Thorn, stab, stab, ......"

Han Chunming stood behind the long stove, skillfully flipping the mutton skewers, and there were three or four small tables around his stall.

"It smells so good."

He Xiao smelled the familiar smell of mutton, and suddenly felt that the popsicle in his mouth was not fragrant.

Take a closer look, the mutton skewers are oily, and then sprinkled with chili peppers and cumin.

Swallowing his saliva, he walked over to the small table and sat down.

"Two cents for a string, five cents for three strings, eat ten skewers and get one string."

Glancing at the sign hanging in front of the stall, he asked suspiciously, "Chunming, how much are these ten strings?"

"A piece of seven, hey, in fact, you can get one string if you buy nine strings."

Hearing Han Chunming's words, He Xiaole was happy, he was really good at business.

"You have so much lamb in a bunch, and it is not expensive, can you make money?"

Han Chunming glanced left and right, and when he saw that there was no one around, he said with a smile: "Mutton is cheap, and I don't need a ticket to buy sheep in the countryside, I can earn half of a string."

"Little half?"

He Xiao was stunned for a moment, the benefits of this mutton skewer are really not small.

Thinking about it, he feels that selling lamb skewers can make more money than selling fried chicken, and of course, there is definitely no future for fried chicken restaurants.

After a while, Han Chunming walked over with more than ten skewers of mutton.

"Come, try my craft."

He Xiao had already smelled hungry, so he picked up a string and hurriedly took a bite.

"Hmm, it's hot."

After chewing, he stretched out his thumb, "Yes, it's fragrant and enjoyable, Chunming, you can, the craftsmanship is good."

"Hehe, then you eat more."

Han Chunming was quite satisfied, he turned around and went to the stove, and continued to grill lamb skewers.

Seeing that there were more and more people on the street, he roasted and shouted, "Mutton skewers, fresh mutton skewers, two cents and one skewer, five cents and three skewers, eat ten skewers and get one skewer."

"Chunming, you can't just grill lamb skewers, you get tired of eating too much of this thing."

He Xiao took the mutton skewers and while eating, he suggested, "Some more vegetables, grilled eggplant, grilled leeks, and a glass of beer, so that you can enjoy eating."

"Eggplant, leek shop, I can't get beer, that's a tight commodity."

Han Chunming thought about it and thought it was a good idea.

It's just that the price is not easy to set, and a bunch of eggplants will be sold for a few cents at most.

But it's also cheap to buy eggplant, and when he goes to the countryside tomorrow to buy sheep, he can buy some vegetables by the way.

As for beer, forget it, it doesn't matter if you can't get it.

He Xiao was still a little regretful when he heard this, looked down, grabbed a few strings casually, and entered the shop.

Handing the lamb skewers to Taozi in the house, he took two bottles of ice soda and walked out.

Giving Han Chunming a bottle, he sat down again and picked up the lamb skewers.

I didn't have any beer to drink, so I had to deal with it with Arctic Ocean soda first.

"Lamb skewers, fresh lamb skewers."

Han Chunming held a pu fan, and while fanning, he turned over the mutton skewers, and the fragrance quickly spread out.

Most people passing by on the street will glance this way when they smell the smell of meat.

Soon, there were more customers at the stall.

However, if you come to buy skewers, you don't want much, at most you buy five cents to satisfy your cravings.

……

After eating and drinking, he said hello to Han Chunming, and He Xiao walked around the street for a while.

In a few stalls on the street, the woman who sold the blankets and burned them was still there.

The other stalls that came to the new place also sell all kinds of snacks, and the business is quite good.

In the park to the south, there are also a lot of people enjoying the shade, and He Xiao feels that in less than half a month, this place has changed, and it is much more lively than before.

"Tsk, Silly Zhu and Qin Huairu are busy with stick stalks these days, no

I came to set up a stall, but I lost a lot."

He Xiao wanted to laugh a little, at the beginning, he and the uncles and aunts spread the news that they could make money here, and the effect was really good.

After walking around, he finally went to the shop to take a look, and the inner hall was full of moviegoers, both men and women, and he roughly counted at least thirty of them.

There are a lot of people, just such a small TV, it has reached the limit, He Xiao looks very satisfied.

As long as the street is lively, his video hall can also benefit.

After saying hello to Taozi, he turned around and left.

It was just slightly dark, and when he passed by the middle courtyard, he saw the door of the west wing, Qin Huairu was talking to the stick terrier, and after a curious look, he left directly.

……

"Phew!"

The stick terrier also found He Xiao, he gritted his teeth and took a spit.

"Terrier! I'm talking to you."

Qin Huairu frowned and raised his voice.

"From today onwards, you will have a family, and you will work steadily in the future, but don't mess around anymore."

"Tomorrow, I'll let Silly Zhu go to the back kitchen of the canteen, let MCA apologize to you, and save the people in the canteen from embarrassing you, terrier? Did you hear that?"

"Uh-huh, Mom, I see."

The stick terrier responded casually, and his face looked a little absent-minded.

In the afternoon, he borrowed 3,000 yuan from Xu Damao, and with this capital, he was thinking about making a comeback.

But the Friendship Store was too dangerous, and he had to change the place where the vouchers were tossed.

"You ......"

Qin Huairu looked at the appearance of the stick terrier, and knew that her son didn't hear it.

Sighing, she looked left and right, and said softly: "Stick terrier, let me tell you, the house in the backyard can't be moved, it will be our family's ancestral property in the future, don't sell it to Xu Damao."

The stick terrier coughed, a little embarrassed.

Not daring to look directly at Qin Huairu, he lowered his head and whispered:

"Mom, your name is written in the house book, even if I want to sell it, then you have to agree to it."

Qin Huairu thought about it, and the stick terrier was right.

A few days ago, Silly Zhu and her went to the housing management bureau and replaced the name on the backyard room book with hers.

No one can move the house without her talking now.

Finally relieved, she sent the stick terrier, and then went to the east wing to find the stupid pillar.

In the east wing, Silly Zhu was also relieved after listening to the house.

However, Qin Huairu said another thing, he was embarrassed.

"Let MCA apologize to the stick terrier? No, no."

"Silly Zhu, what did you look like when you were beaten by him? Shouldn't it?"

Speaking of which, Qin Huairu was distressed, at today's wedding banquet, the big purple face of the stick terrier, and the appearance of limping, but it made relatives and neighbors laugh.

"Yes...... Can be ......"

Silly Zhu's face was a little ugly, but the apprentice Ma Hua was a stick for him.

It would be chilling for him to do such a thing.

"No, I can't do that!"

"Gross."

Qin Huairu covered her mouth and retched.

Closing her eyes, she was uncomfortable for a while, and then she said with red eyes again, "Silly Zhu, you don't even want a son for your apprentice, right?"

"Son? It's not the same thing."

Silly Zhu subconsciously looked at Qin Huairu's stomach, he hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not okay to apologize, I'll go and talk to him, so that he won't be embarrassed in the future."

(End of chapter)