The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 103 Selling Chestnuts

"It's delicious," Li Chunhua admired, and then said bluntly, "Qianluo, can you give me some?"

Everyone else has said that, can Han Qianluo have the nerve to say no, obviously he can't, so he agreed, and Li Chunhua happily grabbed a bunch of fried chestnuts and went back.

Han Qianluo shook his head, didn't care, smiled and said to Pan Song, "Eat it while it's still hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." It still feels good to eat something from time to time while working of.

When Han Qingquan came back from outside at noon, Han Qianluo hurriedly said, "Brother, come quickly and try the fried chestnuts I made."

"I'll try it." Han Qingquan said as he picked up the chestnut and easily peeled the shell away.

"Is it delicious?" Han Qianluo asked quickly, "Brother, what do you think if I sell it?"

Han Qingquan didn't answer immediately, but asked: "Fry it at home and then sell it, or go to the market and sell it while frying?"

"The fried chestnuts don't taste good when they're cold, so I sell them while frying." Although Han Qianluo didn't understand, he still replied.

Han Qingquan hesitated for a moment, seeming to disagree, but in the end he just said: "Xiao Luo, you can do whatever you want."

Han Qianluo saw his hesitation, so he asked, "Brother, you can say whatever you want."

"Xiaoluo, others will know this fried chestnut at a glance, and the chestnuts on this mountain are not owned by anyone, so they won't make much money then." Han Qingquan said.

Han Qianluo didn't expect this to be the problem, but she didn't care at all, and said mysteriously, "Brother, I don't intend to make money by selling fried chestnuts."

"Oh, what do you think?" Han Qingquan asked curiously.

Han Qianluo didn't answer, just said: "You will know when the time comes."

In the afternoon, Han Qianluo continued to look for chestnuts on the mountain, and Pan Song naturally went with her, and when they came back in the evening, they found a small half-basket of chestnuts.Han Sanwei was surprised to see so many chestnuts and asked, "Sister San, why did you pick so many chestnuts?"

Han Qianluo smiled and did not answer.The next morning, I took a simple stove and coal and went to the market. I still planned to sell fried chestnuts at the place where she had set up a stall before.

Because she wanted to sell fried chestnuts, Han Qianluo went there very early, and even sent the cakes to her eldest brother, but she came to the market early, and there were not even two hawkers in the market when she arrived. .

After putting the stove in place and lighting the fire, there were already a few buyers in the market, so Han Qianluo started frying chestnuts, but not many, because there were not many people after all.As the chestnuts were cooked, the aroma slowly wafted out, and soon someone came over and asked curiously: "Girl, why do your fried chestnuts smell so fragrant?"

"Do you want to try it?" Han Qianluo said and handed him a fried chestnut.

After the man took the chestnuts and tasted them, he immediately asked, "How do you sell these fried chestnuts?"

"Ten cents a catty."

The man seemed to be taken aback by the price: "Why is it so expensive?" Hearing what he said, Han Qianluo thought that he would not buy it, and secretly wondered if the price was too expensive. Unexpectedly, the man immediately said, "It's expensive!" Just make it more expensive, and weigh three catties for me."

"Okay." Han Qianluo replied with a smile on his face. It was a good start. He quickly weighed three catties of fried chestnuts and handed them to the man. He also reminded: "The fried chestnuts taste better hot than cold."

After that, people came to buy them one after another, and the business was very good. It didn't take long for all the chestnuts that Han Qianluo brought were sold out, so he packed up his things and went back. Before going back, he even bought two catties of pork.

When Han Qianluo returned home, he opened the door and smelled a strong smell of medicine. He was very idle, but someone was brewing medicine in the kitchen, so he hurried into the kitchen and found that it was Han Qingquan. No one got sick, so he asked puzzledly, "Brother, what are you making medicine for, and no one got sick?"

Han Qingquan didn't speak, and pointed to the room beside him.Han Qianluo put down his things, walked into the bedroom next to him suspiciously, and saw the person lying on the bed at a glance, and when he walked in, it turned out to be Liu Ying, even in a deep sleep, still frowning tightly, as if Something bothered him that he couldn't even sleep well.

Han Qianluo restrained the excitement in his heart, carefully backed out, then closed the door gently, and hurried to the kitchen, unable to hide his excitement and excitement: "Brother, what's going on?"

"Just like what you saw." Han Qingquan deliberately didn't say anything, but looked at her anxiously, and saw that she was in a hurry, so he said: "After delivering the cake, I planned to go to Bi Xi's place to stay for a while, I didn't expect I saw him in Bi Xi's place, unconscious, and then asked me to bring it back, saying that you agreed."

