After waiting for a few more minutes, a man of about fifty or sixty years old finally came over on the road, he heard Song Qiong's cry, walked to the front of the porridge stall and looked.

"Hey, you're from Yimindian? Out of the stall so early? ”

Song Zhen opened her mouth and uttered a few low, meaningless syllables. The first time she did business, she was too nervous.

Shen Lanying looked at Song Qiong and called out "comrade", but she didn't know what to say next.

A smile appeared on Song Qiong's face: "Hello, comrade, we are not from Yimin Snack Bar. ”

"This is my sister, an unemployed young man, who responds to the call of the central government to engage in self-employment and services independently, that is, to provide a convenient breakfast for everyone, a big bowl of white porridge for a dime, a dime for a green vegetable stuffed rice powder, no food stamps, can you have some?"

"Individual labor and service?" The other party was a little puzzled and puzzled, but he was quickly attracted by what Song Qiong said later: "Isn't that the same price as the price in Yimin's store?" ”

Song Qiong picked up a large sea bowl with a blue ring thread and shook it: "We use this kind of bowl." ”

"Heh, it's quite big, but I don't dare to eat your individual stall." With that, he put his hands behind his back, hummed Cantonese opera, and walked away.

Song Zhen stomped her feet angrily: "Why don't you dare to eat our porridge!" ”

Song Qiong is also thinking that it is not easy to change everyone's consumption habits.

As the sky got brighter, more and more people began to walk out of their homes and walk onto the street, and soon there was a middle-aged woman passing by with a vegetable basket, and when she saw their porridge stall, she also stepped forward curiously and asked: "Hey, the central government calls on you to set up a stall?" Isn't this the little tail of capitalism? ”

Song Zhen's face was ugly, but Song Qiong stepped forward to explain: "Comrade, you misunderstood, we are serving individuals, and it has nothing to do with capitalism, you see, this is a document issued by the Central Committee." ”

Song Qiong handed over the copy of the document he showed to Song Wengen, and explained loudly: "Capitalism, that is, the exploitation of the working people by the capitalists, what about us, we buy rice and porridge by ourselves, to provide convenience for everyone, our price is the same as the state-run store, the quality and quantity, and it is guaranteed that it is not worse than the state-run store, there is no exploitation, and capitalism is not the same thing." ”

"Hehe, that's a good point, we don't understand it too well, but we cook porridge at home, and you guys are too expensive to eat."

A few people asked a few words curiously, and for various reasons, they walked away one after another. made Song Zhen very annoyed: "Song Qiong, didn't you say that everyone would come to buy it?" ”

"It's hard at the beginning, let's wait." This situation did not surprise Song Qiong, so he only asked Song Zhen to cook a pot of porridge, even if he couldn't sell a bowl, at most he would take it back and drink it himself, and it would not be wasted.

Time gradually passed, and a few more people came during the period, but still no one sat down to eat porridge, and what made Song Zhen even more angry was that two people asked them a few questions, not only did not buy porridge, but ran to the entrance of the Yimin snack department that had not yet opened diagonally, and waited in line.

"What, I don't have anything ready to eat here, I have to wait on the other side."

Song Zhen was very unwilling, and ran over and kicked the stool under Song Qiong's buttocks: "Hey, should we lower the price a little?" ”

Song Qiong shook his head: "I didn't tell you, I can't adjust it." ”

Their price is the same as the price of the Yimin snack bar opposite, a dime for a bowl of white porridge, a dime for a rice roll, and if there are food stamps, they can be two cents cheaper.

dare not set the height, it is easy to be set as a speculator; It can't be set low, it will be considered digging a corner of socialism, and it can only be used at the same price, but the portion is a little more.

Now it seems that this method is not able to attract everyone.

The price is the same, although the portion is a little more, everyone still believes in the quality of the state-run store more, and does not dare to try this kind of street stall that has not been seen for many years.

Song Qiong thought about it and thought of an idea. He ran over and erased the words on the wooden board and changed it to: "Convenient package, one dime a dime, porridge and powder, no food stamps." ”

Song Zhen couldn't understand: "What are you fooling around, change it back and forth, isn't it still those few words?" ”

Song Qiong clapped his hands: "This is different. ”

Shen Lanying also said: "What's the difference, isn't it just that the order has been changed and a few words have been changed?" ”

As he spoke, a man in his forties and fifties, wearing a blue shirt and black trousers, walked up to the porridge stall with a surprised expression on his face: "Which unit are you from?" ”

This time, without waiting for Song Qiong to speak, Song Zhen said angrily: "We are self-employed. ”

"Self-employed?" The other party looked even more surprised.

"Yes!" Song Zhen nodded: "We have proof." ”

"Oh, can I take a look?" The other party suddenly showed a very interested expression.

Song Zhen took out the personal certificate in the cloth bag: "See no, this is approved by the county, and our things are also the best, you can eat them with confidence." ”

The other party looked at the card, and looked at the situation of the porridge stall curiously: "Okay, then give me a copy...... There must be porridge and powder! ”

"Ahh Song Zhen was slightly stunned, she had failed so many times, but she didn't expect to suddenly succeed this time.

