A few days ago, selling pancakes and shouting for selling had already been honed. Hearing Qiao Mo'er's voice, Han also shouted.

Xiao Yanagi didn't know if she thought it was fun or what, and shouted in that soft and glutinous voice, "Bright shallots!" ”

Seeing the mother and daughter shouting hard, Hua Rong next to her was a little stunned, but she didn't care what she thought about, so she was pulled by Qiao Mo'er, "You also shout." ”

Hua Rong smiled and let her shout here...

"Didn't you say you could do anything? If you want to sell it now, you can't even shout? Seeing that she didn't move, Qiao Mo'er pouted.

Hua Rong's expression froze again, and finally sighed helplessly, and a weak voice came out of his mouth, "Selling green onions and cabbage~"

"You have to shout louder, you see Xiao Yi'er shouting so loudly."

As if in response to Qiao Mo'er's words, Xiao Liuyi's voice sounded at the right time, "Selling green onions." ”

Hua Rong mourned silently for herself in her heart, and with an open look, she tore her throat and shouted.

The squinted eyes were full of satisfaction and smiles, and Qiao Mo'er also shouted.

Shouting is still useful, the sweet and crisp girlish voice, coupled with the soft and glutinous childish voice, many pedestrians are attracted to it.

"Your dish does look better than others, why do you sell it?"

"Green onions cost three pennies a pound, and radishes and cabbage are two pennies a catty."

Faced with the inquiry, Qiao Mo'er made a sweet offer.

This price is also the market price, and Qiao Moer did not raise it.

The man bought two pounds of green onions and a cabbage.

The copper plate was still collected by Qiao Mo'er and put into the small money bag she carried with her.

In the next time, ten catties of green onions, more than ten radishes and four or five cabbages were all sold out in two hours, but no one cared about the spicy cabbage.

Qiao Mo'er was not in a hurry, and continued to shout: "Spicy cabbage, pickled fresh and spicy cabbage, crispy and spicy, I guarantee that I want to eat it again!" ”

This time, Hua Rong didn't hesitate much, and shouted directly behind Qiao Mo'er.

"What's the spicy cabbage? Is it really as good as you shout? ”

My throat was drained, and finally someone came up and asked.

Qiao Mo'er hurriedly stepped forward and enthusiastically introduced: "Sister, this is our family's own pickled spicy cabbage, it's delicious, if you don't believe it, you can try it first." ”

As she spoke, she took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks and bamboo bowls from the back basket behind her, which were all made by Qiao Guangfa when she was making finger cakes.

The woman wearing navy blue clothes and carrying a basket leaned over to the mouth of the altar that Qiao Mo'er had just opened and sniffed, and felt that acid water began to bubble out of her mouth.

Qiao Mo'er put a chopstick into the main bowl for her, she immediately filled it into her mouth, and after savoring it, her eyes instantly lit up.

"How do you sell this spicy cabbage?"

"Five cents a pound." Qiao Mo'er stretched out a hand to signal.

The woman frowned slightly, "Isn't it a little expensive?" Other people only sell pickled vegetables for three or four cents. ”

"My aunt also tasted it just now, and we don't need to say much about how it tastes. Five cents a pound, if the aunt is too expensive, go to another house to see. Qiao Mo'er's smile remained unchanged.

Recalling the lingering spicy taste in her mouth, the woman stretched her brows and said, "Then give me two catties first." ”

"Huh." Qiao Mo'er hurriedly went to get the oil paper and shouted to Han Shi to make the scales.

She thought that before the weather closed the cold, let her father go to the bamboo forest to cut some bamboo, make some small bamboo tubes, and hold pickles, otherwise everything would have to be wrapped in oiled paper, which would be too troublesome.

If the business gets off to a good start, there will be one.

Every Qiao Moer will let people taste it first, so that everyone who tastes it and thinks it is delicious will buy more or less.

This jar is a bit large, containing seven or eight catties.

When the sun was already in the middle of the sky, there were still about two catties left in the jar, Qiao Mo'er didn't buy it again, and was going to close the stall and go home, there were still students to eat at noon at home.

But just as a few people were about to put away the jar, a voice came from a distance.

"Huh, wait."

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