Wanniang and they had to climb up again, but they couldn't find any good position when they got to it.

Where there are resting pavilions and where there are flat grounds, they have long been occupied. The location that Wan Niang found was a relatively steep slope, but fortunately there was a flat area.

Xu Hu and Xu Hong both put down the things on their backs, Wan Niang took out the cleanly washed sweet potatoes from the back basket, put them into the oven made of paint buckets, lit the carbon fire, and seriously piled up the carbon fire bit by bit.

The oven Wanniang has tried, the first time it was baked, the taste of the skin was not good, with the first experience, the second time it was almost baked. So now she doesn't have to do the math to know how much charcoal is needed for the sweet potatoes in the oven. After putting the sweet potatoes and putting the charcoal fire, she covered the oven and opened the vent under the oven to make it easier for the charcoal fire in the oven to fully burn, and the genius gradually began to light up.

The people who came to the mountain temple to eat fast also went up the mountain one after another, the children jumped and jumped, the parents were anxiously protecting and shouting in the back, and there were pious old people holding incense and candles, walking a few steps, kneeling down and worshipping the mountain god devoutly.

Wan Niang watched, and also folded her hands in the direction of the mountain temple, and bowed reverently. All things have spirits, she can be reborn, maybe the gods in the myths are also real? I just ask the God of Wealth and the God of the Mountain to bless me, and it would be good if I could earn back my capital today.

Wan Niang's position is not good, everyone who sells things not far away has sold a lot, but Wan Niang's side has not yet opened.

"Wan'er, shall we ...... Lower the price a little? 3 cents a piece is too expensive. Xu Hu saw that no one came to buy such a big signboard on his paint bucket, and he was a little anxious.

"No, it's just 3 corners." Wan Niang said stubbornly: "Abba, I do this, if I make money, someone will definitely follow suit in the future to do this." They do the same, if they want to sell money, they can only fight a price war, and what I want to do is to do word-of-mouth. If I don't sell it for 3 dimes a piece, I can't sell it, then I don't have to do it, and I can't make money back What else can I do? . "The yield of sweet potatoes in Shu Province is high, and every household can afford to eat them, so sweet potatoes are the most unprofitable things in the city, and most of the farmers are slaughtered to feed pigs, chickens, and ducks. So the roasted sweet potato for 3 cents a piece is a little expensive. But man is a creature who pursues vanity very much, and the same thing, your stall is good-looking, the packaging is good-looking, clean and hygienic, and the price is a little higher, it is especially easy for people to accept...... There will always be someone who chooses you.

What's more, Wan Niang didn't plan to target customers from the beginning, ordinary farmers who came to eat vegetarian food, and she aimed at people in the city early on. She asked Yanzi, a bowl of cold noodles in the city is now 5 cents, in the previous life, the price of cold noodles and sweet potatoes in tourist areas is comparable, she has appropriately lowered the standard.

Seeing that Wanniang is not allowed, although Xu Hu has the heart to say something, he also does not want to extinguish Wanniang's enthusiasm. Anyway, if he really can't sell it, then he can carry it back to his own people to eat, and the rest can be fed to pigs. The oven is only a dozen or so yuan, and it is nothing to lose.

After a while, I saw a bunch of well-dressed people surrounding a young man in a Mao suit and a young woman with a delicate face combed in a bun going up the mountain, and even Secretary Huang of Wangjia Village was wearing a white-washed white shirt, following from a distance, but he was still holding his youngest son in his hand.

Secretary Huang's youngest son is called Huang Jie, a naughty mischievous goods, he was sent to kindergarten when he was four years old, but he burned half of the teacher's head. Secretary Huang had to take it home and take it with him, thinking that when he was seven or eight years old, he would understand something and send him to kindergarten.

The day Wanniang jumped into the river to save Wang Yu was the day Secretary Huang's wife picked up Huang Jie, who was in trouble at school, and went home.

Wan Niang's diving posture has always been deeply imprinted in his mind, he secretly went to swim in the river, and always felt that he was not as good as her.

A few days ago, he heard his father tell his grandmother that this person is not easy. So as soon as he saw Wan Niang's eyes, he gurgled and turned, let go of Secretary Huang's hand, and ran to Wan Niang's stall in a hurry, and took out 5 cents from his purse, "Give me a sweet potato." ”

"Okay." Wan Niang didn't take the money, she took a piece of oiled paper, turned on the oven, grabbed a roasted sweet potato and handed it to Huang Wei, "Give it to you to eat, I won't charge you money." ”

Wan Niang can see that this little kid is leading Secretary Huang, and the money that Secretary Huang gave her is just to buy sweet potatoes, and she can buy all her sweet potatoes, after all, sweet potatoes in the countryside are only sold for a few cents a catty.

"Why don't you take money when you do business?" Huang Jie put the money on the lid of the oven, "If you don't take the money, I'll yell at you, saying that you will do a good deed today and give everyone a free roasted sweet potato." ”

"Stinky boy!" As soon as Secretary Huang came over, he heard Huang Jie say that he wanted to shout like this, and knocked Huang Jie with a bang, "I can't stop your mouth when I buy food." ”

Huang Jie rubbed his head and flattened his mouth, he was not afraid of anything, just his father. I don't know why, his father won't want him, and he won't really beat him, why is he so afraid of his father? He took the sweet potato depressedly, saw that the sweet potato skin was clean, and did not pull it away, so he took a bite of it directly, "Hey, it's so hot." ”

"Be careful." Wan Niang reminded that she also knew that it was late, and she was very remorseful.

"Well deserved." Secretary Huang shook his head with a smile and looked at Wan Niang, "I gave him the money today, you do business, then take it." Do your business well. ”

"Okay, I got it." Wan Niang smiled, took the money, found two corners and handed them to Huang Jie.

Huang Jie snorted and took it, looking at the roasted sweet potato in his hand and nowhere to put his mouth.

Wan Niang told Secretary Huang that she wanted to do business with baked sweet potatoes today, and pointed to Xu Hu and Xu Hong, and said, "This is my father, this is my fourth brother." ”

"Secretary Huang, hello, hello." Xu Hu is a self-acquaintance, and after listening to Wan Niang's introduction, he went to hold Secretary Huang's hand, and he also heard Wan Niang say that the division was a testimony made by Secretary Huang of Wangjia Village, although it was unfair to divide it if he didn't get anything. But Wan Niang's request is also quite special, and Secretary Huang's willingness to testify is a great help. So Xu Hu hurriedly greeted.

"Hello Secretary Huang." Xu Hong is an honest person, and he will only say one word when he greets people, "Have you eaten?" ”

"I've eaten breakfast, and I'm here to catch up with the vegetarian food at noon at the mountain temple." Secretary Huang smiled and said, "There is a task to come up to eat vegetarian food today, so I won't bother you." ”

"Abba is delicious!" Huang Jie was scalded, and he didn't throw away the roasted sweet potato, and he blew it for a long time before he took a bite. The skin is crispy, the meat is sweet, fragrant, soft and glutinous, sweet and delicious.

"If it's delicious, you can eat more and keep your mouth shut. I don't see you stop along the way. Secretary Huang pulled Huang Jie's hand, "Let's go, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up." ”

"What's the hurry? Abba, no one has ever looked at us, what a score! Huang Jie was unwillingly dragged away by Secretary Huang, eating sweet potatoes with one hand, and turned to Wan Niang and said, "I'll go to play with you in two days!" ”

"People can afford to put on the score!" Secretary Huang hated that iron could not become steel, and he didn't care what this kid said about playing with Wan Niang, he only pulled Huang Jie to speed up his pace.