Chapter 83 Grab Business

"If everything is sharp, it will take more than half a month." Molan cares about the progress of the shop every day, so she knows it.

"It's almost time. Do you want to invite the elders in the village to drink when it opens?" Cheng Xiao asked.

"Yes, the patriarch, Li Zheng, Di Bao, Mr. Liu, some elders, and your father Cheng Juren, but I guess the Lord Ju will not come." Molan said with a smile.

"Can I come?" Cheng Xiao asked, but he planned to pull his father over to support Molan and others that day.

"Of course. You can not only come that day, but you can also come in the future, but we will have to pay in the future. Molan was joking.

"Um, I will go there often. If you need any help, just say something." Cheng Xiao took Molan's words seriously and thought that he would go and see them often in the future.

"All right. Then I'll go back first." After Molan said that, she turned around and wanted to leave. She suddenly stopped and said, "Isn't Juhuā pretty good?"

"Chrysanthemum huā? It's okay. I like white chrysanthemum huā. What do you do?" Cheng Xiao replied casually.

Haha, Molan almost laughed in her heart, this nerd.

"What about the ink-colored chrysanthemum?" Her smile was a little amsed.

"Dink? I haven't seen the ink one before. Ink chrysanthemum? Mo Ju! Isn't it you...?" Cheng Xiao seemed to understand something. He blushed a little and hurriedly said, "I met her that day and said a few words. Today we met there again. I don't know why it's such a coincidence. I came back quickly. What does it have to do with me whether she looks good or not?

Molan smiled, and the boy here was quite innocent. I'm just teasing him. It's really funny to see his blush.

"All right, all right, I'm really leaving. You can go back, too." Molan waved to him and stopped making jokes with him. He was afraid that he would have a big deal, and it would not be easy to end at that time.

And Cheng Xiao stood there and stared at the fading back.

A few days have passed like this. On this day, Molan steamed a little more steamed buns and went a little late. Because now those craftsmen basically don't bring dry food and eat all their steamed buns, so they have more and more steamed buns at noon.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the place, they looked forward and were immediately dumbfounded. What was that in front of them?

I saw a rack car parked there, with a wooden box and a large wooden barrel, like them, with bowls and chopsticks. Two people standing behind the car were busy.

The two people know Molan. The woman is the second aunt Molan met when she first entered the town. The man is her husband, Liu Erdan.

Mo Lan saw that the second egg aunt was serving soup for people, while Liu Erdan picked up steamed buns for people, which were also wrapped in lettuce leaves. They also came here to sell steamed buns. They used the same things. It seemed that they had figured out the details of their own house.

As soon as Mo Quan parked the car, many people came forward and said, "Uncle Mo, why are you late today?"

"Uncle Mo, his steamed buns are sold for three cents for two yuan. Shouldn't the price of your two cents be reduced?"

"Uncle, you can also sell it according to Sanwen, and I'll buy yours."

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A lot of voices came, and Molan frowned. She had no problem with coming here to sell steamed buns. This business could not have always been her exclusive. She just used the price to beat the ring, but it was a little unkind. Today, you will drop the point, and tomorrow she will drop the point. In the end, there will be no return.

"Uncles and uncles, you can buy anyone's house. As long as you can eat enough and work hard at noon, we really can't afford to sell our steamed buns. Let's try the taste of steamed buns first." Mo Lan cleared her throat and shouted to the crowd.

"All right, I'll go there to buy it first, and shout when you sell it."

"They can sell it. They don't sell it here. Obviously, they want to make more money. Let's go and buy the ones over there."

"That's right, I won't buy her house in the future."

Many people went there to buy it. Of course, a few people stayed to buy Molan's steamed buns.

"Uncle Mo, give me a bowl of soup." A man bought three steamed buns and handed over 7 cents.

"Zhong, I'll give it to you right away." Molan took over a lot of money. Momei opened the lid of the bucket.

"Huh, today's soup is not made by big bones. Why is the color a little yellow? But it smells good." The man looked at the bucket of soup and asked strangely.

"I made chicken soup today. I cooked it for several hours. In addition to dishes, there is also chicken in it. I'm afraid everyone will be tired of drinking bone soup every day, so I have to change my appearance." Molan explained to people.

Momei was also very cooperative. After listening to Mo Lan's words, she scooped a very fine piece of chicken from the bucket and put it into the bowl.

"Chicken soup can be supplemented. This penny is suitable." The man was so happy that he took two sips of chicken soup.

Many people are starting to make soup, but there are much fewer people buying steamed buns.

After placing the dishes and steamed buns of Manager Qin and Manager Zhang, Molan began to look at the craftsmen carefully.

