My sister returns to a wealthy family, and her eight brothers spoil her with their lives.

Xiao Xi and her fifth brother, Ye Xingxian, sold Shaomai at the intersection of Guang Street until Sunday.

This week of fishing, they didn't catch any clues, and the brother and sister were not discouraged, because Xiao Xi's Shaomai stuffing was getting better and better, and the taste was already better than Quan Ji's.

It’s Monday, the second week that Xiao Xi and the others set up their stall.

As usual, white-collar workers use their noses to look for the familiar smell of siomai when they get off the subway. Why isn't it there?

They rushed to the intersection of Guang Street and saw only the barbecue and fried rice stalls as usual.

The uncles and aunts who serve barbecue and fried rice are annoyed to death by people who want to buy siomai. People keep asking.

"Do you know why the two brothers and sisters selling siomai didn't come?"

"How did I know? How about having some barbecue today?"

"I don't know about that. Would you like some fried rice?"

In the end, what kind of barbecue fried rice is there in the eyes of the person who asked? They often leave in despair, or wait for a while before leaving.

This happened for three or four days in a row, and these people gradually accepted the reality that the [Juxiang Shaomai] with the taste of their hometown would never come again.

Because Xiao Xi and Ye Xingxian had already changed places and continued their week-long plan to set up stalls.

It’s November in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Xi and Fifth Brother set up a night stall at the entrance of Xiangfu Old Street until Thursday night.

The weather was already starting to get cold, but it was actually drizzling. No matter how good the food was, it affected the Shaomai business.

Xiao Xi and Ye Xingxian both thought it didn't matter and just waited until half past nine to close the stall.

The unsold shaomai can be given to the security guard Lao Wang of Oushang Community and his colleagues. Anyway, even if Xiao Xi has the space to store and keep it fresh, he will not let the shaomai stay overnight.

The drizzle at this time always makes people uncomfortable.

Ye Xingxian drove the tricycle under the big tree on the street. This way he could avoid the rain and be close to the shops on the street. It would be brighter and feel more comfortable.

Xiao Xi took out her tablet and played with her head down, while Ye Xingxian was also looking at his phone. The brother and sister seemed to be absent-minded, but in fact, they focused their attention to the highest level every night when they came out.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked up from a distance, carrying an inconspicuous old-fashioned black satchel in his hand, and walked directly into a fragrant wax money and paper shop called [Xiao Gan Tian] next to the tricycle.

The middle-aged man and the boss seemed to be very familiar with each other. After chatting for a while, they got down to business.

Boss: "Mr. Dai, why don't you get a thousand yuan note from Mingtong Bank today?"

"Well, Boss Shen, it's the same old rules."

The middle-aged man came out with two large black garbage bags.

“The printing of the tickets I got last time was a bit ghosty, so it’s not easy to use!”

"Oh? I didn't notice it? Mr. Dai, why is it not easy to use? Why does this paper money cost so much? Doesn't it burn to ashes in the end?"

The voice of the man surnamed Dai was a little unhappy, "Anyway, if the printing is not up to standard, I will come and replace it tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, just change it at any time."

The boss had already put bundles of paper money into garbage bags for the middle-aged man. One thousand yuan can buy a lot of paper. The middle-aged man's black garbage bag seemed to be particularly strong.

Xiao Xi and Fifth Brother heard the conversation in the paper money shop clearly.

When the middle-aged man came out, Ye Xingxian had already opened the steamer and picked up a few siomai, planning to eat it himself.

"Huh? Is there any siomai?"

The middle-aged man shouted in surprise, snatched the shaomai from Ye Xingxian's hand that had not yet reached his mouth, and couldn't wait to eat it directly.

"Ah, this taste is even better than that taste!"

"What's this and that? Uncle, the five you have are worth fifty yuan in total. Come on, we're going to close the stall."

Ye Xingxian was very impatient.

"No, little brother, I must give you money? I want all your siomai, how much more do you have?"

Ye Xingxian opened the steamer and still had most of it.

The middle-aged man's eyes immediately lit up.

"Hurry up and wrap it up for me!"

Ye Xingxian started packing, but Xiao Xi didn't help. She lowered her head like a lazy girl who followed her brother out to play.

"Five hundred and sixty dollars!"

The middle-aged man took several large boxes of shumai and was satisfied.

His hands touched the paper money, and his hands were greasy after eating the siomai directly. He took out six hundred-yuan cash from his old-fashioned black satchel.

"If you don't have any change, just scan the code."

"Ah? Brother, my phone can't scan the code." The middle-aged man took out his phone.

Xiao Xi lowered her head and squinted her eyes to see a huge old phone with a tacky color in the hands of a middle-aged man. Who is still using this now?

"Then you take six and sell them."

"No, no, little brother, I'll give you six pieces of money, so don't change it."

The middle-aged man was afraid that Ye Xingxian would regret it, so he put 600 yuan in cash on the tricycle, picked up two garbage bags and left.

This man was very skilled, and the two bags of paper money were quite heavy, but he walked like flying, and disappeared in the drizzle in a moment.

Xiao Xi and her brother looked at each other in a tacit understanding, and then went directly into the nearby [Xiaoxiang Tianxiang Wax Money Paper Shop].

"Hello, uncle boss, we are selling siomai at your door. Can we ask you for some hot water?"

Boss Shen saw that they were two beautiful brothers and sisters. They had indeed been selling siomai on the street for a few days.

Boss Shen enthusiastically poured hot water into Xiao Xi's thermos.

Ye Xingxian took the opportunity and asked with a smile, "Boss, this business is good. It's raining and there are still customers buying so much paper money?"

After all, Ye Xingxian was the one greeting business for so many days while setting up the stall, and his smile and demeanor had a much more human touch than before.

The boss saw Ye Xingxian's smile and told him everything.

It turns out that the middle-aged man named Dai is a regular customer of Boss Shen, and he comes to sell a large amount of paper money every other month.

Boss Shen chuckled and said: "You said this person is really picky. How can paper money be compared with cash? It also needs to be printed clearly.

There are fewer small factories making paper money now. There is nothing we can do, the market is getting smaller and smaller.

People in the city are not allowed to burn money and paper to make wax offerings when they go to visit a grave or something like that. It depends on whether it's okay in the countryside.

If it weren't for my own front, the business would have been shut down long ago. "

After the brother and sister asked for useful information, they thanked Boss Shen and left.

On the way back, Xiao Xi and Fifth Brother analyzed.

"Fifth brother, we have been waiting for so long, and we will probably catch a big fish today."

"Well, the middle-aged man buying siomai just now felt weird, but I couldn't tell if he was a martial arts practitioner. He was so good at it."

"Fifth brother, our cultivation and aura have been well hidden anyway, so he won't notice our differences.

However, I think his speech is very strange. Who still calls me "younger brother" nowadays? It's usually a handsome guy. Also, his cell phone is really old and the color is ugly. "

"Well, Xiao Xi's observation ability is really strong. Anyway, we are going to come tomorrow."

Sure enough, the next night, the middle-aged man named Dai came to the paper money shop to exchange for the defective Ming coins, and checked them one by one with Boss Shen.

It happened that it didn't rain today, so Xiao Xi and the others were doing very well. The middle-aged man named Dai came out after exchanging paper money, beating his chest, and almost sold out all the shaomai.

"Brother! Please be merciful! Don't sell it, I'll pack the rest!"