Dressing up as a man: The Revenge Girl is 14 years old

Chapter 31 Selling Pomegranates
When he raised his eyes, he saw Pan Qingyu's clear eyes, and couldn't help but blushed, and smiled awkwardly.

I thought to myself how could I fall asleep lying on his shoulder?Yu Xia was struggling.

Wen Zhimo's eyes were sharp, and he saw the wet spot on Pan Qingyu's shoulder at a glance, he laughed and shouted: "Ha, Ah Xia is still drooling while sleeping..."

"What are you talking about, shut up!" Pan Qingjue snorted lightly.

Yu Xia pretended not to hear, her eyes wandered around, not looking at the two of them, and hurried to move the pomegranate.

After unloading all the pomegranates, Li Abo drove the carriage and left.

Pan Qingjuan was in trouble again, how should he sell it?

Looking at him with a sad face, Yu Xia couldn't stop laughing. After all, he is still a son who has never suffered. He has never eaten pork or seen a pig walk?
Yu Xia cleared her throat, stopped in the middle of the street, and sang Mingyang ditty with her throat open.

"My sister is picking pomegranates in the South Garden,

Which debt collector threw me a brick through the wall,

Just went up to Qiaoqiao, and hit the head of Xiaonu's house.

To eat pomegranates you take two,

If you want to have a heart-to-heart talk, follow me upstairs,
Why bother to throw a brick at me from the partition wall. "

That voice was as sweet as a yellow oriole coming out of the valley. In order to keep her voice and appearance together, Yu Xia played the minor tune, covering her head for a while, pinching her waist for a while, it was lifelike.Not only did it attract passers-by, but Pan Qingjue and Wen Zhimo's jaws dropped in shock and they were dumbfounded.

After hearing Yu Xia finish singing, she paused for a while, took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and continued singing.

"I won't eat your pomegranate, and I won't go upstairs.

How can chatting run away from your house?

The purpose of smashing bricks is to ask you to go for a walk. "

It turned out that this time Yu Xia sang with a male voice, the original clear and loud child voice, but pretended to be naive, it really made people laugh.

When the song was about to finish, Pan Qingjue, Wen Zhimo and the onlookers applauded in unison.

At this time, Yu Xia yelled with a sweet smile that was so tiresome: "Masters, aunts, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, don't miss it when you pass by. The freshly picked pomegranates are big and sweet, and can only produce saliva." Thirst, digestion and dysentery. Pomegranate is not only delicious, but also heralds many children and blessings. It is really a fresh fruit in the world! Buying our pomegranate will ensure that you will have a full house of children and grandchildren, and you will have a precious child early..."

Anyway, Yu Xia can pick up whatever sounds good to her.

Not to mention his handsome appearance, everyone has a delicate voice and sweet mouth.The people who were originally watching the excitement were also aroused by the clear and crisp shouting, and rushed up one after another.

A young woman wearing a jade hairpin and a long pink skirt with wide sleeves and feet squeezed in the front and asked, "Little brother, how do you sell this pomegranate?"

Yu Xia, who was proud of herself, was stunned for a moment, scratched her head, turned her head and asked in a low voice: "Second brother, how do you sell pomegranates?"

Pan Qingjue was also dumbfounded.

The sacrificial wine was only said to be sold, but did not say how much it would be sold for!

Wen Zhimo rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Whatever! Whatever! One penny!"

"What, one for a penny? It's so cheap, give me ten!" The young woman opened her big red mouth and exaggeratedly called out, just like the babysitter Pan Qingyu and the others invited, with a very professional expression.

Not to mention it really worked, everyone looted, and after a while, seven and a half baskets of eight bamboo baskets of pomegranates were sold.

(End of this chapter)