Those people bought a lot of steamed buns from Liu Erdan and his wife, but after they ate the steamed buns, they talked a lot less. Eating steamed buns is not as fast as eating them here.

"I said, brother, what kind of meat do you use for this steamed bun? Why is there no one's fragrance?" After eating two mouthfuls of steamed buns, a big man finally couldn't help asking Liu Erdan.

"Big brother, look at what you're talking about. My steamed buns are all made of good meat, unlike those black-hearted people who fool people with those rotten meat. You don't know how black-hearted those people are. It's expensive to sell rotten meat. Isn't it obvious to make black-hearted money? We couldn't see it, so we steamed steamed buns to sell them, for fear that all the brothers would have a bad stomach. Aunt Erdan glanced at Molan and said it out of her mouth.

"I can't. I think his steamed buns are quite clean. It's okay to eat them these days. Besides, their steamed buns are much more fragrant than yours." The big man who asked the question didn't believe it.

"How can I lie to you? They use rotten meat, which is what their own people said, that is, the little girl's aunt said herself. The prescription of our steamed bun is still made by her aunt. If she makes money and has her aunt's share, how can I coax you?" Aunt Erdan was afraid that people would not believe it and carried out the witness.

"Let's go, let's find them and let them do black-hearted business. Smashed his car and watched them make black money. A black-faced man shouted in the crowd and came to Molan.

"No, Mo's steamed buns are quite delicious. I also want to buy two after eating the ones here. The ones here are not as delicious as theirs."

There are also many people who don't believe it, but it doesn't mean that they can't come to see the bustle. They also came this way.

"Old ink, make it clear, how to fool people with rotten meat. If you eat us, how can you compensate? Why are your hearts dark? If you don't make it clear, I will smash your car. Let's see if you dare to make black money in the future!" The black-faced man began to shout as soon as he arrived. While shouting, he turned his fists up.

Molan rushed out and stood forward and shouted, "How dare you!"

"You girl, get up quickly. I won't see it with you. Otherwise, I will beat you together." The black-faced man waved his fist to scare Molan.

"Brother, we use all good meat. Don't listen to people's nonsense. We are all people of our duty. Besides, Lanlan is a baby. How can you scare her like this? Just come to the old man if you have something to do. Mo Quan also rushed out and pulled Molan behind him. He was not good at words and could only explain it in what he thought was appropriate.

In fact, Molan had heard the words of Aunt Erdan for a long time. She knew that they were jealous of their own family, so they came together with Cui to rob the business. It's not enough to rob the business. It's necessary to hack their own family. She looked at the angry man and the little helpless sister. She came out from the back of Mo's whole body and shouted, "Stop and listen to me."

Everyone was shocked by her shrill voice and stopped to look at her.

"This uncle, you need to talk about the basis, that is, the county magistrate breaks the case and talks about the evidence! Why do you say that the meat at home is not good? Molan was not in a hurry. She asked the black-faced man and turned a blind eye to his fist.

"What other evidence do you need to sell steamed buns over there?" The black-faced man was obviously an impulsive person. After listening to Molan's words, he directly pointed the finger at Aunt Erdan.

"Uncle, if they say you believe it, then if I say that his steamed buns are cat buns, do you believe it?" Molan didn't quarrel, so she asked calmly.

"This, this, how can this be cat meat?" The black-faced man stammered a little.

"How do you stinky girl talk? Who do you think is cat meat? Make it clear to me, or I won't be finished with you." When Auntie Erdan heard Molan's words, she rushed over and stood in front of Molan, shouting at Molan.

"What are you in a hurry? You don't want people to talk, do you? You can say that my family is rotten meat, so you don't want to say that there is such a reason in the world." Molan was not afraid of her and refuted her words.

"Say your family is rotten meat, it's what your own family said. Can there be a lie in what my family said? Aunt Erdan curled her lips and gloated.

"My family? My grandpa's milk? My parents? My uncle?? My sister? My brother? Is that still Xiao San'er? Molan said a person's name, and Aunt Erdan shook her head. Molan frowned and said, "Is that what I said? How could I say such a thing? My family is obviously good meat.

Looking at her entangled expression, everyone is happy. This girl is very funny. The expression is rich, as if the little face can speak.

"It's your third aunt. She is a member of Lao Mo's family. She can't tell lies, can she?" Aunt Erdan couldn't stand it anymore and directly moved Cui out.

"Oh" Molan said with a long ending.

"There's nothing to say now." Aunt Erdan smiled proudly.

"Second Aunt, you are old." Molan said such a sentence, which had no beginning and no end, which made people confused.

"You stinky girl, how dare you say that I'm old. Look, I won't tear your mouth." Aunt Erdan's eyes widened, rolled up her sleeves, and wanted to do it.