Han Qianluo nodded: "I agree, brother, you won't blame me, will you?"

"It's all a family, so there's nothing to blame." Han Qingquan said.

While the two were talking, a loud cough suddenly came from the bedroom next door. Han Qianluo knew that he had woken up, so he hurried over.Sure enough, Liu Ying had woken up and was leaning on the head of the bed, coughing violently, as if she was about to cough up her lungs.

"Brother Ying, what's the matter?" Han Qianluo hurried over, sat by the bed and asked with concern.

Liu Ying turned her head to look at Han Qianluo, showing a habitual smile, but the usual smile now gave off a weak feeling, and said weakly: "Xiao Luo, I'm really sorry, I may have to trouble you for a while .” After speaking, he seemed to think of something again, and added, “You can’t call me that in the future.”

Han Qianluo was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and said with a smile, "Then how should I call you in the future?"

"Let's go, Liu Linchu." Liu Ying, no, Liu Linchu said.

At this time, Han Qingquan came in with a bowl of medicine, put the medicine on the side cabinet and said, "This is the medicine prescribed by Bi Xi. I just boiled it, so drink it quickly." After speaking, he went out.

Han Qianluo picked up the pill, blew it cool carefully, and then handed it to him and said, "Brother Linchu, drink it quickly."

Liu Linchu took the medicine, tested the temperature, then drank it in one breath, and then began to cough violently.

Han Qianluo hurriedly put the pills on the side cabinet and patted his back lightly. It took a long time before he finally stopped coughing.

"What's the matter, are you still uncomfortable?" Han Qianluo asked worriedly.

Liu Linchu smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's really too bad that Xiaoluo is worried about me."

"Brother Linchu, don't think so when you go."

Liu Linchu seemed to be a little uncomfortable leaning against the head of the bed for too long, and tried hard to change his position. Seeing this, Han Qianluo quickly supported him and helped him change his position.

In fact, Han Qianluo really wanted to ask what was going on, but felt that asking these questions at this time might hurt him, so he had no choice but to hold back his curiosity and not ask anything.

But even if she didn't say anything, Liu Linchu could see that she was hesitant to speak: "Xiao Luo, do you have any questions?"

Han Qianluo touched her nose in embarrassment, but since he said so, how could she not ask, so she said, "Brother Linchu, what's going on?"

"I knew you couldn't help but ask." Liu Linchu said, looking exactly as I expected, "Actually, it's nothing, because of that seat, I have lost too much, I don't want I lost what little I had left, so I don't want to sit in that seat anymore."

"But, will your mother agree?" Han Qianluo asked in a low voice, afraid of being overheard, she felt that it would be impossible according to Empress Lu's domineering temperament.

"How could she disagree? Children are always more obedient." Liu Linchu said a little lonely, obviously Lu Hou's attitude still hurt his heart.

Han Qianluo didn't know how to comfort him, so he hugged him suddenly and said, "We will be your family from now on, okay?"

Liu Linchu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

After regaining consciousness and realizing what he had done, Han Qianluo was so embarrassed that he excused himself to go to work, and left the room as if fleeing, and went to the yard to peel the thorns of chestnuts.

"Sister Han, why is your face so red, are you sick?" Pan Song, who just came back, asked innocently.

"No, it's just too hot." Han Qianluo said perfunctorily.

The next morning, Han Qianluo continued to sell fried chestnuts, but just after lighting up the stove, she found another seller of fried chestnuts on the same street who was also lighting a fire, but she was not angry, but happy , her idea has been initially realized, and it only depends on what happens next.

In the next few days, Han Qianluo still went to the market to sell fried chestnuts every day, and the business was good. This also led to the gradual increase in the number of people selling fried chestnuts in the market, and the business was not as good as it was at the beginning. After a while, Han Qianluo stopped selling chestnuts and switched to selling tools for peeling chestnuts.

Han Qianluo didn't plan to set up a small stall to sell it herself, but put it in someone else's shop for consignment. Of course, in order to sell better, she also made some improvements to the tool for peeling chestnuts, and it can have other functions. For example, peeling walnuts, but this improvement took a lot of effort. It took Han Qianluo more than ten days to finally complete it.

After the improvement, it was no longer made of wood, but made of iron, so Han Qianluo went to Zhang Ji Iron Shop again and ordered a new one.Two days later, after getting the tools, Han Qianluo found another shop to sell them on consignment. Of course, he had to give the shop owner a certain amount of money in proportion.

During this period, Liu Linchu had been recuperating from his illness for almost a month before he finally fully recovered, but he was still a little weak and pale, not very strong.

In a blink of an eye, it's time to plant wheat.

(End of this chapter)