The subordinates stared at each other and did not answer in time.

Seeing their hesitation, Chang Shuang already knew the answer, and she said: "Tell me the truth, don't worry." ”

The family glanced at each other again, and Gong Hongying said, "Miss, I don't know how much this can will sell?" ”

There are 100 cans of pickles brought by Chang Shuang, and the size is the same as the amount that Chang Jia loaded for the first time, but considering the different prices in various places, the price in Ningzhen is different from that in Anshou County, so it is cheaper.

"Seven cans." Chang Shuang Road.

Gong Hongying said: "Qiwen is very discounted for such a delicious thing, but if it were me, I wouldn't spend money to buy it for seasoning." ”

Yang Wandao: "It's very good to have steamed buns to eat, even if the taste is lighter, but you can eat enough, a steamed bun is a penny, why spend seven pennies to sell things that can't be eaten, to match things that can be eaten?"

If the rich people like to eat, they will buy it, and we poor people who want to spend a penny as two pennies will not buy it, in short, I don't want to spend this to buy it. ”

"Yes!" Gong Hongying said, "Qiwen can buy seven steamed buns, and one person can eat them for seven days, and this can not be full." ”

Ah Wu didn't speak, but she thought the same as them.

Chang Shuang didn't speak quietly, but she felt very uncomfortable, and sure enough, this was the case. Pickles are a commodity for the common people in Anshou County, and they have become a commodity for the rich in Ningzhen, so the life of the people in Anshou County is not bad.

"Have you all experienced a time when you only eat one steamed bun a day, or don't eat at all?" Chang Shuang asks a question to which she already knows the answer.

"Yes, as it was in previous years." Gong Hongying didn't feel anything, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Chang Shuang understands that there is only one problem here, and that is poverty. As long as there is money, customers will pay for things, and sellers will have business.

Chang Shuang can imagine the treatment that her business gets here, but she still has to hit the south wall and experience it for herself.

"Aunt Gong, you go out with me to sell goods."

"Yes." Gong Hongying is obedient, whether she can sell it or not, whether she loses or not, is a matter for the master to consider.

Chang Shuang originally wanted Ah Wu to follow, but according to the current situation, he still brought more capable people to go, and Gong Hongying was better than Ah Wu to drink.

Chang Shuang only brought ten cans of pickles out, and Gong Hongying went out with her burden.

Both men and women in Ningzhen will go to the streets, work, and trade, and there are many women who sell food, so Chang Shuang took Gong Hongying out.

"Pickles, pickles, can be sour, sweet or spicy, appetizing and delicious, seasoned with dry and light food, very delicious. Do you want to taste it? ”

"How much does this can cost?"

"What is this? Pickles, I also have them at home. ”

"What? Seven cents, so expensive, my family also has it. ”

Chang Shuang and Gong Hongying shouted in the street, and the passers-by were attracted by their shouting, and people always had a heart to join in the fun, but after they asked about the price and the dishes, they were disgusted.

This is what Chang Shuang expected, and she is not disappointed, her eyes observe the pedestrians on the road, they are either curious, or want to taste, or want to buy but regret that they have no money, or are indifferent. In short, everyone doesn't buy it.

"Auntie, can you try your pickles?" Here came a couple of men.

Gong Hongying greeted with a smile, "Yes, please." ”

Gong Hongying enthusiastically and diligently opened a jar and gave it to the guests to taste.