Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 211 Personal Experience

   "Buy it." Although the people's livelihood is difficult outside, her expenses have not been reduced, and there is still money to buy sugar.

   and being trapped at home, this is also one of her few hobbies.

Man Bao took out a large bag of sweets wrapped in oil paper bags. Fu Wenyun naturally couldn’t count them. Qiuyue gave her a bunch of money, and then sent people to the door, “If you come to the county seat, you must Come to see me."

  Man Bao nodded fiercely, and said: "My second brother may be setting up a stall in the street in Nancheng that specializes in farmers' products recently. If you want to write to me, ask Qiuyue to find my second brother."

  Fu Wenyun expressed her understanding.

  Two friends waved goodbye.

  The people living in this area are all family members of the officials, such as the county princes, the county lieutenants, the master book, and other officials. Zhou Lang, who has been familiar with each other in this area, directly took them to knock on the door.

  Perhaps because of the refugees, the person who opens the door has to ask a question first, open a gap, and open the door after confirming that it is someone they know.

  Thursday Lang led them to open up a large customer base, ranging from old ladies in their 60s to 70s to children aged 5 to 6 years old.

  Of course, the latter are mainly the customers of Friday Lang and Saturday Lang.

  The children in this area especially like the candy they sell.

The children inside    heard Saturday Lang’s voice and ran out one after another, squeezing at the door to watch Saturday Lang, "Are there any candy for sale today?"

  Saturday Lang nodded, "Yes, how many do you want?"

   "I want ten!"

   "I want five!"

   "My eldest sister is rich, I will call her."

   "Yes, let eldest sister buy more."

  An older girl was crowded around. There were only two people in their house. One of them was working in the kitchen, and the other was standing by the door watching them and not letting them go outside.

  The little girl who came was obviously familiar with Saturday Lang, and asked, "Have you been to the county magistrate's house?"

"Yes."

   "See Miss Fu Er?"

  Saturday Lang was about to open his mouth to speak, Man Bao secretly pulled his sleeve, poked his head out from behind and said, "I saw Sister Qiuyue."

   "Oh," Miss Sister's interest diminished a little. She glanced at the candy they sold to younger siblings and asked, "The same type of candy you sell to Ms. Fu Er?"

  Man Bao nodded, "It's exactly the same."

  Satisfied, Miss Sister nodded and said: "As much as Miss Fu bought, please give me as much."

  Man Bao unceremoniously reached into the cloth bag, took out a bag of wrapped candies from Koko, and gave it to her, "A bag is a hundred."

  The little girl's face was slightly stiff. One hundred pieces is one hundred words. Although her father is the master book, a bunch of money is also a lot for her.

  But the words have been spoken, it is impossible for her to change. She took the sugar packet and said with a stiff face: "You are waiting here, I will get it."

  Saturday Lang went to see Bao Bao Ma’s cloth bag, "I thought your bag can only hold two bags of sugar, can you even hold three bags?"

  Man Bao nodded proudly, she could do as much as she wanted.

Taking advantage of her time to get the money, Man Bao asked Da Ya to wrap up several flower baskets, and gave the flower baskets to these little customers. Man Bao said, "Thank you for taking care of our family's business. These flower baskets are for you. gift."

  The little customers wow, and they took it one after another. Not to mention that the flower baskets are beautiful, but they are not beautiful. The ordinary gift makes them very happy.

  Not to mention these flower baskets are still very beautiful.

  There are two girls about the same size as Manbao, who thinks this flower basket is more expensive than the sugar they bought, so they are embarrassed to accept it.

  Man Bao is very generous, and he waved his little hand: "If you give it to you, take it."

  A small customer asked, "Are you still coming tomorrow?"

  Man Bao said: "If you want to eat candy, come."

   "Come on, then, I will ask my father for money in the evening, and I can buy sugar again tomorrow."

  The little girl has been there for a long time, but Man Bao is not bored at all. She is a chatter and can talk to anyone.

When the little girl came over with a bunch of money, her younger sibling, cousin, and cousin were sitting on the threshold and chatting with Man Bao. Not only did Man Bao know how many people there were in her family, she even knew which village her mother came from. After that, he naturally knew that this was the chief bookkeeper of their county.

  Man Bao also took a closer look and felt that although the house was beautiful, it was smaller than theirs.

  The little girl knew nothing, and handed the money to Man Bao, who also handed her a flower basket.

  The little girl who had some distressed money was happy when she saw it, and discarded her prejudice, "You did this? It's so beautiful."

  A group of four people knocked on the door and sold sweets all the way, sending the flower baskets all the way.

  It’s that occasionally a family’s children don’t buy it, and Man Bao also gives each other a flower basket. After all, they have taken care of their business for a long time, isn’t it?

   And sent it all the way, a lot of small bamboo baskets, and a lot of flowers, Saturday Lang and Datou felt much more relaxed.

  So the two are the ones most eager to send these things out.

  When the flower baskets are delivered, the pack of candies that was opened for retail is also sold out. Everyone clapped their hands and went back to Tue Lang contentedly.

  Of course, before going back, Man Bao led everyone to buy buns.

  I’ve been out for so long, and my stomach is really hungry.

  Thinking that the family needs money, Man Bao sadly didn’t choose meat buns, but said to the stall owner: "I want ten vegetarian buns."

  The stall owner took a large dried leaf, and quickly picked up ten buns for her separately, one pack of five, a total of two packs.

Man Bao counted out ten cents for him. The stall owner was taken aback. He glanced at Man Bao. He felt stunned. When he saw Saturday Lang, he recognized the person, "It's you, brother, you guys. How long have you not been to the county seat?"

   Seeing that he didn’t receive the money on Saturday, Lang said, “It’s been a while, what’s wrong?”

  Man Bao also came back to her senses, remembering the price of rice raised by the stall owner next door in the morning, she couldn’t help asking, “Did the price increase?”

The stall owner wiped his hands with a little embarrassment: "Isn't it? The food in the grain shop is soaring, I can't do this business unless I increase the price."

   "Then how much is the vegetarian package now?"

   "Two pennies each."

  Man Bao breathed a sigh of relief. Although expensive, it was still within her acceptance range.

  Man Bao counted out ten cents to him again.

  The stall owner only accepted it. After looking around, he whispered to Saturday, “Now it’s two pennies, maybe one more penny will be added after a while.”

  He sighed sadly: “The price of food was still thirty cents per bucket this morning. At noon, people who bought rice said that it had risen to thirty-two cents.”

  Not only is full of treasures, even Satsang Lang is stunned, "This is also rising too fast, right?"

   "No, it's rising so fast."

  The excitement of earning three hundred yuan fell off, and Man Bao depressed and followed Saturday Lang back.

  (End of this chapter)