Little Farm Among the Clouds

Ye Chi has been living in the basement since he came here consciously, and the farthest place he has been to is the kindergarten. He has never seen so many people up close. At this time, seeing so many people, he suddenly felt at a loss for the unknown.

And Ye Guosheng has always lived a self-sufficient life. Even if he has been to the market, he is still a customer, and he is accustomed to the "lively" attitude, but this time it is different.

This time he came to sell bamboo shoots, and the exchange of identities made the old man nervous for a long time. He didn't know what to do next, and subconsciously looked down at Ye Chi.

Ye Chi raised his face and asked, "Grandpa, where can I sell it?"

He has never eaten pork, but Ye Guosheng has seen pigs running. He knows that there is a stall fee in the market, and he is not allowed to sell this kind of small vegetables. He looked around and saw many people outside or outside the market. Sit or squat or stand by the path, and in front of them there are either baskets, large pots or cages. Anyway, pickles, bacon, eggs, fish, and even chickens are also sold.

Ye Guosheng looked around, and finally found a vacant seat in the corner. He pulled Ye Chi and other small vegetable vendors to squat on the ground side by side. There were too many new vegetable vendors like Ye Chi and Ye Guosheng. Others glanced at what Ye Guosheng was selling. If the things you own are not the same as yours, everyone doesn't care.

There was even a man in a cotton cap who asked, "Master, what are you selling here?"

Ye Guosheng said, "Bamboo shoots."

Ye Chi proudly added: "My grandfather planted the bamboo shoots himself."

When Ye Guosheng heard this, his heart was a little sweet.

The man in the cotton cap asked again, "Then how do you sell it?"

Ye Guosheng said: "How can we sell what others sell?"

"That shouldn't work."

"Why?" Ye Chi asked before Ye Guosheng.

The man in the cotton hat said, "Because other people's bamboo shoots for seven or eight yuan a catty are washed clean, but yours are muddy and earthy, and they don't look good."

Ye Guosheng continued, "Ours is fresh."

Ye Chi repeated: "Ours is fresh! We just dug it last night!"

The man in the cotton hat said again: "You still have to look at the appearance. Now people buy things based on the appearance. This is called 'appearance'."

Ye Guosheng stared at the soil-covered bamboo shoots and remained silent.

Ye Chi also remained silent.

The grandpa and grandson were not discouraged either. They were very confident in their delicious bamboo shoots, but they were not blindly confident. After listening to wearing a cotton hat, they poured out the bamboo shoots from the basket and patted the soil on them to make the bamboo shoots look better. , just like other small vegetable vendors, squatting on the side of the road and waiting for customers to come up to ask, they must be warm and entertaining.

But there were many people in the market, but very few people walked towards them. Many people didn't look at their bamboo shoots. The grandpa and grandson squatted on the side of the road for nearly half an hour.

Ye Guosheng's brows could not help but gather together, he was worried that the things would not be sold, and he couldn't help but wondered how he could support Ye Chi if he couldn't make money.

At this time, Ye Chi's legs were numb from squatting, so he stood up and walked around to relieve the numbness in his legs, and then squatted down to sell bamboo shoots, watching his grandfather take out the dry tobacco pouch, rolled tobacco with his hands and stuffed it into the smoke pot.

He quickly stopped: "Grandpa, don't smoke, you will cough."

Ye Guosheng said with a smile: "No, Grandpa coughed because of a cold two days ago. If he smokes these two days, he won't cough anymore. Look, I haven't coughed yet, have I?"

Ye Guosheng took two puffs of cigarettes to show Ye Chi.

Grandpa really stopped coughing, but Ye Chi still kept one sentence in mind: "Grandpa, smoking is harmful to your health, you have to quit smoking."

Ye Chi's earnest expression was so cute, Ye Guosheng could only say: "I quit, I quit slowly, shall I? I will take less puffs every day, or I will feel uncomfortable. Do you think this is okay?"

"That, that's fine." Ye Chi reluctantly agreed.

Ye Guosheng took a deep breath, and handed the pipe to Ye Chi. Ye Chi took the pipe, found a stone, and knocked the pipe on the stone a few times to remove the tobacco residue. When he turned his head and came back, he almost hit People, looking closely, found a group of people hurriedly running towards a corner.

Ye Chi turned his head and put his feet on his feet to see, but unfortunately he was young and short, and he couldn't see anything even if he stepped on his feet, but he could hear everyone talking about someone selling crayfish in the corner, and more of them were side dishes The yelling of the dealer.

"Come, come, come and take a look. The freshly fished crayfish raised at home, the lively crayfish, are sold at a low price, and sold at a low price. Come and come, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it, come and take a look." Ah, let’s take a look, hey, auntie, 20 yuan, and those are all given to you!..."

Ye Chi listened with a dry pipe, and heard passers-by say that the shrimp dealer was shouting really hard, so they also went to have a look, and if the things were good, they would buy some.

After hearing this, Ye Chi followed the passers-by to the crowd, pushed the legs and butts of the people with his small hands, and then squeezed into the crowd. He saw many lobsters in the shrimp cages and glass water tanks on the ground.

