Song Lingling hurried back to the inn.

When I saw that the shopkeeper was doing Xiao Wu's work, cleaning the hall, today's menu said "sell pine nuts", and he didn't add a penny, he was really just helping them sell it.

I saw a small handful of fried pine nuts on each table, and my eyes immediately turned red.

The time and place are favorable, so that she has met many well-wishers.

If her father is not a child, he is not qualified to live in this inn.

If the white shopkeeper is not so kind, modest, and popular, and the shopkeepers of the two competitors opposite are not so good, then she can't go into the inn to sell at all, and then she won't have the good luck of selling pine nuts.

A well-wisher can't help their big group of people.

Many well-wishers, you have fulfilled their large group of people little by little.

I don't know who to say thank you to, and there are too many people to thank you.

The white shopkeeper felt movement behind him, and looked back with a broom: "The girl is back, has anyone bought it?" ”

Seeing that Song Fuling's eyes were red, as if she was about to cry, she hurriedly comforted:

"It doesn't matter, that's what the guests are. Sometimes a few groups of people come to be thicker than the family, and even the slaves live in the Tianzi room, and the room is full. Sometimes the guests are just ordinary people. Your pine nuts are eaten by rich and noble people, and they may think that it is better to buy catties of pork to eat, so it is better to go to ......"

"White shopkeeper," Song Fuling sniffed and held back her tears, she didn't admit that she was moved just now and wanted to cry, but she ran fast and choked on the cool breeze.

Crisp smiled:

"I want to buy a chicken, chicken stew with mushrooms, and I want to eat white rice so that my older sisters and younger siblings can have a good meal.

You don't know, all the way over, when I was the hungriest and thirstiest, my brother, who was guarding the cart in the backyard right now, asked me, sister, can you talk before I starve to death, let him eat a meal of white dry rice that he has never eaten before he dies.

I promised him before, isn't this profitable?

So the white shopkeeper, the girl, please pick a big chicken, I'll get you mushrooms, and cook more dry rice, I want them to eat a full meal.

Don't take care of us anymore, we don't know how to thank you.

Stewed chicken sells for as much silver as you want on weekdays, and you charge us as much as you want, anyway, we don't care what we eat today, you can collect money normally, I have money. ”

The white shopkeeper was stunned for a few seconds with his mouth half-open, and then asked three questions from the depths of his soul:

Did you earn money?

"Thanks to you, that head has been sold for hundreds of catties."

It's all sold for 70 wen?

"No, except for the shopkeeper of Guangyuan store, who is given 70 Wen, the others are 90 Wen."

White shopkeeper: "......" Oh, did he sell less? He sold it for seventy dollars.

That girl, you want to eat dry rice, and you want to eat chicken stewed mushrooms? This is a big dish, especially when so many of you children want to eat a full meal, and it is precious to want to be full, can you call the shots?

Song Fuling smiled coquettishly: "Didn't I sell a lot of ninety wen?" At most, my father would think that I could sell some of them for 70 wen a catty, and the extra 20 wen per catty would sell so many catties, which was enough for us to have a good meal. ”

The shopkeeper can feel from these words that maybe that Song Tongsheng used to have good family conditions and was very good to his daughter, both of which are indispensable. Because only children who have been pampered can dare to be such a big master. Only the family conditions did not miss before, and now even if they are poor, they dare to spend money, to be precise, they have spent money lavishly before.

While the white shopkeeper nodded in agreement, he looked at Song Fuling and couldn't help but smile.

Song Fuling couldn't hold back her laughter. She knew that the white shopkeeper must be pondering in her heart: Okay, little girl, co-author, you middleman earns the difference.