Zhu Cuilan was shouting, Yang Donghu was greeting customers, and Zhao Fangchu was collecting the money. The sales were going smoothly. Some of the vendors at the stalls next to them couldn't resist the smell and came over to ask the price.
The market on the 15th does not end until the evening. The stall owners selling things here do not go back home at noon, so they just eat the food they bring with them.
The stall owner who came to buy fish was a person selling ointment. Yang Donghu scooped a full spoonful of soup and poured it on his rice. To express his gratitude, the stall owner gave him a box of ointment.
Before noon, almost all the fish were sold out, even the big grass carp.
The three of them counted the copper coins they had collected and found that they had made a total of one tael and one liang. Yang Donghu was so excited that his hands felt heavy as if he was dreaming, and he couldn't stop smiling.
Making money always makes people happy. Zhu Cuilan felt very relieved. Who says boys are not as good as girls? Their Donghu is a man who can make money and will definitely have a good future.
"Auntie, I'm so grateful for your help today. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to sell so quickly. It's almost noon now, I'll treat you and Fang Chu to dinner."
When Zhao Fangchu heard the word "eat", nothing else came to his mind. He said happily, "Okay, okay, Brother Dong, I want to eat fresh meat wontons. The one at the east end of the street is delicious."
Zhu Cuilan was amused by his silly look and tapped his head with her finger, scolding him with a smile: "All you have left is the desire to eat. You must be a starving ghost."
Turning around, she smiled at Yang Donghu and said, "I just made some money, let it warm up before spending it. When you go out with me, I won't let you spend any money, I'll pay for it."
"Auntie, it's my duty to respect you. Please don't argue with me."
Yang Donghu knew that Zhu Cuilan would definitely not take the money, so it would be better to buy something later and bring it back.
Zhu Cuilan really liked Dong Hu. He was good at dealing with people and talking sweetly. That was the only way to live a happy life with him. So she stopped arguing with him and said, "Okay, thanks to Dong Hu today, I'll also try those fresh meat wontons."
Before she left, she left some rice in the pot, which she could eat after heating it up a little, so she didn't worry that Zhao He would be hungry.
The three of them packed up their miscellaneous things, happily pulled the cart, and went to taste the fragrant fresh meat wontons.
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