After taking a shower, the cool evening breeze of September greeted me, and it seemed that the whole world became clear and refreshing.

There are a lot of people on the street, and the roadside is full of old men and women, shaking their fans and chatting about family life.

There are also loudspeakers promoting the stage set up in the old dojo, which will be sung for five days from tomorrow.

However, Sun Bailu knew that this time he only sang for three days because of the typhoon.

Before returning to Du's house, Sun Bailu took Lin Haitang to the old dojo to pick a position, and the stall was still very casual at this time, who arrived first, and the location belonged to whom.

Sun Bailu took a fancy to a place, which was not conspicuous or too biased, and there should not be many people grabbing this position at the beginning. Once they were sure, they went back to do the laundry and then went to bed.

I got up early the next day and started to be busy, kneading flour, rolling dough, proofing, boiling water, chopping meat filling, wrapping fish balls, knocking dough cakes, mixing syrup......

The aroma kept wafting out of the backyard, many people came to look, and Lao Du was also "sent" by the neighbors to ask what they were doing.

Sun Bailu asked Lin Haitang to introduce it, which should be exercise.

Lin Haitang's voice couldn't be raised, and he stammered one by one.

Like sugar gourd, stone lotus tofu, and grass paste, Lao Du knew it himself, and he was so curious about those desserts.

Lin Haitang couldn't remember the name and looked at Sun Bailu.

Sun Bailu said: "Zhong Kui's mother is called ......"

Lin Haitang patted his head: "Oh! It's called Xue Mei Niang! We're not ready yet, though, and we'll have to wait for the insulated foam box and ice cubes to come. ”

In addition to Xue Mei Niang, there is also a mille-feuille cake on the side, no need for an oven, the mille-feuille can be fried in a pan, the cream is whipped, smeared layer by layer, and then the fruit can be cut.

There are also simpler mousse cakes, which can only rely on gelatin slices and whipping cream, but they need to be refrigerated and solidified, and Lao Du's family does not have a refrigerator, so they still have to buy ice cubes.

Lao Du saw that Sun Bailu was busy and didn't want to disturb him much, so he asked Sun Bailu to pay attention to rest, and if there was anything he needed to tell him, he hurried away.

The stage of the old dojo was set up at noon, and the trucks brought in the prop boxes of the Yue Opera Troupe, and the children jumped up and down around the back of the stage, playing all kinds of games.

At about half past two, Sun Bailu and Lin Haitang passed.

There are already a lot of fruit cutting stalls set up, occupying the best lot, Sun Bailu fancy that place is temporarily empty, she and Lin Haitang set up a big umbrella to block the sun, except for the sugar gourd, stone lotus tofu, seaweed paste and other durable food, she does not put other things out for the time being.

As they came, a lot of eyes moved as they came.

The people in the nearby stalls frequently looked at Sun Bailu's face, and when she set up her things, they saw her take out a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

After the ink inkstone was good, Sun Bailu spread out the crescent-colored wax paper with patterns and wrote with a pen.

Curious children gathered, and adults also gathered around.

Sun Bailu knew calligraphy early on, because writing couplets can make money, compared to origami and weaving fishing nets, writing can make money easily, of course she has to grasp it.

Later, writing and writing became a hobby.

After becoming the factory director, in her spare time during the fishing ban period, she loved to practice calligraphy when she had nothing to do, and even copied the handwriting of many famous masters.

Now the pen is in ink, wandering across the paper, not only writing, but also drawing a few stick figures on the side.

Watermelon, pineapple, or a small cup with grass paste, a simple number of strokes, vivid.

The children gathered more and more, and the adults also gathered around, and everyone was full of praise.

And the people in the distance saw this side around, and they all came over out of curiosity.

There were already some thirsty children who paid for watermelons, and Lin Haitang hurried to cut them.

After Sun Bailu hung up the wax paper, she also came to help.

In her previous life, she sold thousands of catties of pineapples and watermelons, and now she is still very sharp when she cuts them with a knife again.

More and more people came around, whether it was her face, the calligraphy and paintings she hung, or her neat knife technique in cutting things, all of them were eye-catching.

The surrounding vendors also stared at them, and their eyes lit fires.

Although I haven't started singing yet, and it's not yet the hottest time for business, this appearance will be paid back when the time comes.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, Lin Haitang picked up the pen and went to the hanging wax paper, and drew a line on the watermelon.

"No, no, no!" Lin Haitang shouted, "Our watermelons are gone, you can go buy them nearby!" ”

Nearby vendors heard the sound and looked again.

Lin Haitang shouted at the nearest aunt who sold cut fruits: "Auntie, there is someone here who wants to buy watermelon, you hurry up and cut a piece!" ”

The aunt was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Okay! ”

It didn't take long for the pineapple and seaweed paste to sell out, and Lin Haitang continued to push it to the surrounding vendors.

There were more people than Sun Bailu imagined, so she simply took out the snow girl and mille-feuille cake in the foam box, and then wrote a new piece of paper.

Xue Meiniang's several flavors were also written, and the lines were written at the end, while supplies last.

Whether it's the name or the looks, this never-before-seen dessert aroused a lot of interest, and the number of each flavor was limited, and all of a sudden, everyone paid for it and rushed to buy it.

Not long after, the words on the wax paper hanging outside were crossed out one by one, and only a few strings of sugar gourds remained on Sun Bailu's stall.

When the sugar gourd was also sold out, she and Lin Haitang began to close the stall.

From the time they came to set up the stall to the time they closed it, it took less than two hours before and after, and the talents in the theater had just begun to increase.

A girl of the same age as them coveted the Xue Mei Niang held by others, and specially came to ask if she would come to set up a stall later.

Lin Haitang replied: "No! We'll come back tomorrow, if you're thirsty, there are fruit stalls around, go buy them from other folks! ”

The fruit and drink vendors around them have long since changed from being bored to being very pleasing to the eye now.

They came early just to grab a position, and they didn't plan to make a few businesses, but they were brought by these two little girls, and they had already made a fortune before the play started.

And now, the two little girls are leaving early, and say that they will not come again today. As soon as the main drama started, it was the hottest time to make money, and they couldn't say it.

Seeing that after they packed up their things, they really left without looking back, and the small vendors nearby couldn't help but start praising them.

Lin Haitang has never been so happy and confident as she is now, and the hot business surrounded by everyone has made her speak louder and her eyes brighter.

She looked up at the still bright sky, looked at Sun Bailu, and said with some regret: "Lulu, are we really not going back to sell anything today?" ”

Sun Bailu nodded: "Yes." ”

"But it's so profitable! You see, we're sold out! ”

After saying this, Lin Haitang stuck out his tongue: "It doesn't seem to be, you have sold something, which time has you not sold out, but this time it was so fast." ”

Sun Bailu smiled: "Because we don't call it selling, it's marketing." ”