At one o'clock in the afternoon, the flow of people finally stopped, and all four people were exhausted and paralyzed.

Song Qingtian said: "Third uncle, fortunately you came to help, but your delay and your wine were not sold at all." ”

Song Xifeng said: "How can you tell the difference so clearly, Brother Lu didn't say that the liquor is all up to you, and if you don't sell it, you must be more anxious than me, you still come to persuade me, I really can't do anything about you." ”

Yang Xiulian listened to the conversation between her uncle and nephew, and was very happy, so she was like a family, so she silently went to pack her things, but found that less than a quarter of the cold powder she brought was left.

In just half a day, these more than 150 bowls have been sold!

Song Qingtian was happy in his heart, but he regretted that he had done less, and it was still early to see that it was too late, so he planned to do it again.

Judging from the current situation, how can you sell 100 bowls in the afternoon, such a good business, you can't stop doing it because of lack of goods.

Song Xifeng said: "On a sunny day, you and Xiaoyan are guarding here, my sister-in-law and I will go back to make cold powder, I walk fast, I will bring it over when it is ready, and I will not delay selling it in the afternoon." ”

Song Qingtian thought about it, Song Xifeng was a man after all, and the strength of running errands was more suitable for him. Mother Yang Xiulian's skills in making cold powder are good, and the seasonings at home are prepared, so she only needs to make cold powder when she goes back, and the third uncle will bring it over after it is done, so that her mother can rest at home and not use it.

After negotiating, Song Xifeng and Yang Xiulian ate some things casually and went to Songhe Village.

The middle-aged couple who set up a stall in the middle of the venue were a little depressed, today is the day of the meeting, there must be more people than yesterday, why don't many people come to eat cold noodles? It's been half a day, and I've only sold more than a dozen bowls of cold noodles, which can't even cover the cost.

The husband and wife are both from the village, the man's name is Lu Dazhui, he thought that there would be a spring party in the village, and took the opportunity to set up a stall in front of his house to make some money, but the current situation was really something he didn't expect.

Yesterday, there was also a stall selling cold noodles at the venue, which was to let himself and his nephew unite and drive away others.

I thought I was the only business today, but I didn't have a business.

It's too idle, so Lu Dazhui went around to take a look, and when he passed by Song Qingtian's cold powder stall, looking at the crowded customers, Lu Dazhui was dumbfounded, these are all selling cold powder, why is the difference so big?

My business is not good, I must have been robbed by this Nizi, looking at Nizi is very good-looking, why is my heart so pregnant? It's bullying to the doorstep.

Lu Dazhui thought again, if everyone in her stall went to eat at her stall, how much money would she have to make today? The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable, and the more I thought about it, I got angry.

There are a lot of people at the moment, and Lu Dazhui is embarrassed to find trouble, so he began to think about how to get rid of this Nizi who sells cold powder.

With bad intentions, there is a very good way, Lu Dazhui showed a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, remembering that his nephew in the security team can still repeat the same trick today.

Taking advantage of his spare time, Song Qingtian sorted out the big money he received, and the so-called big money is 5 yuan and 10 yuan, which are relatively large denominations.

Just as she was roughly estimating today's income, she saw a small young man standing in front of his stall, staring at her meaningfully.

Although it was obvious that this little young man was not well-intentioned, Song Qingtian still gave him a generous and warm hospitality, "Do you want to eat jelly?" ”

The little man replied casually, "Eat, of course." ”

Song Qingtian made a bowl of cold noodles for the little young man, and Jiang Xiaoyan brought it to him.

The eyes of the little young man crossed Jiang Xiaoyan's face again, and he thought to himself, these two girls are very good-looking.

His task at the moment is not to flirt with the good-looking Nizi, so he can only endure it, bury his head and start eating cold powder.

Song Qingtian originally thought that the little young man was looking for trouble, but he didn't expect to eat two sticks honestly, and it seemed to be quite delicious.

It's sure it's very fragrant, and the little young man almost forgot what he was here to do while eating.

Finally, when there was still the last bite left, the little young man suddenly shouted, "There is hair in this jelly, and the jelly in this stall is not clean!" ”

Sure enough, he was here to find trouble, Song Qingtian calmly watched the performance of the little young man, Jiang Xiaoyan was a little flustered, and hurriedly ran over.

The little young man pointed to a piece of hair at the bottom of the bowl and said, "See for yourself, in order to make money, put all the hair in the bowl for me to eat, what if I eat this hair and my stomach hurts?" ”

Eating a single hair can make your stomach hurt, the reason for this little young man is really strange.

There is no excuse for the sin that you want to add.

I wanted to wait and see what happened, but out of caution, Song Qingtian still went to take a look, and sure enough, there was obviously a hair in the cold noodle bowl.

Taking a closer look at the hair, Song Qingtian didn't seem to care, but smiled and didn't pay attention to this little young man.

This makes the little young man seem very depressed, you have hair in the cold powder, you don't apologize to me, say good things, and you are still so arrogant.