The success came so suddenly that she was unprepared.

Song Qiong reacted the fastest, and hurriedly poked Song Zhen: "Go and fill the porridge, just use a medium bowl to fill it." ”

Song Qiong asked Song Zhen to fill a bowl of porridge, and put half of it on a plate, that is, two rice rolls, and a small plate of pickles, and sent it to the table.

The middle-aged man picked up the rice rolls, took a bite, nodded, lowered his head and drank a mouthful of porridge, and suddenly beckoned to Song Qiong: "You are Xiao Song, if it's okay, come and sit, let's talk." ”

Song Qiong looked at each other unexpectedly, making sure that he didn't know him, could it be that he had become a "celebrity", and early this morning, he met two "strangers" who knew him.

He walked by, sat down opposite, and asked with a smile: "Hello, comrade, what do you call it?" Do you know me? ”

"My surname is Yuan, you can just call me Old Yuan."

The other party glanced at him, stretched out his hand and nodded: "I've heard of you, the powerful person of the supply and marketing cooperative, you got an individual certificate from Director Huang, just to set up this porridge stall?" ”

Song Qiong immediately realized that the person in front of him was probably also the leader of the county, and knew about Huang Ruhan's personal testimony.

Song Qiong nodded: "Yes, my dad and my sister don't have formal jobs, just saw the central government issuing a document to support unemployed residents in the city to provide labor and services as individuals, and I saw that there were many people lined up at the entrance of the snack department every day, so I thought of getting a porridge shop for everyone's convenience." ”

"How's business?"

"We're here at half-past four, and now it's half-past five, and you're the first guest."

"What, no one came?" Lao Yuan raised his head with some doubts and looked at the team at the entrance of the Yimin snack department diagonally opposite.

Song Qiong also glanced over there: "Yes, everyone still prefers to believe in national enterprises, and some people suspect that our stall is the tail of capitalism, which is not in accordance with the regulations, and cannot grow." ”

"And what do you think?"

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, I believe that queuing is so inconvenient, since everyone has this demand, as long as we learn from the state-run stores and put the products and services in place, there will definitely be customers coming." Song Qiong originally wanted to say that there would definitely be people who would choose their porridge shop, but thinking that choosing this word would easily cause misunderstanding, he quickly changed it to "guests coming".

"Haha! You're wrong, if you learn the products and services of state-run stores, then you will never be able to do well. ”

Lao Yuan picked up a piece of rice noodles with chopsticks and said with a smile: "This rice sausage, although it is vegetarian, is much more delicious than Yimin, not bad." ”

Song Qiong smiled, what he said was the scene, the things in the state-run snack department are not delicious, and the service attitude is poor, which is something that everyone often complains about, and it is also an opportunity for individual vendors to develop.

"If it's delicious, you come often!" Song Qiong said.

There were more and more people on the street, and the queue at the entrance of the Yimin snack department opposite was getting longer and longer, and at this time, a young man with glasses came, glanced at Lao Yuan, who was sitting there eating, and then looked at the wooden board in front of the porridge stall, read two sentences, and said, "Bring me a copy!" ”

"Do you want a simple large portion of porridge, or a portion of rice rolls, or a set meal of porridge and noodles?" After having a business, Song Zhen was very excited and finally began to be active.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Package? Let's have a package! ”

"Okay, please sit over there, what you want, we'll send it to you right away." As she spoke, Shen Lanying had already served porridge next to her and filled half of the rice rolls.

The young man was stunned again, and asked in a very surprised tone, "You are from the Yimin Snack Bar?" ”

"Teacher Song, come here."

Lao Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and beckoned: "They are not from Yimin Store, they are self-employed." ”

When the young man saw Lao Yuan, he hurriedly walked over and greeted him politely and respectfully: "Uncle Yuan, you are also having breakfast here, and you didn't recognize it just now." ”

Then he asked in surprise: "There are also self-employed people in Zhongling?" ”

"I said, those people in Yimin Store have a straight face all day long, if you ask more, you will be trained, how can you be warm and polite here."

At this time, Song Zhen took the porridge and noodles, put them in front of him, and said sweetly, "Please use it slowly", which immediately made him blush.

Song Zhen just returned to the porridge stall, and there happened to be two more men, who had the previous two successful experiences, and Song Zhen, who was surnamed spicy, also let go, and enthusiastically introduced to them: "As long as you have a dime, you can eat a set meal of porridge and noodles, if it is not enough, you can also spend five cents for half a portion of noodles, or a bowl of porridge." ”

Song Qiong launched this package, although the amount of porridge and rice noodles is only half of the original, but there is porridge and powder, and you can eat enough, and when you go to the snack bar, porridge and noodles are a dime, and you can eat them for two cents.

When the two people heard this, they were immediately moved, and when they saw someone eating over there, they didn't ask any more, and then said, "Then let's have two set meals first." ”

"Okay, please sit down first, and the things will be delivered to you immediately." Song Zhen greeted excitedly.

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ps: In the new week, ask for tickets and collections, everyone will smash me up.

In addition, I recommend a very flavorful and interesting Xianxia novel, which is linked below.