"I can guarantee that you won't find anyone who knows how to make red sauce the next day in these ten miles away."

"Smell this again, is it fishy? This is meat sauce, this is meat, this is 1 penny more expensive than red sauce, 3 pence a spoonful, it seems more expensive than eggs, but it's only a penny.

Half the price of eggs is enough to feed the whole family, how much money does this save?"

"If you pass by, don't miss it. If you miss it, it will be gone."

"Oh, sister, this is already very cheap, and it can't get any cheaper. This is a small business, so the capital is quite high."

"Let's do this. I heard you call her sister-in-law. Are you a family? You two buy it together, and I'll give you a package price. The original price is 6 cents, and I'll sell it to you for 5 cents. How about it?"

…

Ye Yuran stood there and listened for a while, and then she realized that Mr. Li was a born "businessman", enthusiastic and lively, and especially liked by his customers.

No wonder some people came over to join in the fun and watch her sell things even if they didn't buy.

Are two or three texts expensive?

Two cents per egg is indeed a bit expensive.

But Mr. Li will grasp people's psychology and tell you directly - is one egg enough for a family to share? Yes, it is also two cents, but my spoonful of jam is enough for a family to share.

Farmers eat frugally. Doesn't she please everyone by saying this?

Mrs. Li was also smart. She was afraid that everyone would not buy it if they had not tried it, so she told the first ten people who bought it that they could try it first before buying it.

Of course, she had to dip it with a small stick and let the other person taste it, she couldn't do it herself.

Li's reason makes sense. He said that this is something for eating. Of course, you have to pay attention to its cleanliness. If the people behind you think it is full of your saliva, who will buy it?

Everyone burst into laughter: "Hahahaha... Indeed, who likes to eat other people's saliva?"

We don’t make much crab sauce, but a small jar is indeed more popular than the large jar of jam next to it.

After all, everyone is preparing for the autumn harvest, so it is normal to be willing to spend a little more money. By the time people come to buy the meat sauce one after another, the meat sauce has been sold out.

"It's been sold out a long time ago. Do you want some jam left? Although this one has no meat, it's sour and sweet. It's particularly appetizing in this weather, and it's also cheaper." Li pointed to the contents of the jar and said,

"It's just that little. We sell it by the spoonful and it's gone when it's sold out. Next time you want to buy it, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for the market after the autumn harvest."

Some people who cannot buy meat sauce will also consider jam.

Ye Yuran did not expect that his business would be so good, and he obviously underestimated the "purchasing power" of people in this era.

"Mom, are you back from shopping?" Ms. Li looked up and saw her with a look of surprise on her face, and quickly told her how good their business was today, especially the meat sauce. After they sold out, people came to ask.

"Well, I saw it. You did a good job. Thank you for your hard work today."

"It's not hard, I just screamed a few times. The main reason is that the food made by my mother is delicious." Mrs. Li did not forget to praise her mother-in-law.

The items for sale this time were naturally made by Ye Yuran herself. She also improved the original jam making method to make the jam more delicious.

Since 20% of the money was from public schools, Ye Yuran directly "advanced" dozens of copper coins to buy some bones, pork rinds, pig offal and the like, because these things were "cheap".

These days, when everyone buys it, they buy fat meat. Although the bones can be used for stewing and blanching, there is no meat on them; pork rinds are of some use, and no one is willing to buy oil. If you buy one, you can use it to clean the pot; pigs drain the water.

It's more difficult to handle. If you don't handle it well, it won't taste good. If you can buy a good one, no one will buy it.

The copper coins in Ye Yuran's hand were almost spent on just buying these things. When she walked back, she found a new stall set up on the roadside.

"What are you selling?"

It was an old farmer in ragged clothes, and he looked poorer than the original owner. Ye Yuran really thought that the original owner was poor enough, but he didn't expect that there was someone even poorer than the original owner.

The old farmer raised his head and looked at the clothes Ye Yuran was wearing. His eyes suddenly dimmed and he said, "Selling flowers."

"Flowers?" Ye Yuran looked at one of the pots, with finger-long red fruits hanging on it. It looked pretty, but she was sure that this was not a "flower" but a "Chaotian pepper".

To be honest, she really didn't expect to meet Chili Pepper so soon.

You must know that no one seems to know its existence from the memory of the original owner or from other people's insinuations. She thought that she would have to wait until conditions improved in the future and make great efforts to find this thing.

"How much does this pot cost?" Ye Yuran didn't ask about the pot of chili peppers, but about the pot of jasmine next to it.

The old farmer didn't even raise his head: "Er Wen."

"It's the price of an egg, what about this one?" Ye Yuran pointed to Chaotian Pepper.

"Sanwen."

"Eh? This one doesn't have the same fragrance, so why is it more expensive than this one?" Ye Yuran looked surprised.

The old farmer raised his head: "Do you want to buy it or not? If not, don't stop me from doing business."

Ye Yuran glanced at the deserted stall and said: "You don't have any business here. If you hadn't come to a place like this to sell flowers at a very old age, do you think I would come here? This kind of thing

The market is full of farmers going to the market, and no one can even fill their stomachs. Are you sure someone will buy what you grow? The things in your pot are not uncommon, right?"

Just point to a pot of flowers and tell them what it is and how it needs to be taken care of, all in a clear and logical manner.

"Are you a flower farmer too?!" The old farmer finally showed a surprised expression, as if he couldn't believe it.

"I'm not really a flower farmer, but I've worked in a wealthy family before, so I know a lot. Judging from your appearance, you really can't go to a place like this to sell flowers. You must have encountered some difficulties, right?"

Yu Ran really didn't mean to embarrass this old flower farmer. In fact, everyone knew what the market was for.

But why do veteran flower farmers still bring them here to sell them?

I must have been forced out of my mind and came out to "get lucky".

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Yuran asked this question, the old flower farmer burst into tears: "Sister, I feel so miserable..."

It turned out that he was originally a flower farmer on the farm of a wealthy family, and he worked with his mother-in-law and family on the farm. But a few days ago, his good-looking daughter was attracted by the master and wanted to take him as a concubine.

"My daughter has already been engaged and will be getting married in a few months. Isn't the master looking down on us by robbing her like this?"

"How can it be easy to be a concubine? How many concubines can live to the end of their lives?"

"Even if I am no longer promising, I cannot let my good daughter fall into that wolf's den."

…

The corner of Ye Yuran's mouth twitched because she thought of the original owner. If this matter were to be replaced by the original owner, she would probably have to beat gongs and drums happily to celebrate that Zhu Bamei was attracted by some rich master, right?

There is no harm without comparison.
Chapter completed!