Chapter 1159: Abandoned Pigskin

Originally, I wanted to use the pork shop to buy some sauce.

But now that it looks like it's not very feasible.

Although she said that she had sold a can of noodle sauce, Song Xinyi felt worried in her heart.

But everyone who comes here is to buy pork.

The poor have finally saved money from scare, and they will definitely not give up their hunger for pork for an unknown amount of time for the sake of this dispensable sauce;

And the rich are housekeepers who come to buy it, even if they are interested in this sauce, they can't be the master;

The restaurant is too small to supply.

It's so scared that it can't be sold at all!

Song Xinyi analyzed the current situation and realized the new problem, thinking in her heart that she had to think of another way.

When Song Xinyi was worried about the new way out, she looked up and saw Boss Hu carrying a pot of pigskin and pouring it into the wooden barrel next to the case.

"Boss Hu, do you still sell this pigskin separately?" Song Xinyi couldn't help but be curious.

"Hey, what's it for? This pig is a treasure, pork, pork bones, pig heart, pig liver, and even the pig's large intestine are eaten, but no one wants this pig skin, everyone doesn't eat this thing, I have to throw it away in the end. No, I've saved up another half bucket. ”

Boss Hu said as he tilted the barrel in front of Song Xinyi.

Song Xinyi took a look, only to see that the wooden barrel was full of pigskins, and there was already a small half bucket.

"Since you don't want it, and you can't sell it for money, then just give it to me!"

Song Xinyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said with a smile to Boss Hu.

Because he thought of a word that he was once very familiar with - "pigskin jelly".

And now that the weather has cooled, it's time to make pork skin jelly.

"What's the use of this thing? It's not good to eat! Later, I'll cut some good meat for you, don't ask you for money, even if it's a gift for you noodle sauce. Hehe......"

Boss Hu couldn't help but glance at Song Xinyi with a little sympathy.

"No, I don't want meat, just give me these pigskins. Hehe......"

Song Xinyi waved her hand and rejected Boss Hu's plan to send meat.

"Alright then, I'll get you a piece of oiled paper to wrap it in."

Boss Hu didn't give in anymore.

He cleaned up the case and was frightened, then turned around and walked into the shop, took out a piece of oiled paper that was a little wrinkled, and put it on the case.

Then he poured the pigskin upside down, wrapped it up quickly, and handed it to Song Xinyiyang.

"Thank you, Boss Hu!" Song Xinyi happily took the wrapped pigskin with both hands.

"Boss Hu, look, it's better to do this, you leave all the pig skin for me after the end, I won't ask for it in vain, I'll give you the sauce to change!" How? Song Xinyi suddenly had a new idea.

"I was originally going to throw away the pork skin, and I gave it to you, and I didn't lose anything, but your sauce could have been sold for money, and it was given to me for nothing, so wouldn't you lose a lot?"

Boss Hu looked at Song Xinyi with a smile.

"No loss, no loss! If I can't sell it, it's not worth it, and besides, this pork skin is also a scare thing you have to work on!

Boss Hu, you're welcome, then it's decided! Song Xinyi's tone seemed unquestionable.

"I can't tell you either, in that case, then I'll pick up this bargain for nothing!"

In the end, Boss Hu accepted Song Xinyi's suggestion "embarrassed".

After closing the stall in the morning, Song Xinyi did not go home directly, but walked around the street. Fall in love with the literary network

While shopping, I was still thinking about how to open up sales for his noodle sauce.

Unconsciously, he walked to the Moon Shadow River outside the city.

Song Xinyi looked up, the river was sparkling with the sun shining brightly, and from time to time there were gusts of cool breezes blowing, which set off a few waves, and in the distance, there were faintly a few lines of egrets flying across the river.

Song Xinyi couldn't help but stop her steps, took out the clean coarse cloth in the basket, folded it into a triangle and then covered it on top of her head.

One is to prevent the hair from being blown up, and the other is to pull forward a little bit to block the sun's rays.

Song Xinyi gradually became intoxicated with the beautiful scenery in front of her, and the matter of selling sauce seemed to have been thrown out of the clouds.

"Keep it up! That's all there is left for these packs, and after unloading, it's time to eat! ”

Suddenly, a shout came from the shore, breaking Song Xinyi's calm, and he turned to look in the direction of the sound.

He was a young and strong young man, standing on a rice boat on the river with his hands on his hips, shouting at the yards and carrying rice bags to the shore.

On the other side of the yard, there are eight or nine fishing boats parked on the shore, lined up, all of which are frightening the poplar trees on the shore.

On the fishing boat, some people are still selling leftover fish and shrimp, some are packing up the nets at the bow of the boat, and some are already asleep with their oars in their arms.

Seeing that the workers were busy and began to walk towards the city, Song Xinyi also turned around and followed behind the workers.

As soon as they entered the city gates, the workers scattered and went home.

When they dispersed, they didn't forget to remind each other, "Hurry up when you get home, don't delay and start work at noon!" ”

Song Xinyi continued to walk inside, and the pedestrians on the street gradually became scarce, while the steamed bun shops and restaurants on the street became lively.

hadn't gone far, when suddenly, a half-hidden wooden door came into view, attracting Song Xinyi's attention.

The wooden door is connected to a house, which looks dilapidated, and has a somewhat depressed color, which is extremely incommensurate with the lively street scene next to it.

But this house doesn't look like an ordinary shop, but more like a large family's backyard or a house.

Song Xinyi stared at the wooden door for a long time, and then looked at the noisy bun shop not far away, as well as the workers who had dispersed inside the city gate, thoughtfully.

In his heart, he is sketching a new blueprint.

After a long time, Song Xinyi finally carried the basket and walked towards the dilapidated wooden door.

"Knock knock knock ......" came to the door, and Song Xinyi knocked lightly on the door first.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

After waiting for a while, no one came out, so Song Xinyi asked tentatively.

There was still no response from Ren Song in the house.

Song Xinyi slowly stretched her head into the middle of the crack in the door, looked inside, and saw a wooden bookshelf standing on the wall facing the door, and the bookshelf was full of books in rows.

He turned his face sideways again and looked inside.

On the north wall hangs a landscape painting, which scares a scholar dressed as a young man.

At this moment, the scholar was lying on his stomach and falling asleep on the bookcase.

Song Xinyi looked at it in fright, and when she didn't see anyone else, she stood up straight.

"Knock knock!"

Song Xinyi knocked on the wooden door again, and the sound was obviously much louder.

He knocked on the door, not forgetting to peek at the movement inside the room.

knocked for a long time, but the scholar still didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and only dreamed of Zhou Gong again.

Song Xinyi looked around again and found that no one noticed him.

So he was bold, gently pushed the wooden door open with his hand, and then walked in quietly.