We'll eat them tonight before they go bad."
Xiang Mianmian blinked twice: "Mom, what about my pocket money..."
Zhang Jidi angrily drove her away: "Isn't the allowance I give you enough? Sixty cents is enough to buy eight ounces of meat. What's the point of buying this river food?"
"Mom~try something new, and..." Xiang Mianmian secretly showed a few pearls in the palm of his hand.
Zhang Jidi saw it, his eyes lit up, and he asked quickly, "Where did you get this? Forget it, don't talk about it for now. Come to my room after dinner tonight."
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