Looking up at the shrimp dealer again, the shrimp dealer was selling lobsters while yelling. He quickly withdrew from the crowd, ran back to Ye Guosheng with a dry pipe and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, we can't sell bamboo shoots like this!"

Ye Guosheng asked, "How do you sell it?"

Ye Chi said: "We have to yell! We have to yell loudly!"

"How do you yell?"

"Look!" Ye Chi pointed to the shrimp dealer in the distance and said, "He just yelled at him, and we yelled at him too."

Ye Guosheng looked at the shrimp dealer, and he also knew that selling things requires shouting. To be honest, he has lived such an old age, and he has never shouted like this in public, but since he is making money, he can't stick to his previous behavior. You have to shout, you have to shout, otherwise these bamboo shoots will not be sold.

When Ye Guosheng was doing mental construction, he suddenly heard a tender voice: "Come here, come and take a look, the big bamboo shoots planted by my grandfather are big and delicious, that, that—"

What's that about?

Ye Chi suddenly forgot how to yell next, stopped to look at the shrimp dealer, listened carefully to what the shrimp dealer was yelling, and then continued to shout: "That, that - lively bamboo shoots, cheap! It’s sold, it’s cheap, come buy it, come buy it!”

Lively bamboo shoots?

Regarding Ye Chi's behavior, Ye Guosheng was pleasantly surprised, relieved and also found it funny, but he had to say that this immature and unique yelling sound was very unique among all the yelling voices.

Ye Guosheng was surprised.

The small vegetable vendor next to Ye Guosheng was also surprised.

Let those who wear cotton hats look differently.

Passers-by looked sideways and were amazed.

"Hey, there's a kid selling bamboo shoots."

"Pfft, lively bamboo shoots."

"Oh, that baby looks so good, with a chubby face and sparkling eyes. How old is he? Is he five or six years old?"

"What is he shouting about?"

"Selling bamboo shoots."

"Bamboo shoots, I'm just about to eat them, let's go and have a look."

"Go and see."

"..."

A group of passers-by suddenly flocked to the corner that no one cared about at first, Ye Chi was very happy, he turned his head and said, "Grandpa, someone came to buy bamboo shoots."

Ye Guosheng quickly stood up, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and greeted him a little embarrassedly: "Comrade, do you want to buy bamboo shoots? I planted them myself. Let's see which one you want?"

A middle-aged woman in a navy blue embroidered cotton padded jacket asked, "How did you sell it?"

Ye Chi replied: "Auntie, seven or eight yuan a catty."

Ye Chi's voice is nice, crisp and clear, with the smell of milk that hasn't faded away, which makes people's hearts soften when they hear it. The middle-aged woman asked with a smile: "Is that seven yuan or eight yuan a catty?" What about pieces?"

"That, that, that," Ye Chi said, "Then you can say as much as you want."

The middle-aged woman chuckled.

All passers-by laughed.

Ye Guosheng quickly took over the conversation and said, "Six yuan, six yuan a catty."

The middle-aged woman asked curiously: "Why is it six yuan a catty again?"

Ye Guosheng said embarrassingly: "It was just dug out, and there was still soil, and it was only six yuan a catty."

The middle-aged woman said: "It is fresh only when there is soil, but I don't know if it is delicious or not."

"It's delicious, I knew I ate it last night."

"You just dug this?" the middle-aged woman asked, picking up a bamboo shoot.

"Dig it last evening."

"It's still fresh, give me two."

"Okay."

Ye Guosheng hurriedly took out the weight. It was his first time doing business, and he was rarely in a hurry, but he still put two bamboo shoots on the weighing pan in a strange way. Pull out the convenience bag from the inside of the basket.

These convenience bags are collected by Ye Guosheng when he buys daily necessities, and they can be used again. At this moment, they can be used to pack bamboo shoots for guests.

After handing the middle-aged woman the bamboo shoots in a convenience bag, Ye Guosheng took 11 yuan and gave the middle-aged woman [-] cents in change. The middle-aged woman felt that the bamboo shoots she bought were big and fresh, and she made a big profit. I don't want the money, and I have to leave with the bamboo shoots.

Ye Guosheng hurriedly said, "I'm looking for your money."

"No more." The middle-aged woman left.

Ye Guosheng handed Ye Chi two cents and said, "Hurry up and give it to her."

Ye Chi took the money and chased after the guest, saying, "Auntie, I'll give you twenty cents."

The middle-aged woman saw that Xiaoyechi looked so good-looking, her heart melted, and she said: "No more, you can buy candy and eat."

Ye Chi said: "I don't want it."

"why?"

"My grandfather asked me to give it to you."

Ye Chi gave the middle-aged woman twenty cents.

The middle-aged woman took it with a smile and said, "Your grandpa is so kind."

"Well, my grandfather is good, and my bamboo shoots are also good. You will come to buy them next time."

The middle-aged woman said with a smile: "Okay, I will buy it next time."

Ye Chi and the middle-aged woman waved, turned around and ran towards Ye Guosheng. When he ran to Ye Guosheng, he saw that the basket was empty. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Grandpa, are we all sold out of bamboo shoots?"

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