In a blink of an eye, it was the twenty-first day of the third month of the lunar calendar, which was the day when Hemai was going to be out of the stall.

As early as when Hemai had the plan to sell porridge, Liulang asked Tian Dacheng to inquire about everything about the stall.

The location of the intersection that he had previously fancied, Rokuro had already gone to the street division and verbally claimed the location.

And hot porridge and fried buns are only suitable for breakfast, so the two of them are ready to go to the market to sell them after that, and they will go when they are young, and they will return when they are over.

However, it seems that it will not take a few hours, but you can get up before dawn, start boiling rice to make porridge, and then neatly stack the buns from the previous night into the big food box, which is not an easy job.

On this morning, He Mai had barely slept the night before, but he was also in good spirits.

Rokuro accompanied her in the stove room, and when the two pots of porridge were boiled and the two buckets of porridge were placed on the donkey cart, the chicken had just crowed for the first time.

When he went out, Rokuro took a coat for Hemai and put it on her, and then went to drive the donkey cart.

It didn't take half an hour to arrive in Qinglu Village, and when they arrived at the intersection, the two of them hurriedly moved their families out of the car - benches, low tables, stoves, and small pots......

There happened to be a hole in the wall brick, and the bamboo pole on the cloth was inserted into it.

The market opened early, and when He Mai and Liulang arrived at the stall, it was only the end of the day, but there were already four or five vendors on the street who came out to sell breakfast.

He Mai looked at the vendors who gradually appeared, a little dumbfounded, "So many vendors? What if what they sell overlaps with ours? ”

Rokuro pondered for a moment and said, "When you meet on a narrow road, the one who tastes good wins." ”

He Mai was just about to speak, but he smelled a fragrance, sniffed, and stared at the tofu brain laid out by the early shop in front of him.

She swallowed her saliva and looked at Rokuro with some pity, "There are so many delicious foods here, where will anyone drink my porridge?" ”

She crossed her fingers and listed a bunch for Liulang, "There are tofu brains, mutton steamed dumplings, shredded noodles, sauce cakes, you see, there is also the oldest steamed bun shop in Qinglu Village," she looked down at the somewhat depressed stalls and porridge bucket stove in front of her, and sighed, "Who will come to drink porridge and eat steamed buns?" ”

"Wait, there will definitely be someone." Liulang comforted, and after a while, seeing that Hemai's interest was really not high, he asked her, "What do you want to eat early, I'll buy some?" ”

"Tofu brain!" He Mai's eyes lit up, "I really want to drink a bowl of hot tofu brain, next to ...... You can buy whatever you like, I just need a bowl of tofu brain! ”

She pointed to the small pot in front of her, "No one buys fried buns, so I'll eat them myself." ”

Rokuro smiled: "Then you look at the stall here, I'll come when I go." ”

"Okay." Hemai readily agreed.

When Rokuro went to buy tofu brains, He Mai sat alone on the bench, looking at the pedestrians who were in a hurry, or the vendors who were in a hurry, and no one seemed to notice that there was a stall called "Porridge Bun Shop" at the intersection here.

He Mai pondered that Ming'er wouldn't let Liulang come over, since there was no business, why bother the two of them?

This little donkey is very obedient, tomorrow morning she will drive the donkey cart over, and then take Xiao Hei, if there is business, you will do it, if you have no business, you will stay, and with Xiao Hei with you, it will not be too boring.

was thinking like this, but suddenly saw two people in front of her, who seemed to be a bunch of couples, looking at her with complicated expressions.

He Mai hurriedly stood up and greeted, "What are you two eating?" White porridge, sweet porridge and fried buns......"

"You take our place," the woman said with a smile on her face as she introduced her stall, "Don't you see that there are two chopsticks stuck in here?" This is where we hang the banner, and now it's your ......."

She glanced at He Mai, "Before you came, didn't you go to the Street Division to find out about the stall?" ”

She explained, "We took a fancy to this place more than a month ago, when my husband went to settle this location with the street division......

"We've been out of the stall here for more than half a month, this little lady, you better quickly take your stall and go elsewhere." The man shook his head, interrupting He Mai's explanation.

This kung fu rokuro came back from buying tofu brains, and saw a couple standing in front of the stall pushing a cart, so he hurriedly came over to ask.

The couple saw that Liulang Hemai was sincere in their words and actions, so they simply told them, "Last month, the Yamen sent people to clean up the commercial market, and now I have to go to the street department to stamp another document with a fingerprint, and it will not work in the future." ”

There was no way, so He Mai and Liulang had to collect the stall first, and put the two porridge buckets and the small pot stove back on the donkey cart.

When the sky was bright, the street division appeared and beat gongs and drums to tell these vendors not to occupy the road and affect the exit of the fang wall.

After Liulang negotiated with the street division and inquired about this series of procedures, Xiaoshi was about to close the stall.

He Mai looked at the signing document that Liulang took back, which indicated a certain location on Changting Street, and the two of them inquired left and right to find their own stall, and when they saw it, they were dumbfounded.

The long street of Xiaoshi is the most remote and private of their stalls.

Not far in front is a deserted land temple, behind it are two dilapidated houses, and on the right is a drum tower.

He Mai was dumbfounded for a moment, and said in frustration: "Is there only this place left?" Isn't that the street division embarrassing us? Obviously, there are many places to set up stalls on the side of the road! ”

"Other places will occupy the road and affect the appearance of the market, only this one," Liulang was also a little embarrassed, and looked at Hemai, "Why don't you forget it, don't endure this hardship, go home?" ”

He Mai pursed his lips, "I have paid all the money a month, how can I not come?" ”

She shook her head a little irritably, "Let's go home now, think about what to do first." ”

This location is really unpleasant, almost all of them are fenced off, how to do business?

He Mai thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a way.

"The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, otherwise we will get some wine to sell early tomorrow morning, which is guaranteed to attract some drunkards." Rokuro laughed and teased her.

He Mai glanced at him, "Xiao Shi does not allow anyone to sell wine." However, if it is full of fragrance, it can also attract some people. But where is the fragrance of this porridge and buns? ”

The porridge is covered with a bucket, and if you open the lid, you are afraid that it will be cold.

As for the fried buns, they have to be fried freshly, and the cold buns have no fragrance at all.

He Mai thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea, and said, "Why don't you make the cloth tricks more conspicuous?" Cutting more cloth to show the way will attract some people. Is this a fried bun...... I put it in the pot in advance and fried it over low heat, it must be fragrant! ”