"Yes, you are busy with your business, we are all here!"
Jin Cuihao and Moran also urged.
The three mothers went to the farmer's market again, but it was still the same place.
Although the little drum was beating in his heart, he chose to ignore the probing glances and whispers around him.
Jin Cuihao and Mo Lan also showed off the sweaters they were wearing like Mo Yan did.
The stall was set up and attracted a group of beauty-loving female compatriots.
"This is it!"
A burst of noise made Mo Yan's scalp tense. She quickly looked around and saw her first customer leading several women in.
The bright red sweater collar exposed at the neck makes her look very energetic.
"This is where I bought it! Just take your pick! I'll be responsible for getting you gifts!"
The woman pointed at Mo Yan and said something that made her happy.
"Little sister, it's you!"
Mo Yan smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't see his eyes, but he gritted his teeth in a difficult manner.
"Since I am a new customer brought by you, instead of looking at the monk's face, I have to look at your Buddha's face. They are all the same gifts as you!"
Then he muttered painfully:
"Oh my bad mouth, I always leave the door open. I'm really spending money to make a fuss. I'll pay you back!"
Moran pretended to be angry next to him:
"You said you, let's just point out that we earn eight cents of hair. If you are so generous and give away money, what else can we earn?"
Mo Yan didn't react for a while, until he was pulled by Mo Lan, and then he spoke:
"Sister, I was wrong, but I have already said this, what should I do?"
The woman, the new customers she brought, and the women who were picking out sweaters next to her didn't speak, and all looked at Moran.
It was the first time in his life that Moran was stared at like this. His face suddenly turned red and his heart was beating hard.
"This this……"
She didn't know what to do. Although she knew this was her sister's trick to sell things, she really couldn't accept it.
In the eyes of people buying things, Mo Lan was angry and distressed because Mo Yan promised too many gifts and couldn't make any money.
"Sister," Mo Yan smiled flatteringly, giving her sister a thumbs up in her heart.
How about telling the truth from an honest person? Her sister looked like an honest person at first glance, and her expression was also honest.
Ha ha.
"Look, I've said it all. Let's sell it this time. I won't dare to sell it like this next time, okay?"
A group of people looked at Moran again.
Moran felt that all the blood in his body was concentrated on his face, and his voice was like a mosquito:
"Just this once..."
"boom!"
There was an explosion in front of Mo Yan's stall!
People who were still hesitant because the price was too expensive have become decisive.
Those who planned to buy one began to think about whether they had the money to buy two.
Some experienced customers began to seek partners.
There was a lot of noise in front of the stall.
Chinese people have a bad nature and like to join in the fun. When they see a crowded place, they want to squeeze in to see what's going on.
In the distance, there were still people squeezing over.
Mo Yan secretly stuffed a flower into his head and gave it to the first customer.
"Don't let my sister see it!"
She noticed that the first customer had just looked at the flower head several times.
"How embarrassing."
The customer said as he stuffed the hair flower into his satchel.
"Sister, I'm actually older than you,"
The customer was a little embarrassed, "As for our two daughters, one has a hairdresser and the other is clamoring for it, but I spent more money on clothes that day..."
Mo Yan winked at her, patted her hand, and turned around to greet others.
The customer was satisfied and thought about who else he could look for to buy sweaters.
Seeing that the number of sweaters was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, Moran thought about going home quickly to bring more goods.
"Please give way! Please give way!"
A small hill squeezed in front of the stall, and it was Qiao Nanhai who was carrying a big baggage.
After unloading their heavy loads, Mo Lan and Jin Cuihao were busy arranging new goods.
Mo Yan looked at the sweaty man, "Are you stupid?"
Anyone who is not stupid can tell that this man is still worried about them, and must be secretly watching from a short distance away. Later, when he saw that they were doing well, he was afraid that the goods would not be enough to sell, so he ran home to carry them.
There is a trailer and you don’t have to carry it on your back. It’s either stupid or something.
Qiao Nanhai just laughed.
"Okay, are you relieved now? Go back to work!"
Qiao Nanhai couldn't resist, thinking that he couldn't help here, so he nodded with a sweet look on his face, and left with satisfaction after receiving Mo Yan's praise.
Customers couldn't help but take a few more glances at Qiao Nanhai since he appeared.
Married women look at it openly, while older girls look at it secretly.
Everyone agrees: This man is so handsome!
After watching the interaction between the two people, they were unanimously envious.
The relationship between these young couples is so good!
Not only is this man good-looking, he is also very kind to his wife. He is a model husband.
Those who are married and have a partner want to bring their man or partner to see how they love their wives, and learn from it.
Those who don’t have a partner just think about it, it would be great if they could find such a partner.
When the song ended and everyone dispersed, and there was no one at the farmer's market, Mo Yan and his wife began to count today's results.
Today they brought 80 pieces, and later Qiao Nanhai sent another 50 pieces, for a total of 130 pieces, and now there are 44 pieces left.
"My mother, we sold 86 pieces in one morning!"
Jin Cuihao is not very literate and can do simple arithmetic. Moran has graduated from junior high school and cannot do oral arithmetic. He has already gone to squat on the ground next to him to do calculations.
“This morning I almost tripled my income from the day before yesterday.”
Mo Yan was also happy.
Not to mention that there are many scarves given away and sold.
Mo Yan began to count the inventory. There were 289 sweaters in total, and each of the three of them wore one. They sold 38 sweaters the day before yesterday, and 86 sweaters this morning, leaving 162 sweaters left.
Almost a little more than half.
Mo Yan planned that if the sales were still so good tomorrow, she would have to leave for Yangcheng again in a day or two at most.
Even this capital was still too little. Even if Jiang Dalin's debt was repaid, she wouldn't be able to buy much goods with the money in her hand.
But Mo Yan was not in a hurry, and would eat as much food as his belly had.
The food must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step.
You can't become a fat man with one bite, and you can't reach Rome with one step.
Let's take whatever we can get by then.
The only thing is, she left. Can her mother and sister handle the rest of the stall business on their own?
Otherwise, if it didn't work out, she would wait until almost all the goods were sold, so that she could have more money for the goods.
Who knew that Jin Cuihao and Mo Lan had made great progress, and before Mo Yan could discuss it with them, the two of them started talking to each other.
At noon, they ate the cornmeal steamed buns and pickles they brought from home. Although they were cold and crumbled due to the cold, the three women ate them with gusto.
Probably because he had already been here in the morning and was afraid of being scolded again, Qiao Nanhai didn't show up.
