Juicy strawberries

Song Shixia's fruit stall soon welcomed customers.

The reason is that there are very few varieties of fruits on the market now, and if you want to eat something different, you can’t buy it even if you have money.

An old lady came with a basket of vegetables and squatted in front of Song Shixia to choose.

"Girl, how do you buy this fruit?"

"50 cents a pound, and each person only sells three pounds."

The old lady's eyes widened and she raised her voice unconsciously.

"Fifty cents?! Pork is ninety cents, and a pound of sugar is eighty cents. The fruit you put here is worth the price of the sugar and the meat."

Song Shixia patiently explained, "Grandma, as the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Do you think my fruit is fresh?"

She also deliberately raised her voice: "These are all fresh fruits picked from the garden. I will only sell them once. This opportunity will never come again."

"I don't know the market, so I just planted some at home, and the rest will be kept for my family to eat."

Before the old lady finished her words, a man with a briefcase under his armpits squeezed in.

“Can I have a strawberry?”

Song Shixia took one for him.

"It's not sprayed with pesticides, so you can eat it without worry."

The man took a bite of the strawberry and immediately took money out of his pocket.

"Give me five pounds of strawberries."

Song Shixia shook her head: "Each person is limited to buying three kilograms. I only sell my fruits after I have tasted them. You should know that the fruits taste good after you have tried them, right?"

The man was eager to give the gift: "Three pounds is fine, just pack it for me."

Song Shixia took out the food bag she had bought in advance and weighed three pounds of strawberries for him. This electronic scale belonged to her space.

The man left with the strawberries, and the old lady still couldn't believe that someone would be willing to spend fifty cents to buy fruit.

She advised, "Grandma, if you are in doubt, try a strawberry." The old lady was obviously a local and was not stingy when it came to spending money.

The old lady was skeptical and took the strawberries Song Shixia handed her.

She took a bite and her expression changed immediately. How could this strawberry be as sweet as sugar water!

From the moment the old lady loudly asked about the price of the fruit, which was fifty cents, several people gathered around to watch the fun.

The old lady wanted to eat another one, and Song Shixia looked at her with a smile.

"Weigh... weigh me a pound of strawberries."

The old lady looked at Sakura.

"Are your cherries sweet since they are so big?"

Song Shixia weighed the strawberries for her and said, "You can try two cherries, too."

The old lady tasted two and her expression changed immediately. My God, these cherries are so sweet!

"Weigh half a pound of cherries for me, or a pound."

The old lady refused to give up.

"Are plums sour?"

"I picked them two days in advance. They might be a little sour. They taste better after being left for two days."

The old lady thought of her pregnant daughter-in-law who liked to eat sour food. Her son was doing business outside and sent back 1,000 yuan last month, which was only enough to buy three kilograms of fruit. Maybe he won't be able to buy it in the future.

She gritted her teeth and made up her mind: "Okay, give me another pound of plums."

Everyone watched in indifference as the old lady took only two bites and then went from questioning to paying. If the old lady had not been a frequent customer at the market and was a familiar face, everyone would have suspected that she was an agent.

"Is this fruit really that delicious? You can get a good meal for just 50 cents."

The old lady couldn't help drooling when she thought of the sweet strawberries. She was unwilling to spend a lot of money to buy these fruits by herself.

"We'll know after we give it a try. This girl looks unfamiliar, so maybe she'll only be selling it this once. Don't miss this opportunity."

Some people were instigated by the old lady, whose family was considered to be a family with some assets.

"Let me try."

This young man also tried a cherry and a strawberry, and his eyes widened in disbelief as soon as he put them in his mouth.

"This is too sweet! Strawberries are sweeter than sugar water!"

"Is it really that exaggerated? It can be sweeter than sugar water. I think you are interested in the girl, right?"

The young man immediately retorted with a red face.

"Go, go, go, believe it or not, the boss weighed out two kilograms of strawberries and one kilogram of cherries for me."

Someone saw three people buying such expensive fruit in a row, thinking that it might be really delicious.

Word spread quickly, and soon everyone in the market knew there was a young girl selling fruit at the door, and the fruit she sold was both expensive and delicious.

By the time many people came here, the fruits had almost been sold out.

"Only pineapples are left. They are sold individually at one dollar each."

"Girl, why are you raising the price?"

Song Shixia explained helplessly: "You are the ones who suffer the loss when pineapples are sold by the kilogram."

The woman blushed and stepped back.

Song Shixia sold out all the fruits before two o'clock, and the old lady selling vegetables next door also sold out all her vegetables thanks to her.

The old lady said smugly: "Girl, will you come to sell fruit tomorrow? I'll help you watch the stall."

Those who didn't buy any fruit pricked up their ears.

Song Shixia smiled and shook her head.

"I won't sell them anymore. These are the only fruits I grow at home. We'll see you again if we're lucky."

Those who were still waiting to see what was going on regretted it. Why did they have to wait? They thought the girl would lower her price if she couldn't be sold, but who knew that groups of people came in and they didn't even have a chance to negotiate.

What the capital lacks the least is people who are willing to spend money on food and clothing. Even if they don't buy, there are plenty of people who will.

When the old lady returned home, she met her neighbor. They all lived in the same alley, so she invited her neighbor to eat a strawberry.

The neighbor was shocked after eating the strawberries and kept asking her where she bought them. The strawberries on the market this season are not only small in size, but also very sour.

"There is a young girl setting up a stall at the entrance of the vegetable market. Hurry up, or there will be no more."

