"I said Old Man Zhang, aren't you just farming on weekdays? I haven't heard of any craftsmanship in you, why are you still running a stall now? By the way, what are you going to sell at this stall? The old man who was passing by asked. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Haha, old man Ma, you're really here, my stall is ready to sell fritters, how about it, do you want to try one?" Old man Zhang smiled, his joy overflowing.

The old man named Ma asked, "Fritters?" Haven't heard of this thing, isn't it a new thing? If you don't want to taste it, tell me first, what does this fritter look like, right? ”

"The fritters are long, and they are delicious......

Old man Ma had a black line: "Doesn't that mean you didn't say it." ”

"Haha, what are you anxious about, just wait for you to see it yourself." After all, although the shape of the fritters can't be seen by people who are in the shape of the fritters, the real method is still very simple, if it is placed on the table.

Then everyone knows the method, then it won't make money, so Mo Qian suggested that Old Man Zhang should make fried dough sticks at home first, and then take them to the village to sell.

Old man Ma saw what Old Man Zhang put out, and couldn't help but be a little embarrassed: "Old Man Zhang, I thought you got some kind of treasure, your so-called fritters are just a little wider gnocchi, and the appearance is so strange, if you want to rely on this thing to make a living, I think it's better to forget it, find another way out as soon as possible." ”

Old man Zhang smiled secretly in his heart, when I first saw it, it was also your attitude, but when you take the first bite, you will know the deliciousness, don't ask for another one when the time comes.

"Haha, old man Ma, you just do it and watch it, you can't see what it tastes like, I think you might as well taste it yourself, and then make a final conclusion."

"It's okay, but I'll discuss with you, I'll eat one of your fritters, if it's delicious, I can call my children, nephews and grandchildren to come here and buy yours, as for the money for this fritters, hehe, you see ......"

"That's not possible, that son told me, the price of this fritter must not be less than three cents, you and I are old friends, I will charge you a penny for the first one, if it is not delicious, I will let you have a cannon next time I play chess, so as not to be verbose."

"Haha, that's fine."

So Old Man Ma took out a copper coin from his pocket and put it in Old Man Zhang's hand, and then picked up a fritter with his hand and put it in his mouth.

After the first bite, Old Man Ma's eyes were a little straight, a little crispy, but when he chewed carefully, he felt full of toughness, which was completely different from what was late in the past.

"This ...... This fritter ......"

Old Man Ma's eyes became strange, he glanced at Old Man Zhang, and then spread his legs and ran.

I can't figure out how a person who already looks like he's in his sixties can run so flexibly, and he doesn't let a young man in his twenties at all.

And Old Man Zhang is a little confused, he doesn't like to eat if he doesn't like to eat, why do you want to pretend to be like this. And at this time, Old Man Zhang saw Mo Qian who was trotting over from not far away, Old Man Zhang hurriedly smiled at Mo Qian, "Young Master Mo, I got up really early today, by the way, I'm ready for the fritters, do you think you want it now?" Or will I send it to you later? ”

"I won't bother you, I'll take it myself, how about I teach you how to make fritters? Does anyone like it? ”

"Haha, it's good, but maybe it's too early, and no one has come out yet, so I haven't sold it yet."

Old man Zhang couldn't bear to tell the other party that someone had been scared away by this fritter just now, after all, this was the craft that the other party had given him, but now Old Man Zhang was a little worried.

If everyone is like an old man, do you still want to do this business? Could it be that with this craft, I still have to go back to farming?

"Don't worry, believe me, they'll like it, by the way, it's the money for these fritters, you take it."

"No, no, no, it can't be done." Even if Old Man Zhang doesn't know how to read the goods, he also knows that a craft is a matter of eating, and the other party can even give him something to eat, how can he collect some money for fritters?

Mo Qian insisted on giving, the other party was not a rich family, if it was a rich family, he would be able to take it with peace of mind.

Mo Qian and Old Man Zhang were arguing with each other, but at this time, a group of people suddenly appeared around the corner, and the leader was the old man Ma who ran faster than the young man just now.

Mo Qian and Old Man Zhang were stunned, what are you doing here? But at this time, I saw the other party shouting loudly, "It's Old Man Zhang, don't let him go...... No, don't let his fritters go! ”

Then a group of people gathered around, "Dad, this is the delicious thing you are talking about, and there is nothing special about it, isn't it just a wide gnocchi!" ”

"Do you eat or not, if you don't eat, get out of the way of Lao Tzu, Lao Zhang, bring me another one, just take one and go down a few times, and I haven't eaten anything yet."

Mo Qian almost laughed, I've heard that Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit, and I haven't heard that eating fritters is embarrassing, did you swallow it directly?

But this did not affect the interest of the other side to buy, "That, Uncle Zhang, you can also bring me one, I'll taste it first." ”

"That, Lao Zhang, Lao Ma and their father and son want it, then I want one too."

"Yes, I heard that it's not bad, so I'll have one too."

Everyone gathered in front of Old Man Zhang's stall, and all of a sudden Old Man Zhang was overwhelmed.

Mo Qian smiled, put down some broken silver, and then took his fritters and left.

But he doesn't plan to go back, with fritters, then the partners of fritters will be indispensable, the skills of fritters are actually given to Old Man Zhang by Mo Qian for free, which is to repay him for being able to heat a good meal for himself late at night, but the soy milk is Mo Qian found a big family in the village.

Sell this craft to them, and Qianniuwei's hot meals in the past few days also come from this big family.

Mo Qian looked back, people nowadays may just think that fritters are a good thing, but one day they will definitely find that only fried dough sticks with soy milk can be called delicious.

And now both of these are actually in this village, just waiting for someone to connect them together.

Thinking of this, Mo Qian had a mischievous smile.