Pei Daming sneered, "It's really a woman's experience. Yesterday, Qiao Yu almost brought her to the security department. She was scared! She didn't see her asking Xiao Ming to send zongzi to Qiao Yu. She thought that two zongzi could change her mind. It's impossible! By the way, Old Qiao wants to borrow money for me. How much can she borrow?"

When Wang Guizhi said he wanted to borrow money, he almost exploded, "Where are we rich? You can't get a salary of 60 yuan a month, and you send 20 yuan to your house every month. Xiao Ming has to study and dress, and you have to have three yuan in cigarettes a month. If you borrow, don't take the money from me!"

Pei Daming knew this would happen, "But I can't stand by death and refuse to save me!"

"What does it mean to die and not save you?" Wang Guizhi said heavily, "It's said that you would rather demolish ten temples than break a marriage, not to mention that our family has no money now, even if they have money, they can't borrow it!"

Qiao Yu and Pei Daming both receive the same salary. He also sends money to his family every month. He has to borrow enough money to raise 500 yuan. If he lends it to him, he can only repay them?

Pei Daming felt a little ashamed of not being able to help his brother. It’s okay to say that he usually costs 10 or 8 yuan, but he can’t help with such things as using big money!

Xu Jingsi didn’t know when Xiao Ming came back, nor did she know what Qiao Yu’s reaction was. She didn’t want to know, so she gave him rice dumplings, but just wanted to express her apology for Xu Jing for so many years!

After cooking the rice dumplings, she cleaned up the sanitation. It was getting late. She counted the rice dumplings, removed the five rice dumplings she had divided, and reduced the two rice dumplings she had eaten, and there were still fifty-six basins.

She found a paper case, found a useful pen from Qiao Yu's drawer, dipped it in ink, and wrote a brand with four big characters, Xu Ji Mi Zong, and a line of small characters, two cents, five cents, and six cents per yuan.

After writing the sign, she put four corners on the paper shell, tied a rope and put it on the basket. This basket is the basket for serving rice dumplings.

After doing all this, she smiled with satisfaction, insisted on doing yoga three times, sweating all over, then washed up and went to bed. She was tired all day and was about to get up early tomorrow morning, so she had to promise to get up tomorrow.

That night, she no longer had the hesitation of yesterday and soon entered a state of sleep.

But Qiao Yu looked at the two zongzi on the table, and his heart was filled with coldness. She didn't want to give her money yesterday, but today she asked Xiao Ming to send him zongzi. What the hell is he doing? Did he put rat poison in it and want him to kill him?

No matter what she is doing, he has to find a way to raise money as soon as possible and end his relationship with this woman!

The next day, as soon as the alarm clock rang, Xu Jingsi got up. She kept the stove strong and reheated the rice dumplings that had been soaked overnight. Then she neatly placed them in the basket, covered them with a warm cotton cloth, and at half past five, she moved a high stool and carried the basket out.

Not long after dawn, there was a red glow in the east, and the morning air was clear and cool. The trees on both sides of the road had begun to sprout tender green buds, and the thriving scenery was everywhere.

Xu Jingsi looked around, took a deep breath, and felt much more relaxed. There were some selling ones and some buying ones, so there must be no problem!

After walking for about ten minutes, I found that there were no stalls when I arrived at the morning market. I don’t know when I came. There were already a basket of fried dough sticks in the basket that contained fried dough sticks!

Xu Jingsi carried a heavy basket and walked in with a stool. Seeing that the middle-aged woman selling tofu brain was a little empty, she put the stool down. As soon as she put the basket down, the middle-aged woman pointed at her and said fiercely, "Hey, who asked you to put it here!"

Xu Jingsi said with a smile, "I only occupy this little bit. You see, there is still a little bit of space here, so it won't delay your business."

The woman raised her chin and snorted coldly, "I will take some of it today, and I will take some of it tomorrow. Then where can I sell tofu brains?"

Everyone around them looked over, either indifferent or sympathetic, but no one spoke.

Xu Jingsi knew that this society was so cruel, but she still felt embarrassed. She had to carry a stool, carry a basket and walk a few steps forward, and ask the middle-aged man selling bean sprouts in front, "Brother, am I going to make a blank roam here?"

"I can't do it. You see, it's all right. After a while, there are more people and more people, you can't stand. Look in."

Xu Jingsi looked in at a loss, and saw where there was still a place inside.

"Girl, come here!" On the steps ahead, there was a white-haired old lady wearing a navy-blue coat, who was leaning on a crutch and wearing a navy blue coat. She waved to Xu Jingsi, pointed to the position of the steps she was standing on, and said, "Come here!"

Xu Jingsi was happy and hurriedly moved the basket, walked over the stool, and said gratefully, "Auntie, thank you."

The old lady laughed at the crutch and said, "Give me 50 cents, I'll let you set up a stall here every day!"

The smile on Xu Jingsi's face was too late to take back, so it solidified directly. She looked around and suddenly understood. No wonder the morning market was so tight that no one came here. It turned out that the old lady had to collect the stall fee.

But if she goes to another place, others may not ask her to sell it. She gritted her teeth and said, "Auntie, I'm doing business on the first day today, and it's not open yet. Do you think this is OK? I'll give you two rice dumplings today. If I come tomorrow, I'll pay you money."

The old lady's eyes flashed, "How much does this rice dumpling cost?"

"Two cents per."

The old lady leaned on a crutch with one hand, raised her other hand, and stretched out her three fingers.

Xu Jingsi understood in a second that she wanted three zongzi, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly. Her three zongzi sold for 50 cents, and the old lady really didn't lose at all!

"It's done!" Xu Jingsi happily lifted the insulation cotton cloth, "I have three kinds of stuffings in this rice dumpling, and I'll get one for you!"

She quickly took three zongzi and handed them to the old lady. The old lady reached out to take them, her eyes were shining, and she carefully sat down on the steps, she pulled open a zongzi and couldn't wait to bite them...

Xu Jingsi was stunned. Looking at the old lady's hungry look, she seemed to understand why she had to charge the stall fee!

"Ahem!!"

Just as he was watching, the old lady holding the rice dumplings in her hands suddenly bowed down and coughed. Seeing this, Xu Jingsi hurried to the stall opposite to sell soy milk and asked for a bowl of soy milk, and then brought it to the old lady, "Auntie, you can drink a bowl of hot soy milk."

The old lady stopped coughing. She looked up at Xu Jingsi, snorted coldly and put away the rice dumplings, and said with a cold face, "Even if you put it close to me, I won't charge you a penny less!" After that, she stood up slowly with a crutch, took the rice dumplings, and walked step by step.

Xu Jingsi was stunned with the soy milk. She didn't mean to give her money, okay!

Forget it, drink it yourself!

Not to mention, this soy milk is so delicious, fragrant and mellow. Take a sip and slowly flows from the mouth to the stomach, and the whole person becomes warm...

"Two cents, five cents, six cents per dollar..." A casual and lazy voice sounded in front of the stall, "Oh, you're in business!"
Chapter completed!