"The mushrooms you sell at this stall are quite cheap. I just saw a sign beside the mushroom stall at the door saying that they sell for fifteen yuan a catty." Auntie is the kind of person who often goes to the vegetable market. Mushrooms in this season are not very expensive, wild ones may be more expensive, but generally only ten yuan per catty are cultivated in sheds.

Ke Jingyang remembered the store at the door. It seemed that Zhang Huijin and her daughter were setting up a stall: "Auntie, you are the first guest of our stall. If you give you a cheaper one, it will be opened."

Did everyone else sell it so expensive? Doesn't that seem to be a disadvantage for him? ? Forget it, the price I said, even if the tooth is broken, I have to continue selling.

"Young man, auntie likes a sincere person like you! This is your daughter, she looks really beautiful, just like my little granddaughter."

"Hahaha my daughter is pretty."

The first visitor to their stall saw that the mushrooms here are selling cheaply, so he bought two catties of large mushrooms and half a catty of small mushrooms.

Ke Jingyang successfully received twenty-nine yuan in the account.

On the side, Gu Suisui, who was the first to say two yuan and a catty, after listening to the conversation between the two adults, seemed to realize that it was wrong, stuck out his tongue, and asked embarrassedly: "Daddy Ke, two yuan. Is a pound cheap?"

The people she watched on TV sell it like this, and if you say so, basically everything can be sold out. And so is my mother. Every time I see a store that says "all the money is only two yuan", she must be pulled in to buy one or two things before she will come out.

Little Bai Ke Jingyang, who has never bought vegetables, frowned, and said in a uncertain tone: "It should be very cheap." He used to eat a small plate of fried mushrooms in a restaurant for a few hundred yuan.

"Some of the other guests sold fifteen yuan a catty, so we can't make a difference. If we sell them for two yuan a catty, we will sell all these big mushrooms for 40 yuan." As for Xiao Xiao Mushrooms are only about one or two catties, and they can only be sold for fifty and one hundred yuan.

The total amount here is more than one hundred yuan. What can one hundred yuan be used for this year?

I feel like I can only buy some sweets for the Gu Suisui kid next to me, right?

"No, we have to raise the price!" Ke Jingyang said with determination, thinking about their food expenses for the day.

"But Dad Ke, how much are we going to cost a catty?" Little Marshmallow usually follows her mother to the supermarket, and only pays attention to the snack area, so I don't know how much big mushrooms and small mushrooms are worth.

How much to sell is indeed a question...

Ke Jingyang struggled for a while, and said, "Let's just set the price of the big mushroom at ten yuan a catty. The small mushroom will still be at the original price, fifty one catty. If it sells well, we will increase the price." Can't sell it...the big deal is to lower the price.

Besides, relying on this highly recognizable face, how can there be a day when things can't be sold? ! !

However, not long after this thought stayed in his mind, he slapped his face.

In the next twenty minutes, several people came over to ask about the price of mushrooms, but they all just asked casually, and they didn't particularly want to buy it. Moreover, Ke Jingyang also discovered that the people who buy vegetables at this market are generally middle-aged and elderly people, among them the most are in their 40s or 50s. His handsome face that fascinates thousands of young girls is useless on these people. Where...

Even his big star is not as attractive as a Gu Suisui kid next to him who has been selling cute indiscriminately. Just now, an aunt who passed by saw the cuteness of the child, so she stopped to ask the price and bought a pound of big mushrooms.

Fortunately, after suffering for half an hour, only thirty-nine yuan was paid, and more than half of their baskets were not sold.

Ke Jingyang thought for a while, gave up his "golden" position of selling vegetables, carried the children to the small bench, and said: "Sui Sui, from now on you will be the owner of this stall, our group of mushroom sellers The important task is left to you."

Gu Suisui, who was still unclear about the situation, was stunned, a pair of beautiful apricot eyes blinked, and the whole person was still a little dazed, and asked softly, "I'll sell it?"

"Do you want to sell out the mushrooms?"

"Want to... right?"

Ke Jingyang looked at these ignorant and ignorant eyes, changed a statement that a child her age can understand, and explained: "Just tell you this. If these two baskets of mushrooms are not sold out, we will have no money to eat. It’s lunch, and I don’t have money to buy you delicious food."

When he explained this way, Gu Suisui understood it all at once.

Little Marshmallow thought about the delicious foods he saw along the way, and swallowed quietly, patted his chest and promised: "Papa Ke, don't worry, I will definitely try my best to sell these mushrooms. !"

Ke Jingyang looked at the kid full of fighting spirit, showing a rudimentary expression, no matter how much he can sell in the end, his positive and enthusiastic attitude is still very commendable.

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Compared to Ke Jingyang, who wants to use cute and loving children as a face to solicit business, the face of Mingshan in the old opera Guqu is much more popular among a group of mothers and grandma at the market.

