Xiao Hei leaned over: "Biyun, what can't we do?" ”

"Let's ...... We can't sell it early. ”

After Jia Biyun finished speaking, he looked at Sun Xiaohou.

I saw that Sun Xiaohou was still holding his head, his eyes staring directly at the ground.

He was crouching on the ground.

"Let's not sell it early in the morning, then, isn't the sour plum juice hot?" Xiao Hei asked.

Jia Biyun pouted: "It can't be early in the morning." ”

"When should that be?"

"Afternoon."

It was Sun Xiaohou who said this.

"Afternoon is the hottest time!"

Sun Xiaohou got up and looked at Jia Biyun with a smile: "You have two hits!" ”

Jia Biyun moved his face away: "Not as powerful as you." ”

"When selling things, I am better than you, but ......" Going around to Jia Biyun, Sun Xiaohou smiled and said: "Auntie said, each has its own strengths, a person can't be able to do everything, and it is impossible to be great at everything, even if there is a great thing, even if it is very powerful, so you are also very powerful." ”

Xiao Hei heard it in a fog: "What are you two talking about?" ”

It's still noisy next door.

Sun Xiaohou walked to the table, lifted the lid, picked up the sour plum juice, and gulped down.

Immediately, I heard Wang Ziting's shout: "Sun Xiaohou, what are you doing?!" ”

"Monkey, give me, leave me a mouthful, I'll taste how hot it is!"

Day 2.

Several people changed their strategy.

It was still Wang Ziting who stayed at Xiaocao, and Jia Biyun was with her.

The three of Sun Xiaohou carried a small bamboo basket on their backs, covered with a back cloth, and wrapped in a thick cloth inside.

Inside, there are several jugs of chilled sour plum juice.

Sun Xiaohou cheekily borrowed a few wine jugs from his second brother to hold sour plum juice, instead of the earthen bowls he usually uses.

They left Jinji Street.

Went to a place with a lot of people nearby, especially a lot of taverns.

"Brother Monkey, what are we going to do?"

Xiao Hei squatted next to Sun Xiaohou, and on the other side was Yang Dayong.

Yang Dayong saw that Sun Xiaohou didn't speak, but just looked left and right, so he stood up: "I'll try it, get off to a good start!" ”

Sun Xiaohou grabbed him: "You wait." ”

"What are you waiting for?"

"Don't ask so much, let you wait, you just wait."

The three of them crouched in front of one of the largest liquor stores on the street.

It's hot in the afternoon.

Sweat dripped down her cheeks.

I'm not afraid of sweating, but I'm afraid of the chilled sour plum juice in the bamboo basket, and the cool air is sucked away by the heat.

Suddenly, Sun Xiaohou's eyes lit up: "It's him!" ”

He quickly pulled out a jug of sour plum juice.

Wrap yourself in a cloth as you walk.

A man is getting out of a more luxurious bullock cart.

"Childe Haifu!"

The man's eyelids lifted and he glanced at the little guy next to the car.

Immediately, the little guy took out two money: "Let's go, don't be here." ”

Sun Xiaohou didn't take the money, but sent the wrapped things forward, and he was still standing in place: "Childe, I'll bring you cool." ”

The man who walked inside stopped walking.

"Send cool?"

"This is just chilled sour plum juice, sweet and sour, refreshing and cold, don't you want to taste it?"

The man looked at the little guy next to him again: "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

The little guy hurried him away.

Sun Xiaohou staggered his body and followed the man closely: "Son, you taste it, it's not delicious and you don't need money." ”

The man snorted.

Go inside.

And the little guy in the back grabbed his back collar.

"Don't, I'm ......"

The words are not finished yet.

Sun Xiaohou only felt his legs off the ground.

The next moment.

He landed on the ground opposite.

It hurts to be taken care of.

All he heard was a crisp sound, and it was tight, and it was the fragmentation of his eyes.

Chilled sour plum juice.

The pot that held it shattered.

Looking up, the guy on the other side waved his fist at him.

"Brother Monkey, are you okay?"

Blackie ran up to him.

He muttered, "Why can't we sell it?" ”

Yang Dayong came at this time: "Hahaha! ”

"What are you laughing at?"

Yang Dayong held his stomach: "I finally saw you eat deflated!" ”

"Humph!" Sun Xiaohou got up and stomped his feet at him: "Let's see, I will definitely be able to!" ”

Sun Xiaohou went to pick up the pieces and cloth on the ground, but a black shadow appeared in front of him.

"Hey! Child? ”

He looked up and saw a child about his age.

"I'm a child?"

"My son-in-law wants me to ask you, are you chilled?"

Looking around, I don't know when another donkey cart came to the side of the road.

Looking at the ordinary car, and the ordinary boy in front of him who was about the same age as himself, he raised the cloth bag in his hand: "If you touch it, you will know if I am lying." ”

The boy's hand touched lightly: "It's really cool." ”

"Would you like to taste it? Chilled sour plum juice, sweet and sour, the only one in Huai'an City! ”

"Can you really talk big? Where is this alone? ”

"Whether it's a big deal, you can go and inquire, but whether the sour plum juice is iced, I can pat my chest and promise, Xiao Hei!" He took out a pot of sour plum juice from Xiao Hei and handed it to the boy: "You take it, it's not good to don't want money." ”

The boy took the pot: "How to sell it?" ”

"A pot, thirty dollars."

"Thirty dollars for a pot? Sour plum juice can be just three or five dollars a bowl! ”

"You give it to your son-in-law." Sun Xiaohou looked in the direction of the car curtain and said a little louder: "Everything depends on fate, it's not a matter of how much money." ”

I still heard this sentence from my eldest aunt.

He didn't particularly understand either.

But he felt that he could use it.

The boy handed the pot into the curtain, and after a while, he listened to the man in the curtain say something, but he could not understand what it was.

"Oh, take it." The boy took the money and gave it to him: "You give me another pot, here is ninety dollars." ”

"Two pots for sixty."

The boy laughed: "Your broken pot, our son said, that is a kind of fate." ”

really responded to Yang Dayong's words - a good start.

Since they sold this pot of chilled sour plum juice, someone actually came to buy sour plum juice, and they still took people to Jinji Street.

More and more people are coming to the straw huts.

But it sold out quickly.

"Anything else?"

"It's gone, it's gone, it's early tomorrow."

"When will it be tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, there will be iced sour plum juice in the afternoon."

The person who bought it had already left with the pot.

The eyes of those who didn't buy it were red: "Are you that cold?" ”

"Of course it's chilled, if you don't believe it, give it to you!"

"It's really ice!"

"Needless to say? If I hadn't listened to the wind and hurried here, I wouldn't have been able to buy it! ”

"How can there be anything cold here? No, I've recently heard that there will be cold wine only when the wine is served? ”

"You don't know about the school?"

"What school?"

"Behind the straw shed, there is a school, and the person who runs the school is the shopkeeper who will enter the wine, so several children can have chilled sour plum juice to sell, naturally from the same place! Well...... Comfort, eat two bites, my internal organs are cool, like soaking in the stream......"

"Dude, you, will you give me a bite?"