Song Qingtian's actions annoyed the little young man, he stood up, took the bowl of cold noodles he had eaten, and shouted at the people in the venue: "Everyone comes to judge the theory, this seller of cold noodles is not clean, and there is hair in the bowl and people can eat it." ”

For a while, the people who watched the excitement gathered over.

The little young man became even more proud, and continued to shout loudly, and there were more and more onlookers.

Jiang Xiaoyan saw this situation, and panicked in her heart, she really regretted that she followed Yang Xiulian back, and let Song Xifeng guard here, it is different to have a man, but Song Qingtian actually looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

Song Qingtian didn't care about himself, but was waiting for the opportunity.

Seeing that the onlookers couldn't move, and when everyone was pointing at Song Qingtian, she stood up and asked the little young man: "There is hair in my family's jelly, why can't I see it?" ”

The little young man snorted, "A boiled duck with a hard mouth!" ”

The onlookers all saw that there was hair in the bowl, and what this little young man said was not wrong, it seems that this Nizi who bought the cold powder did not admit it, and she just ate the cold powder here, and it makes people a little disgusting to think that there is hair in it.

Song Qingtian said to the crowd: "You all saw the hair inside, I want to ask, did everyone see it clearly?" ”

What is this Nizi for? Is this an admission of mistakes?

No matter what Song Qingtian was going to do, most people nodded when they saw the hair in the bowl anyway.

Song Qingtian said again: "I want to ask again, do you see that the hair in the bowl is long or short?" ”

The people who saw it didn't think much about it, and they all said that the hair in the bowl was short, and the onlookers seemed to understand something after answering.

Song Qingtian pulled Jiang Xiaoyan down to his side and said to the crowd, "Is our sister's hair so short?" ”

Song Qingtian wore a ponytail, at least 20 centimeters or more.

Jiang Xiaoyan has a middle school head and hair of more than 10 centimeters.

The onlookers suddenly understood something, and the little young man looked at the situation in front of him and felt that something was wrong.

Song Qingtian pointed to the little young man and said: "When he just came to eat cold noodles, one of our sisters made it for him and the other served it to him, we all have long hair, and the hair in this bowl is so short, it can't be our hair at all." ”

The little young man was not convinced, and retorted: "You have long hair, and all of you have the same length of hair?" Can't you have short hair in the middle of long hair? Do you guarantee that you don't have such short hair on your head? ”

Song Qingtian didn't dare to guarantee that he and Jiang Xiaoyan didn't have such short hair on their heads, thought for a moment, snatched the cold powder bowl from the little young man's hand, put it in front of the onlookers and said, "Everyone help me to see, this hair is clean on the top, isn't it?" ”

The onlookers all gathered together and stared, and the short hair was not mixed with the cold powder at all, but was placed straight on top of the cold powder.

Song Qingtian said: "If it was our sister's hair that fell out, or when I made the cold powder, it fell into it, and it must have been stirred back and forth with the cold powder, and the hair was covered with seasonings, and the hair was clean and clean." ”

The little young man pointed at Jiang Xiaoyan and shouted, "When she brought it to me, it wasn't necessary that her hair fell in." ”

"If my sister's hair falls in, it can only be on the surface of the jelly, and you don't see it until the last bite, will my sister's hair run down on its own? There is only one possibility, when you are eating and grabbing your hair, you accidentally and unintentionally scratch your hair and fall into the bowl. ”

Originally, Song Qingtian thought that when he was out in business, he always saved some face, if this little young man admitted it at this moment, it would be a misunderstanding, he accidentally fell into it, no one was wrong, and the two were fine.

But the little young man's brain was not so smart, and he didn't understand that Song Qingtian gave him such a step, but grinned and said: "You are talking nonsense, when I ate, I didn't scratch my head at all, and it couldn't be the hair that I unintentionally grabbed at all." ”

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers suddenly burst into laughter and pointed at the little young man.

"This kid is so stupid, you don't want to go down the stairs when people give you Nizi."

"That's it, I have to admit that I deliberately put my hair in the bowl and framed someone else."

"No, the hair is not Liang Nizi's, it can only be his, he doesn't admit that he accidentally fell into the bowl, that is, he deliberately fell into the bowl."

When the little young man heard such a discussion, he immediately became angry, overturned the simple table, and broke two bowls in the "ping-pong".

This is going to smash the field!

Lu Dazhui, who had been watching the crowd, just wanted to scold this little young man fiercely at the moment, "Lu Xiaojun, your brain is really broken, how can you do it?" Lao Tzu told you the way, you are disobedient, but you have to follow your own way, this is exposed, you are in a hurry to jump off the wall? If you don't make a move, you don't know what you're doing. ”

Lu Dazhui rushed into Song Qingtian's cold powder stall and grabbed the little young man, "Lu Xiaojun, what are you doing?" You're from the security team, not here to smash the field. ”

When the little young man heard the three words of the security team, he was suddenly shocked, grandma's, he was so angry by this Nizi that he almost forgot about his business, and his acting skills were poorly recognized, but he still had a way to deal with this Nizi.