Moreover, he often buys vegetables, and he also knows the prices of vegetables often eaten in the market, and he can control them at a relatively reasonable price that can be sold.

Mushrooms in Yunnan are very common, but they are fresher here, so large mushrooms are sold for eight yuan a catty, and there are several types of small mushrooms, which they pick from the mountains themselves, some are expensive and some are cheap. He didn’t recognize it, so he could just sell it for seventy yuan a catty together. If you can sell it, you can sell it, but you can’t sell it... With the big mushrooms given by the show crew, you should be able to earn enough lunch for him and his son. And dinner money.

"Teacher Qu is really you... It's so unexpected. I didn't expect to see you in this market. At first, I thought I had recognized the wrong person... I grew up watching your TV series." A female fan in her thirties, she is now the mother of two children.

Qu Mingshan smiled and said, "I'm recording a show, and the show team asked us to sell these mushrooms."

"Then I bought all the mushrooms... Can you sign for Zhang?"

Qu Mingshan looked at seven or eight catties of large mushrooms and one catty of small mushrooms, and said generously: "Of course you can, then you can count these mushrooms with a total of 100 yuan." After all, he is a fan of many years, how can he earn more? People, he only needs to make enough money to eat today.

The fans did not hesitate after listening, and immediately gave money often, shook hands with him excitedly, and said, "Thank you, Teacher Qu."

Because he met an iron fan of his own, Qu Mingshan sold out all the mushrooms in less than half an hour, and even sent out the mushroom baskets.

...

On the side of Lin Yao and Lin Doudou, a few hundred meters away from Qu Ming Mountain, the situation is a bit difficult.

Since the two of them chose a very bad location, they were all around selling handicrafts. It was a bit out of place for him to have a stall selling mushrooms in this place, so he waited for half an hour and didn't wait for a customer to come and ask for the price.

In the middle of the journey, Lin Yao went to the bathroom and left his son Lin Doudou to look at the shop by himself. As a result, as soon as he walked away with his front foot, a male customer came over on the back.

"Can you sell this little mushroom?"

"Not for sale!"

The man who passed by was originally just wondering why there is a stall selling mushrooms here, and he just asked casually. Now he was amused by the kid’s answer. He stopped in front of the stall and asked curiously: "You guys. Isn’t this little mushroom just for sale?"

"No, these little mushrooms are what I want to leave to my younger sister, who will buy them and not sell them!"

Although the male guest didn't know who the year-old sister was in his mouth, he couldn't help but asked jokingly: "How much money is not for sale?"

"Not for much money!" Lin Doudou's attitude on this matter is very firm.

The male guest laughed twice, and then asked, "Who made you sell mushrooms here?" The child's personality was a little too funny, but the child's parents were relieved to let him be alone in the market. Sell ​​something? Are you afraid of being abducted by bad guys?

Lin Doudou hugged her little basket tightly, pointed to the camera uncle who was hiding from the side to take pictures, and said aggrieved: "...They let me sell it."

The male guest followed his line of sight and found out that there were two other people around who were recording something with a video camera: "My kid, are you filming a show?"

Lin Doudou nodded: "Yeah."

"Finally, I came across an opportunity to be on TV. I have to open it for you anyway. Then give me two catties of this big mushroom. You should be able to sell this big mushroom, right? You don’t need to give it to your age. -Year-old sister?"

Hearing this uncle's idea not to beat his little mushroom, Lin Doudou was obviously relieved and said, "This big mushroom can be sold."

"Then your grown-up said how much this mushroom sells for a catty?"

"No."

Lin Yao is also a person who doesn't enter the kitchen once every ten thousand years at home, so how can he know the specific price of vegetables.

"Well, I won't take advantage of a kid of yours. Twenty yuan per catty, you weigh me two catties." After speaking, the man took out two twenty yuan banknotes from his wallet.

Lin Doudou thought of his father’s request before leaving, and quickly collected the two pieces of money and put them in his pocket, and then said to the guests standing next to him: "Uncle, I don’t know how to weigh, you can just watch and weigh it yourself. Take as much as you want." As long as you don't take his little mushroom.

The male guest smiled helplessly when he saw the child's appearance that he was very generous and casual, and then he took a bag of mushrooms and weighed just two catties on the electronic scale, one or two no more than one two no less.

"Look, it's exactly two catties. Uncle didn't take any more of your mushrooms."

And Lin Doudou focused on protecting the small mushrooms he had fortunately picked. He didn't care how much the big mushrooms in the other basket were sold or how much they sold.

Ever since, when Lin Yao came back from the bathroom, he discovered that the mushrooms he hadn't sold for half an hour were sold by his four-year-old son for two kilograms and forty yuan more. He sighed with relief. : "Yes, Doudou, you give me a face for your dad."