Wang Xiaohua-Mei looked down at her clothes, and couldn't help but smile secretly in her heart: If you go out like this, the people in the city must be regarded as ancient monsters! Patches and patches can fit two of her suspenders, which are not much stronger than the ancient bark clothes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

No wonder his younger brother in his previous life wanted to give him small clothes, it turned out that he saw that his clothes really couldn't be worn.

Busy back to the hall again, found a dress to wear. It's a pity that I don't have underwear, so I still have to wear this one on my body.

However, from the outside, this dress is still in the past in this era, and I am grateful to my younger sister Gu Xinru from the bottom of my heart.

I found a secluded place to flash out of the space, and asked an old man on the road, it turned out that her location was the old cross street of the old county town, and now this wide avenue is called Zhanqian Street, east to the railway station, west to the West Ring Road. The stalls are concentrated in the farmers' market, south of the Jianshe Road Grain Bureau.

"Where is the IRS Family Home?"

"South Fuqiang Road on the east side of the National Taxation Bureau, north of the freight road, Chongnan big iron gate. ”

"In which direction?"

"East. ”

"How far from here?"

"Four miles away!"

Wang Xiaohua-Mei stuck out her little tongue: It turns out that she has walked by!

After thanking the old man, Wang Xiaohua-Mei walked towards the fruit and vegetable wholesale and retail market.

Jianshe Road Wang Xiaohua-Mei knows that it is the north-south road that runs through the old cross street. In 80, before she died, the Food Bureau was on the road to construction, and it must still be in that position.

She plans to sell the tender corn first, and then go to her little sister Wang Xiaoye when she goes back, so that she can take less roads.

The farmer's market is a large market with a vaulted roof in the middle, and inside are rows of cement counters, fruits, vegetables, and agricultural products. It was probably noon, and not many people bought it.

There are two entrances and exits in the east and south of the market. On both sides and inside of the entrance and exit are temporary stalls, selling mostly vegetables and fruits grown by the farmers themselves.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei put fifty ears of tender corn into a wicker basket from the doorway of her hometown, grandmother Wang Zhang's family, and lifted it, just before she could lift it. I found a place nearby where no one could see, dodged out of the space, and carried the basket crookedly to the south entrance and exit.

"Sell tender corn! Tender corn without chemical fertilizer and no pesticides, one ear for one dollar, twelve ears for ten yuan, that's all, it's too late, it's gone, come and buy it!"

As soon as Wang Xiaohua-Mei put down the basket, she shouted loudly.

If you don't shout, you can't drink, you have to go to find your little sister Wang Xiaoye after selling out, and you have to rush back to Wangdian Village, you don't have to eat dinner late!

"Hey, this kid is pretty good at trading!"

An old lady in her sixties said, "Little girl, what about you, why are you here alone?"

"My mother sells it elsewhere, grandma, you can buy a few ears of tender corn! You eat it once, and you promise that you won't buy anyone else's again. ”

"Oh, it's better than the modern ones, and what generation are you, ancient or ancient?" said the old lady with a humorous smile, looking like a cultured master.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei was startled, and found that she had missed her mouth, so she hurriedly turned back: "Of course it's modern." I mean, it's guaranteed to taste better than chemical fertilizer. Because there are a lot of chemical fertilizers and pesticides now, I omitted to say that it is modern. Grandma, you can buy some, you can't be fooled. ”

"How do you know if you don't use chemical fertilizer or pesticides?" said the old lady, crouching down and looking at it.

"Of course I know, it's our family's own planting. Wang Xiaohua-Mei was not idle and continued to explain.

"Mr. Li, do you buy tender corn?" a middle-aged woman came over with a bicycle and greeted the old lady.

It turned out to be a retired teacher, no wonder he could pick out words like this! Wang Xiaohua - Mei belly row.

"Uh-huh. I saw that this kid was good at soliciting business, so I took a look. There was no insect eye, she was stunned and said that she had not used pesticides, and she was talking nonsense at a young age. ”

Wang Xiaohua-Mei stopped hearing it. Xindao: In that reality, there is no such thing as pesticides and chemical fertilizers, where to fight! Aren't you slandering people?

"This aunt calls you teacher, and I also call you teacher and grandma. Let me tell you, my corn is an old variety, resistant to diseases and pests. Look at these corn kernels—"

As he spoke, he peeled off an ear: "Bulging, doesn't it look like a cone? Think about the hybrid corn now, the flat one looks like a horse's teeth, and it's obviously different."

"If you look at this color again, it is golden before it is ripe, and if you think about the hybrid corn, it is far worse than me!"

Wang Xiaohua-Mei said that it didn't matter, and the nearby vegetable sellers who attracted it also came around.

An old man in his seventies picked up an ear and looked at it again and again, and said in surprise: "This corn looks like a perennial small grain red, and I haven't seen this variety for decades." Little girl, where are you from, and where did you get the seeds?"

Wang Xiaohua-Mei thought to herself: After telling them the name of the village, don't go to the village to inquire again, you have to make a fantasy if you go. The little mouth pouted, and said not without grievances:

"With this low yield, I grew a little bit of it at home. Because the tender corn sells for a lot of money, it took me a lot of effort to tell my family to sell it. ”

"Hey, this little girl has a lot of eyes, and she's afraid of leaking business opportunities!" said a middle-aged man.

The old man smiled: "Don't say it! I'll buy you for five yuan, and give it to Liusui?

Wang Xiaohua-Mei: "Give!

The old man jumped six ears and gave Wang Xiaohua-Mei a five-yuan ticket.

"You mean, this variety is really resistant to pests and diseases?" asked the old man the grandmother named Mr. Li.

"I don't know if I'm resistant to pests and diseases. However, the old perennial corn never uses pesticides, and it grows well. I haven't seen you for many years, so buy a few ears and try them. The old man smiled very naturally, as if he had seen a treasure again.

"I'll buy six spikes!"

"I'll buy six spikes!"

"I'll buy six spikes too!"

Several people squatted down at the same time to pick up. When Mrs. Li wanted to squat, there was no place.

After everyone left, Wang Xiaohua Mei counted the baskets of tender corn and the fourteen ears, and said to Mrs. Li: "Grandma, you give ten yuan, and all the fourteen ears are yours." How?"

Mrs. Li: "Okay! I'll just ask you for being so good at doing business at such a young age, I want it all." ”

After the money and goods were handed over, Wang Xiaohua-Mei asked again: "Grandma, you have been a teacher and know many people, have you heard of anyone selling old bicycles? But if you can ride, it's a little more expensive than selling it to scrap collectors. ”