Xie Lu knew Miss Jiao's temperament, and it would take a day to go upstairs.

I was busy doing good things with Miss Jiao last night, and I was going to sell pastries on the black market, but I didn't make it.

I got off work early today, Xie Lu went home and cooked as usual, and after coaxing Miss Jiao to eat, he planned to go to the black market.

I didn't go yesterday, and I don't know what it was like today.

The pastry was made yesterday, but when I put it in the space, it was still fragrant and hot.

Xie Lu still dressed himself up like yesterday, and then put the pastries in the basket and walked in.

As soon as Xie Lu came in, many people noticed him.

In fact, the people who come and go to the black market every day are those people, and Xie Lu only did business in the black market two days ago.

Among them, many people still recognize him.

Xie Lu came in, found a corner, and then put the basket on the ground, waiting for someone to come and ask.

Sure enough, the people around observed Xie Lu for a while, and someone came up: "Little brother, are the pastries still sold like the previous two days?" ”

Xie Lu knew in his heart, and went up and pretended to be confused: "Two days ago? ”

The man lowered his voice and said, "I just bought pastries, and then I gave two pieces of meat." ”

Two days ago, when Xie Lu was selling pastries, no matter how much people came to buy, he would give two meat muffins.

It should be the same today.

Xie Lu shook his head with a smile, and then pretended to be distressed: "That day was my first day of opening, I was afraid that no one would buy it and then I gave it away, and in the end I didn't earn it back, you don't know that my daughter-in-law is about to scold me to death after I go back, I don't dare to send it again today." ”

As soon as the man heard that he would no longer deliver pastries, he instantly stopped taking advantage.

He glanced into Xie Lu's basket, took a deep breath, and left.

Can't afford it.

Xie Lu didn't keep anyone, after all, the first day was a special situation.

People have a mentality that no matter whether things are good or not, as long as they can take advantage of them, they will go.

But if you give away sweets often, the business will become more and more loss-making.

If you don't send it in the end, someone will blame you.

It's better to send it on the first day, beat the reputation out, and then stop.

Anyway, if you want to eat, whether it's expensive or not, you'll buy one or two pieces.

Xie Lu waited patiently, and the pastries in the basket didn't know what method Miss Jiao used.

Anyway, every now and then, a hint of fragrance wafts out, and people can't help but look for it.

One after another, some people came, some bought more, some bought less.

Business was not as prosperous as the first day, but Xie Lu did not lose money.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he closed the stall.

There is still a long way to go to do business, so you have to take your time.

Then I rode my bike home.

For the next month, Mu Shiyu made pastries at home at noon, and then Xie Lu took them to the black market in the evening.

And Miss Jiao's pastry patterns are also more and more.

Every time before going to sell, Xie Lu would take out a few pieces of pastry, and then divide them into small separate packs, which were taken to the people who wanted to buy them.

After a month of perseverance, they have some repeat customers, and they have earned more than 160 yuan.

Scalping on the black market is really violent.

And now life is a little better, not as famine as it was in the 60s.

So the number of people buying pastries is one or two more every day.

But Miss Jiao is alone, and there are only so many pastries that can be made every day.

Therefore, as soon as Xie Lu went to the black market to sell pastries, someone would come to sell them immediately, otherwise they would be sold out when they were late.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^