The daily life of the husband who crossed the field

When there were a little more people, Zhang Zhen began to sell like the people around him: "Cold yam shreds, a big portion for a penny! Free tasting today!"

The word "free of charge" immediately attracted the attention of many people, but the one who came forward did not. What if I have to buy it if I eat it and get blackmailed?I didn't see that this man was tall and burly, so he would definitely not be able to beat him then.

After a quarter of an hour like this, there was nothing to gain, and Zhang Zhen was not discouraged. He looked to see if there were people from Zhangjia Village nearby. People in his own village must know Zhang Shousong's character, so they would definitely be happy to try it.

Not to mention, he really let him see one, but it was Second Aunt Zhu who was usually quite talkative. Considering that there are people watching around now, Zhang Zhen couldn't care less about it, and shouted to Second Aunt Zhu: "Second Aunt Zhu! Aunt, are you coming to town today too? Come and taste what I sell?"

Second Aunt Zhu heard someone yelling, but when she saw it was Da Song again, she squeezed over from the crowd and said, "Da Song, why are you here? What do you sell, and let Second Aunt taste it?"

Zhang Zhen handed the dishes in her hand to Second Aunt Zhu, who first looked critically at the shredded yam on the bamboo leaves, and said after a long while, "Da Song, although we are from the same village, the two are from the same village. Auntie can't let you lie like this, she still sells white radishes, and she also wants Second Aunt to be a babysitter for you, I really can't do this kind of thing!"

After hearing this, the people around immediately showed doubts. These two people are obviously from the same village, but this old lady commented on him like this. It is conceivable that she can't understand him selling things indiscriminately.

Zhang Zhen took back the bamboo leaf in his hand, and the smile on his face disappeared, and he said, "If you really don't want to try it, I'll let other people try it, anyway, it's free, and you can smell it from far away It smells so good, I can't believe that no one eats it."

Second Aunt Zhu actually smelled it just now. This is not the reason why many people gathered here. Otherwise, how could it be possible to stay here for so long because of something like a white radish?

What made Second Aunt Zhu angry was that she said good things for Dasong on the day of separation, and Zhang Shousong didn't bring anything to thank him afterwards, but the advantage was right in front of him, and if he didn't take it for nothing, Second Aunt Zhu immediately stretched out his hand and said, "I I didn't say I wouldn't eat it, what the hell, it's all free, so I can't let me try it."

While talking, she snatched the bamboo leaves with her hands, stuffed them into her mouth, and took a bite. The smell of sesame oil mixed with the unique aroma of yam, plus the combination of rice vinegar and white sugar, Second Aunt Zhu immediately covered the bamboo leaves and ate again. Take a sip.

Seeing her like this, the people around her still don't understand anything, their mouths are full of food, and they are ready to move immediately.

Zhang Zhen saw that the goal had been achieved, and said again: "Because the number of free samples is limited, I can only give away fifteen bamboo leaves." Of course, these bamboo leaves are not as big as the formal ones, and they can be eaten in two bites at most.

Hearing this, the person who was still a little hesitant immediately rushed forward: "Give me one first, give me one, no money, right?"

"Yes, yes, no money, no money for these fifteen small portions." Zhang Zhen handed them out in an orderly manner.

After a while, Zhang Zhen had sent out all fifteen copies, and shouted: "Okay, it's over now, if you still have any, you can ask the people around you who have grabbed some." Taste it and see if it’s delicious.” The effect was in stark contrast to the initial one, and they were all taken away.

"It turned out to be chervil. It's the first time I think chervil is so delicious." After tasting it, someone sighed, "By the way, you just said that one penny is a piece, right? Is a penny the kind of big portion or this kind of food?" Small portion?"

"Of course it's a large portion, and the small portion is just for giving away." Seeing that the other party wanted to buy it, Zhang Zhen asked, "How about it? Would you like a portion? It's so hot, and cold salad is also served."

Thinking of my little grandson who didn’t eat much recently, this mountain radish was cooked deliciously. The aunt who just asked the question took out a penny from her bag: “I’ll buy one and go back and try it. If it’s delicious, I’ll buy it again tomorrow.”

"Okay, I'll pack it for auntie." Zhang Zhen took the penny, tied the bamboo leaves a little, and handed it out.

Once there is the first one, there will be the second one. Most of the people who have tasted it bought it. Even those who have not tasted it know that it should be delicious. They bought a lot, and after a while, they slowly poured a bucket of cold salad Most of the yam shreds were sold.

Second Aunt Zhu was watching eagerly. She had just finished eating and planned to come to the town to buy some cloth today. She wanted to buy some cheap ones and go back to make clothes for the man and son at home, but the price of cloth increased a little instead of falling. She was reluctant to buy it, and when she came back, she saw that Dasong was selling so hotly, and it cost a penny apiece, darling, how many copies has he sold now!

Thinking of this, Second Aunt Zhu stepped forward while there were fewer people, and said, "Dasong, you have earned a lot of money just now, didn't they dare to buy it just now thanks to Second Aunt being the first to help you eat?" The second aunt knows that you are a kind-hearted person, so don’t ask too much, just give me half of the money you just sold.”

Zhang Zhen started to pack up her things and ignored her. For such an easy-going person, you should either treat her harshly, or simply ignore her.

How could Second Aunt Zhu let go of such an opportunity, and added: "Hey, Dasong, I saw it just now. You sold fifty pieces and there are no less. Look at you, and Second Aunt doesn't care about it." That's all, I don't want much, just give me thirty Wen."

"If you dare to take away a penny from me today, tomorrow I will beat your eldest son until he can't get up. If you take two pennies, then your second son will be counted together, and the mother's debt will be paid by the son. I can also be regarded as someone who has been to the prison Now, I was driven out of the house again, and I was forced to do anything!" Zhang Zhen suddenly warned Second Aunt Zhu with a fierce expression.

There was a ruthlessness in the low voice, and Aunt Zhu couldn't say anything immediately, she just glanced at Zhang Zhen and ran away in a hurry. From the look in his eyes just now, she knew that he just said It's true, but I didn't expect Zhang Dasong to be so ruthless.

On the way back, Second Aunt Zhu had lingering fears all the time. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Zhang Shousong's current state must have been forced by the Zhang family. The Zhang family is too much, she has thirty pennies today, the more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets, she can't wait to rush up and beat everyone in the Zhang family.

After scaring Aunt Zhu away, Zhang Zhen sold it for a while, and when there were really no customers, he went to discuss bartering with other sellers around, because Zhang Zhen's business here is good, and the goods must be good , You don’t need to spend money, you can use your own things, and everyone is willing to exchange them.

After changing everything, I also changed a lot of things, and then I went to call the little wife who was weaving bamboo baskets under the shade of the tree to go with me.

Xu Zijia is going to learn how to weave bamboo baskets recently. The back basket at home is too broken, and it can’t be used after it was used up last time. In his spare time, he pondered according to the shape of the back basket weaving. On the way to the town this time, Zhang Zhen specially asked Zhang Zhen to cut it for him. Some bamboo strips are here to figure out how to weave them.

The two went home and counted. Today, not counting exchanged things, they sold a total of 85 Wen, the first pot of gold. In this era of low material consumption, Zhang Zhen is quite satisfied, especially when he sees the small The daughter-in-law's eyes became more and more surprised as she counted the money, which strengthened her mind.

The author has something to say: Zhang Zhen: Of course the small money should be handed over to the little daughter-in-law for safekeeping≧﹏≦