Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 150 Someone is looking for trouble
Ding Xuewei's acting skills are a bit exaggerated, but isn't it for showing Tian Chong?

Tian Chong did not disappoint her either.

After staring at her for a while, he didn't see through her and smiled. Not only did he not care about Ding Xuewei's deceit, but he also felt that something was wrong: "Bring you osmanthus cake, their osmanthus cake is not bad."

Bazhenlou's osmanthus cake is not only good, it is very good!

"This will not be steamed yet!"

"almost."

Tian Chong was very familiar with Bazhen Building, but Ding Xuewei didn't ask him for anything, and chatted with him casually until the city gate opened.

Send Tian rushed into the city, and picked up Mr. and Mrs. Chen by the way.

The old couple of the Chen family who were at the front of the line were a little surprised to see Ding Xuewei so early.

"There is a carriage ride today." Ding Xuewei explained.

I set off at about the same time, took the carriage, and arrived early.

Coincidentally, her eyes met with Boss He who walked out of the city gate, and she asked enthusiastically, "Uncle He, you are really on duty today!"

He and the boss were thinking about her bowl of soup, and Ding Xuewei was cute and cute, so his voice softened unconsciously.

"Aren't you on duty with my uncle again today!"

"Now I'm finally relieved." She patted her heart: "My grandpa can't come here today, I'm a little timid, so he asked me to find you, uncle."

Hearing the sound, He Boss glanced at the place where Ding's stall was set up, and there was indeed no sign of old man Ding there.

After pondering for two seconds, he said boldly: "Call you and uncle if you have anything to do."

"Okay." Ding Xuewei nodded sharply: "Then uncle and uncle, I'm going to make soup, and when you're done, call all the uncles for me."

They have become the spokespersons of the Ding family, how can you be unhappy with the boss?

When Ding Xuewei was ready to cook, he was as enthusiastic as the owner.

Not long after the officials sat down, Tian Chong, who had entered the city, came back. He not only brought Ding Xuewei the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Bazhenlou, but also left behind the chariots and horses.

After Tian Chong's figure running forward completely disappeared, she turned around and brought out a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"And uncle, try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Bazhen Building."

The Bazhen Building was already famous, but it has grown to a higher level during this period, and the boss and others were very pleasantly surprised to hear it.

Compared with ordinary people, they have an iron rice bowl, but compared with the upper class, they are just laymen. To be honest, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake of Bazhenlou is not that they can't afford it, but they are reluctant to eat it.

"Come, come, try them all."

When greeting a group of officials with the boss, Ding Xuewei also called the mother and daughter of the Bai family to try something new with the Chen couple.

She had eaten the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Bazhen Building, but after all, Tian Chong brought her this cake, so she couldn't give it all away.

"Uncle Fifth?" She called Ding Laowu.

Ding Laowu, who was standing side by side, was unmoved.

Only yesterday someone reminded him of the short-mouthed cannibalism.

It's not that Ding Lao Wu has never eaten, he doesn't want it, and Ding Xuewei doesn't force it, and after each person divides a piece, he puts away the rest.

"Little girl, have a bowl."

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is about to be eaten, and the business will come.

Compared with the first day of setting up the stall, the number of returnees who can be seen in these two days is more, and similarly, the number of repeat customers has also increased greatly.

The old couple of the Chen family are not young, and they move slowly. Ding Xuewei would never wait for the two of them if she could do things like serving soup and vegetables by herself. Therefore, she didn't notice it until Aunt Bai, mother and daughter quarreled with others. .

"It's a disaster victim, girl Xuewei, do you want to make peace with the uncle?" Old Chen was a little scared.

He was a little worried because the disaster victims cast a deep shadow on him, and there were many disaster victims nearby.

Ding Xuewei, who raised his eyes, felt that those figures were inexplicably familiar.

"I'll go take a look first."

Old man Chen followed without even thinking about it. Mrs. Chen opened her mouth and grabbed the rag in her hand.

Ding Laowu, who had just received the money, glanced at her and quickened his pace.

"How can you taste the taste with just such a small amount? I gave it all. I'm so stingy and only gave you this small amount. This is not to lure the appetite of the baby and give you money."

"No one's money is blown by the wind. What we set up is a trading stall, not a Jishan porridge shed." Aunt Bai replied rudely.

The old woman felt that she had a lot of people and was confident, so she stood on tiptoe with her hips crossed and spit into the basin held by Aunt Bai.

"Aren't you a porridge shop, why do people take bowls?"

"...You old woman, why are you so unreasonable!" Aunt Bai was stunned by her operation, and the half pot of vegetables in her arms was successfully contaminated.

Disaster victims are worthy of sympathy, but sympathy is not used in this way.

Aunt Bai was not stupid, she was ready to ask Ding Xuewei to ask the officials for help in a blink of an eye.

When she turned her head and caught the figures of Mr. Chen and Ding Xuewei, she said without thinking: "Xuewei, you go and ask Mr. He to comment, and see if she is wrong or we are in business. "

The crowd surrounding Aunt Bai's mother and daughter didn't even know who He and Uncle were. However, many people's IQs were online, and they felt that those who dared to set up a stall at the gate of the city must have a backer.
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"Ma'am, they didn't force you to stuff the bowl. Just now, I came over behind you, and I heard it very clearly. What they said is fresh soup, taste it first and then buy it."
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"I also listened to this, so I stared curiously and didn't reach for the bowl."
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"Ma'am, this is the gate of the city, so you can't make trouble."

It can be said that those who rushed to speak had good intentions, but unfortunately, a certain old woman who thought she had seen the world didn't buy it.

Looking up to the sky, he turned his nose and met some kind-hearted people who helped him.

"If you can't speak, no one will think you are dumb. What's wrong with the gate of the city? She can fool the common people like this by setting up a stall at the gate of the city?"

"you!"

Whoever had good intentions was treated as a donkey would not be angry, only to see the face of the one who spoke first changed.

"Don't be as knowledgeable as this kind of person who doesn't know what's good or bad." Her man held her down.

Seeing those who interrupted, the old woman pulled her face away, and Dou Sheng turned her head like a peacock.

"Don't think that I have never seen the world to be bullied. I tell you that I have come back from the capital. I have never seen any kind of villain. Use the officials to scare my old lady. I will tell you that I am not frightened..."

"Five!"

The old woman's complacency was interrupted by an exclamation, and then, Ding Xuewei saw a middle-aged man in his forties in the crowd behind the old lady, rushing through the crowd with joyful eyes towards Ding Lao Wu behind her.

Ding Xuewei glanced back and forth several times, and before Ding Laowu yelled: "Uncle.", he guessed the identity of this group of people.

"Five? Uncle?" The old woman muttered like a parrot.

"Grandma, it's my fifth cousin, it's my fifth cousin! The fifth child from my aunt's family, the fifth child from Ding's family in the city, the fifth child who studies!"

Behind the old lady, a little woman with big round eyes like Li's was crying with joy.

The mother and daughter of the Bai family were dumbfounded: "!"

"Old Wu, Ding Lao Wu, you are a scholar, you come to judge us..."

　Daily shout, ask for tickets, ask for collection...
　　
　
(End of this chapter)