The old lady's neighbors came in a hurry, but all the strawberries had been sold out, leaving only loquats and pineapples.

The neighbor immediately regretted it when he saw that the fruit was 50 cents per pound and pineapples were one dollar each.

Before she could hesitate for long, another customer came to buy a pound of loquats. Seeing that they were about to be sold out, she hurriedly bought the remaining loquats and a pineapple.

After buying the loquats, she remembered to taste them to see if they were sweet. She peeled a golden, round loquat right in front of her, and it looked really good.

When you take a bite of loquat, the sweetness of the juice goes straight into your heart, sweeter than strawberry.

The neighbors thought it was worth the money, and even though it was expensive, they could afford it.

She hurriedly asked, "Girl, when will you come to sell fruit next time?"

Song Shixia gave the standard answer: "We only grow this much at home. I don't know when we'll sell grapes and watermelons next time. Maybe in the summer."

The neighbor felt regretful but was also glad that he did not hesitate.

Song Shixia found a tricycle driver to help pull the turnover boxes to the temporary rented house and put all the boxes into the space.

She sold 50 kilograms of fruits each, a total of ten kinds of fruits, and earned 260 yuan.

Excluding the room and car rental fees, booth fees, and the amount of free samples given to guests, I made a net profit of about 255 yuan in two hours.

In order to avoid being seen, it is necessary to rent a house.

Song Shixia returned to the rented house, packed up her things and prepared to leave.

The owner of this house has only a pregnant woman and a daughter. It is said that the man is an electrician and rarely comes home.

Song Shixia handed the little girl an apple.

"I'm leaving. The room has been restored to its original state. Thank you and your mother for letting me rent the house for a day."

Her excuse for renting a house was that she came from another place to visit relatives and didn't dare to live outside, so she stayed at her house for a day.

It was very troublesome to stay in a hotel at this time. She didn't know whether she had received any special treatment because of Ji Weiqing's identity. It would be difficult to explain if Ji Weiqing knew about it.

Ji Xueya returned home and saw a plate of bright red strawberries on the table.

He looked towards the kitchen and asked: "Where did you buy these strawberries? They are so big."

Han Rong was busy with her hands: "Today, a female colleague's husband came to help me with maternity leave and brought me some strawberries. I thought they looked good, so I accepted them."

Ji Xueya disagreed: "Just take a leave if you want. Why are you collecting things?"

Han Rong glanced at him and said, "What would he think if I didn't accept the gift he brought when he came to visit? Besides, it was just strawberries, and the officer was at home, how could I make a mistake?"

Ji Xueya's expression finally calmed down.

"I don't know where these young people learned this from. Fortunately, it's strawberry, otherwise I would have criticized it harshly."

Han Rong picked up a strawberry and stuffed it into her husband's mouth.

"Eat it. I'm a little reluctant to eat these strawberries. Yangyang and Yuanyuan will definitely like them."

Ji Xueya smacked his lips. The strawberry was so sweet. He took another strawberry.

"Just buy them some next time. You're such a stingy person."

Han Rong was too lazy to pay attention to him, "You are an old man and you are still talking nonsense."

Ji Xueya didn't take it seriously. He ate one strawberry after another. How could the strawberry be so sweet? He stopped eating when he ate a sour strawberry.

Song Shixia met Aunt Feng at the agreed place, and Aunt Feng brought her some steaming buns.

"My niece's wife's craftsmanship, come and try it."

Song Shixia had no appetite, so she was overwhelmed by the big bowl of noodles.

"I just finished my meal and my stomach is still full."

"What did you eat? Why are you still eating out? I should have brought you to my nephew's house earlier."

Song Shixia quickly explained: "My relatives treated us and we had a big bowl of noodles."

"I told you that you are such a good cook, you must not be used to eating out."

The two entered the department store while talking.

"Is there anything you want to buy?"

Song Shixia wanted to buy some nice fabrics and a few suitable ready-made clothes.

"Let's wait and see." She was a little unsure about the clothing style in the mall.

As she expected, she didn't like the styles of clothes in the mall, but she liked a lot of the fabrics.

Aunt Feng was puzzled: "Why did you buy so much material?"

"If there's no clothes you like, you can only buy some fabric and make them yourself."

She has a wardrobe in her cabin, which contains her clothes for all seasons. If the winter is really cold, she might take out her down jacket, but other clothes are hard to take out.

Aunt Feng saw her tear out five or six cloths of different colors and styles.

"Can you wear this?"

Song Shixia looked around and said, "I'll buy enough in one trip to the city, so I won't come next time."

Aunt Feng understood that Xiao Song didn't plan to go to the city often so he wanted to buy everything at once, so she simply helped to select the materials.

Song Shixia went to the daily necessities area to buy soap, washing powder, etc., and bought summer sandals for the two little guys.

"Auntie, do you know where there is a cake shop?"

"Cake? That thing is so expensive, and it's not even as delicious as the brown sugar steamed cake you made."

"I promised to buy them a cake before I left. You can't lie to children."

Aunt Feng felt a little guilty, so she often lied to her children.

"I know. It's right here on this street."

After paying, Song Shixia put the fabric into the bag and carried the backpack with one hand.

Aunt Feng stared at her bag: "Your bag is so beautiful, did you make it yourself?"

This is a bag she made herself, and the cross-stitch on it was sewed by her own hands, but it is not from this world.

"It's just for fun, the stitches are crooked."

As soon as I left the building, I heard a woman screaming outside.

"Robbery!"