It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

Song Zhi promised her grandma not to worry, and then began to prepare for going to the market.

This time, Song Zhi didn't let her grandmother follow her.

Mrs. Wu was worried about her granddaughter being alone, so she finally arranged for Song An to go to the market with her granddaughter.

Song An was arranged to accompany Song Zhi to the market to sell jelly. He felt nervous, scared, and a little excited.

After grandma made this request, he raised his eyes and looked at his cousin secretly, and saw that she agreed without any hesitation.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After Song Zhi packed up her things, Wu took a group of children and sent the two of them out of the village.

Several children also wanted to go to the fair, but the situation did not allow it, so they could only watch with tears in their eyes as the ox cart went away.

The ox cart swayed slowly as it moved along the official road. After about half an hour, it arrived outside the market.

Song Zhi carried the backpack and led Song An to the market.

This time, they had an oxcart to travel by, so Song Zhi arrived relatively early. Although there were already many people at the market, it was not like last time where there was not even a single stall to sit at.

At this time, the villagers who arrived early had already occupied their seats and set up their stalls.

Those pushing carts, carrying loads on their shoulders, carrying baskets, and back baskets just need to put their goods in the place they like, and their stall for the day is confirmed.

Song An looked left and right, but couldn't figure out where to set up the stall. Feeling anxious, he asked, "Sister, where should we set up the stall?"

After he finished asking, he couldn't help but feel regretful and worried that Song Zhi wouldn't answer him. All kinds of thoughts were churning in his mind for a while.

Song Zhi didn't know how much Song An was suffering in that short period of time. She pointed to an intersection ahead very naturally and said, "There are many people there. Let's go there."

Song An looked in the direction Song Zhi pointed and saw that there were indeed many small stalls there. He felt anxious and put all his previous thoughts behind him. He ran over with a small bamboo basket on his back and helped Song Zhi occupy an open space.

Just as Song Zhi walked over, a surprised voice suddenly called out beside her, "Madam, are you here to sell bamboo shoots again today?"

Song Zhi looked sideways and saw the stall owner who sold bamboo shoots to the bun shop that day looking at her with a smile on his face three feet away from them.

What a coincidence.

Song Zhi put down the backpack and let Song An occupy the stall first. Then she walked over and asked with a smile, "Uncle, haven't you been making those bamboo shoot buns lately? Has business improved?"

The stall owner said generously, "I really have to thank you for your advice that day. The bun business has really picked up. I was thinking that if I met you again, I would buy some bamboo shoots from you!"

"Uncle, if you still want to buy bamboo shoots, I'll go to the market and see if there are any aunts from the same village selling them. Their bamboo shoots are of the same quality as the ones I sold last time."

"That's great." The two of them agreed, and Song Zhi returned to her stall.

"The buns we ate last time were bought from that stall in exchange for bamboo shoots. We didn't bring any bamboo shoots today, but if we meet fellow villagers selling bamboo shoots at the market, we'll help them find some."

Song Zhi took out all the things from the backpack and talked to Song Ando.

Song An didn't expect that his cousin would tell him where she had been just now. After hearing this, he nodded repeatedly.

Song Zhi took out a wooden board from the backpack, spread it on the basket, and finally put the jelly on the basket.

The other backpack was arranged in the same way, and on it were placed the sugar water that Song Zhi had just prepared, as well as the salty salted radish cubes mixed with chopped green onions.

It’s a pity that there is no soy sauce at home, otherwise if I add some soy sauce, the taste will definitely be even more delicious.

She had learned before that noodle-based foods have a long history in China, but written records of them don't exist until the Northern Song Dynasty, when "Xisuo Liangfen" was available in the city of Bianjing.

Song Zhi didn't know whether jelly appeared in this fictional dynasty, but she knew that this kind of snack had never appeared in Qishui County.

In order to better promote jelly, Song Zhi simply mixed some seasonings to make it easier for customers to try it.

Now that the weather is getting warmer, I think the mung bean jelly business will be good.

Although she didn't make much money, Song Zhi felt it was a good idea to do something to supplement the family income when she had nothing to do.

Song Zhi scraped a palm-sized piece of jelly from the broken corner of the basin and carefully scooped it out with a bamboo spatula.

Song An only saw his sister's hands moving rapidly, and soon the two bowls of condiments were filled with half a bowl of small square pieces of jelly.

Then, like a magic trick, he took out a handful of bamboo sticks and inserted a few bamboo sticks into each coarse porcelain bowl.

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of the stalls nearby. They came to sell things, but they just put the things on the ground and sat down on the ground.

This young lady, with her bowls, chopsticks, and bamboo sticks, made people stunned.

Seeing that more and more people were coming to the market, and his sister was still not in a hurry, Song An asked anxiously, "Sister, what should we do if no one comes to buy jelly?"

Song Zhi finished the final preparations, then clapped her hands and said confidently, "No rush, there are only a few people here now. Once we start calling out, customers will come. Xiao An, you can collect the money later."

When Song An heard that he was the one to collect the money, he immediately became nervous.

Not only had he never had more than two cents on him in his entire life, but now he was suddenly asked to keep a huge sum of money.

Yes, that’s right, dozens of coins are a huge sum of money in Song An’s eyes.

In addition to feeling nervous, he also felt a bit excited about being entrusted with an important task.

Before he could hesitate too much, his cousin's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Selling jelly, selling jelly, smooth and chewy jelly."

"Three cents, just three cents. Three cents won't buy you any loss. Three cents won't buy you any deception."

"For only three cents, you can get a bowl of icy, springy, and smooth jelly. It's suitable for everyone, from an eighty-year-old to a three-year-old child!"

"This is a delicacy that is unique to Qishui County. All uncles and aunts passing by, please come and take a look, and buy a piece to take home to honor your parents and elders!"

"..."

Those who sell their own goods in the market will at most call out a few times what they are selling and how much they are selling for.

Song Zhi's non-repetitive shouting words instantly attracted a lot of attention.

Song An was so shocked that he forgot his worries. He opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the various new words that came out of his cousin's mouth.

As Song Zhi was shouting, an old man walked up to the stall and asked curiously, "What kind of food are you talking about, young lady? Can an old man like me, who has no teeth, eat it?"

Song Zhi saw that the man was wearing a long linen robe without any patches, and it was obvious that he came from a well-off family.

Seeing a potential customer coming, Song Zhi smiled and used a bamboo stick to pick up a piece of jelly and handed it to the old man. "No matter how much I say, it won't be as good as you trying it yourself."

When the old man saw the emerald green jelly handed to him, he raised his hand to take it and put it in his mouth.

The smooth jelly does not require any chewing. It is sweet, cool, and has a refreshing aroma.

This refreshing taste spread across the tip of the tongue. After tasting a small piece, the old man smacked his lips, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

His teeth were already bad, and it was rare for him to find something edible at the market, so he didn't hesitate to spend his money. "Give me a piece."