The couple exchanged a glance and hesitated for a moment: "This... well, okay, you can try, but not for too long. If you haven’t sold them by noon, you need to return the potatoes."
Zhi’er nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."
She turned around, waving her little hand at Bai Yaoyu: "Brother, come help!"
The siblings placed the couple’s potatoes on their own stall.
Bai Yaoyu whispered: "Sister, what are you doing? We can’t even sell our own!"
Zhi’er beamed: "Brother, don’t worry, watch me. Today, I’m going to sell all the potatoes at thirty-five cents per pound for you!"
Bai Yaoyu was amazed.
Thirty-five cents is still expensive!
Zhi’er asked him: "Brother, how much money do you have on you?"
Bai Yaoyu checked all over his body and embarrassedly took out two copper coins.
The little one nodded: "That’s enough!"
She picked up a potato and, with two copper coins, walked her little feet up to a sweet potato roasting stove nearby.
Bai Yaoyu watched her chat with the old man who roasts sweet potatoes for a while.
The old man nodded with a smile, taking the two cents.
Then, he put the potato Zhi’er brought into the stove.
In just a moment, Zhi’er came back holding a roasted potato and a very small sweet potato.
"Brother, eat quickly, Grandpa Sweet Potato gave it to us, it’s still warm!" The little one said happily.
Bai Yaoyu took the sweet potato and potato, afraid that her fingers would get burned.
He helped peel off the outer skin of the sweet potato, fed Zhi’er a little, while the little one went to handle the roasted potato.
At this point, the potato’s outer skin was soft and could be peeled off directly.
She placed it in her handkerchief and gently broke it into small pieces.
Then, Zhi’er stood in front of the long cloth, shouting in a sweet little voice——
"Uncles and aunties, don’t miss out, the fragrant and soft potatoes, have a taste, you won’t regret it!"
Someone stopped to look, and the middle-aged man who was sitting at the nearby bun stand decisively came over.
He smiled warmly: "Little girl, how much to taste a bite?"
"No money, it’s free." Zhi’er said, lifting the handkerchief she was holding.
The middle-aged man picked up a piece and tasted it for a moment, nodding slowly: "Soft, sticky, sweet, and fragrant, not bad."
Zhi’er immediately gave a sweet smile: "Our potatoes are all of this quality. These little potatoes have been nourished by rainwater and grew in fertile soil."
She looked up at the middle-aged man: "Uncle, would you like to buy some, thirty-five cents a pound."
Quite a few people heard the price and couldn’t help but walk away.
The middle-aged man chuckled: "Little girl, this price is indeed a bit high. But you’re so young, out here with your brother for business, uncle feels for you, here, one tael of silver for a pound."
Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, softly said: "Uncle, we and my brother don’t have money, we can’t make change."
The man laughed heartily: "Uncle doesn’t need change, just take it, the extra is for you to buy some buns."
Bai Yaoyu was astounded from the side.
This works too? Sister stood here for a while, and someone gives her a tael?
Zhi’er was very happy, and although the man said to give more, she still had Bai Yaoyu pack him equivalent potatoes.
"Thank you, uncle, may you make a fortune!" The little one’s voice was sweet and sincere.
The middle-aged man laughed even louder: "Little girl, uncle owns a teahouse across the street, if you two siblings get tired later, you can come over for a cup of hot water."
He pointed to the large teahouse at the corner of the street opposite and then left.