Liu Qingshan looked at her in surprise: "Boss, I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable, you actually know so much." ”

"Haha, I'm called a long-term illness. ”

Liu Qingshan recalled: "When my grandfather was still alive, he was a barefoot doctor in the village, although he didn't know much, but he never deceived people, one is one, two is two, oranges are oranges, and oranges are oranges." ”

It is recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica: orange is small, its petals taste slightly vinegar (i.e., sour), its skin is thin and red, and the taste is pungent and bitter; citrus is larger than orange, its petals taste sorrel, its skin is slightly thicker and yellow, and the leaves are pungent and sweet.

Generally speaking, the fruit shape of mandarin orange is round, yellow-red, the skin is tight and fine and not easy to peel, juicy and sweet; the fruit shape of orange is flat, red or yellow, the skin is thin and smooth and easy to peel, and the taste is slightly sweet and sour.

Although the two look similar, they are still easily recognizable.

The proprietress nodded, put half an orange in her mouth, squinted her eyes slightly, chewed slowly, and then after a while, she spit out a few soybean-sized cores into her palm, and said with a smile: "Although this orange tastes a little sour, it is just right, sweet and sour, sour and a little bitter, eat an orange, you can feel several flavors, it is really appetizing and greasy." ”

Liu Yuanhe was happy to see the proprietress so knowledgeable: "If everyone says like you, then these oranges of mine will not be sold." ”

That being said, the reality is that people have a sweet tooth.

In front of the cheaper sugar oranges and oranges, few people will choose this sweet and sour orange.

So the father and son have been setting up orange stalls for almost an hour, and they haven't been able to sell a pound of oranges.

Liu Qingshan was a little worried: "Dad, this orange is not as good as winter bamboo shoots." Winter bamboo shoots are not competitive, but the competitiveness of this orange is too great, whether it is compared to price or taste, it is not as good as other people's sugar oranges and oranges. ”

"It's fine. Liu Yuanhe was open-minded, "Wait and see, don't worry." ”

Liu Qingshan looked at the sun approaching directly above, and then looked at the sparsely populated streets, and said that he was not in a hurry, it was impossible.

If you stay here with your dad for a day and don't sell a pound of oranges, it will not only become a joke, but also waste a day's time.

If you dig winter bamboo shoots on this day, it will be more than 2,000 yuan.

Seeing that his son's face was a little anxious, Liu Yuanhe took a big sip of chrysanthemum tea and said: "Qingshan, this road is taken step by step, the rice is eaten one bite at a time, you want to sell out of oranges at once, that's unrealistic, you have to be a little patient, young people don't be so impetuous." ”

"I'm not impetuous, I'm in a hurry. ”

"That's not the same. ”

While talking, a middle-aged man stopped in front of the fruit stall, picked up an orange from the snakeskin bag, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, his eyes immediately lit up: "This is the orange from the old orange tree." ”

Liu Qingshan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, it's the orange of the old orange tree, you can taste it." ”

"How much is a pound?" the man took the orange handed by Liu Qingshan.

"It's not expensive, it's only three dollars a catty. ”

The man nodded, peeled the orange and tasted a quarter, and suddenly closed his eyes with sourness: "It's really sour." ”

Worst. Liu Qingshan secretly said in his heart that it was not good, thinking to himself, this orange is so sour, I am afraid that it will scare away customers.

Just now, two people were scared away after tasting oranges.

This one, it is estimated that it will not be retained.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly introduced the benefits of oranges to the man: "Boss, don't look at my orange sour, but my oranges have never been poted at all." You take the orange home and eat the pulp, the orange peel can be dried and eaten, and a little bit of it can be put in when making chili sauce or soup, which is very fragrant. ”

The man smiled: "Of course I know this, otherwise, I wouldn't have come to ask you how much a pound is." ”

"Boss, then you can bring a few more pounds back. When Liu Yuanhe heard this, he hurried over and said, "If you want more, count you two yuan and five dollars a catty." ”

"Haha, since that's the case, let's come for ten catties. ”

After the man left with ten catties of oranges, Liu Qingshan was unhappy: "Dad, what's the matter with you? Okay, people didn't bargain with you, why are you in such a hurry? A pound of oranges is only three yuan, and it doesn't cost much when all of them are sold, and you take the initiative to lower the price for others, are you stupid?" ”

How would Liu Qingshan know that when his father sold oranges, he was afraid that he would not be able to sell his oranges and would not be able to give him additional food expenses, so as long as someone wanted to buy oranges, he would like to sell them half and give them away, so that he could sell them out as soon as possible and send the money to his son as soon as possible.

Once this problem develops, it cannot be changed. Just as when he saw the weather getting cold, he was anxious and afraid that the oranges would be spoiled.

Perhaps even he himself was unaware of these problems.

In the face of his son's accusation, Liu Yuanhe only refuted: "You think I don't want to make a few more yuan, I don't want to sell oranges early, so I can finish work and go home early." Your mother is home alone, and if we haven't come home after dark, she'll be worried. ”

"Dad, it's not lunch time yet, and even if you sell it at a reduced price, you won't be able to reduce it until the afternoon." I don't know how you used to sell oranges. Liu Qingshan couldn't speak, it sounded like he was distressing about those few dollars, but in fact, he was not distressed about those few dollars.

What he feels sorry for is his father's dedication.

These oranges are all the brainchild of my father, but now they are being sold by my father himself at a low price, and he naturally feels uncomfortable.

Liu Yuanhe didn't argue with his son anymore, but promised that when someone came to buy oranges later, he would try not to speak.

At this time, my father promised that it was right, but when the second or third guest came to buy oranges, he still couldn't help but speak, and then sold a few catties at the price of two and a half cents a catty.

Liu Qingshan was really angry by his father's behavior: "Dad, you won't open your mouth if you say it." What's the matter with you?"

Liu Yuanhe smiled and said: "Oh, Qingshan, don't be so stingy, they are all from the villagers, five cents cheaper is nothing, besides, those fruit sellers who sell wholesale fruits will give customers discounts in order to make money, and our oranges are all grown by ourselves, and we don't need to spend money to buy them, a few cents cheaper is nothing." ”

"Dad, you've figured it out. Liu Qingshan looked at his father, "A pound of oranges is five cents cheaper, and a hundred pounds of oranges is fifty yuan." For fifty yuan, you can buy almost two catties of pork. ”

When Liu Yuanhe heard the fifty yuan, his face finally felt a little painful: "Ouch, I don't know if you don't say it, it seems that it can't be cheaper." Don't worry, when someone comes to buy oranges, no matter what they say, I will never pay a dime cheaper. ”

"That's what you said, you remember. Liu Qingshan said indignantly, "If you don't insist, let's not eat meat tonight." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, I will definitely be able to hold on, and I will definitely not reduce the price again. Liu Yuanhe swore to his son, "If I can't hold on, then I won't eat meat for a week." ”

With Dad's words, Liu Qingshan was a little relieved.

Fifty dollars is not much for the average person. But for people like Liu Qingshan, who are used to frugality, it is only two or three days of meat money, or even a few months of salt money.

However, as the saying goes, it is better to believe that there are ghosts in the world than to believe in the mouth of an old man.

Liu Yuanhe swore a second ago that he would never reduce the price again, but the next second, when he saw a few old women in flower clothes walking to the fruit stall, the man's true colors were immediately revealed, and his two eyes saw a few women of the same age, as bright as the hundred-watt bulb, bright and undisguised.