Chapter 21: Your melon is not bad

This shout attracted many passersby. Qiao Mai looked at the bright red, juicy watermelon. With such good quality, she didn't believe she couldn't attract little friends and old friends.

Sure enough, seeing such a watermelon, passersby looked around, swallowing their saliva constantly.

Some people knew that watermelon definitely wasn't cheap, and they were strapped for cash, but asking the price was still okay.

"Hey, little lady, how are you selling that melon?"

"Fifty wen a piece."

"Isn't that too expensive? How much is sugar per catty?"

"But sugar doesn't taste like watermelon, don't you think?"

"That's true, it's just too expensive, otherwise we would buy a piece to taste."

"It's not expensive. This watermelon is generally grown for nobles to eat. I bought it cheaply from a melon merchant, and I'm selling it separately. I can't even earn a few wen from a whole melon, I just want to let passersby taste it."

They looked at the cut watermelon on the table, could only sigh, shook their heads, and left.

Qiao Mai wasn't discouraged either. She sat on the chair, feeling that the top of her head was too hot. She thought that after selling the melons on the table in a while, she would go to the embroidery workshop to find a few bamboo poles and build a simple cool shed.

Just as she was about to take out her embroidery work, a carriage stopped in front of her melon stall.

A little boy's head stretched out from the carriage window, about twelve or thirteen years old.

"Little lady, are you selling this melon?"

"Naturally!"

"Quick, give me a piece, this young master is dying of thirst."

As soon as Qiao Mai heard this, she knew this was someone who didn't lack money. She immediately stood up with a smile, picked up a piece, walked forward, and handed it over.

The little boy picked up the watermelon, took a bite, praised it comfortably, and then ate it in a few gulps.

"Give me another piece."

"Fifty wen a piece."

"This young master has plenty of money. How many more pieces do you have?"

"Twelve pieces."

"Give this young master five more pieces."

After speaking, he stuffed a corner of silver to her. Visually, this silver was enough to buy seven or eight pieces.

Qiao Mai wasn't pretentious either, handing them to him piece by piece. The little boy ate five pieces in one breath, and then rubbed his stomach and said comfortably.

"Your melon is not bad. Was it iced?"

"No, it was soaked in well water."

"Mm, is there any left from that corner of silver?"

"You can eat two more pieces."

"Then give two pieces to my carriage driver, he's also had it quite hard."

Qiao Mai immediately had a good impression of the little boy; his character was very good, so she handed two pieces to the driver.

"Thank you, young master, thank you, little lady."

The driver was also very thirsty. After a while, two pieces of melon were eaten. The little boy waved his hand at the driver.

"Hurry back home."

"Yes, young master!"

Qiao Mai's first pot of gold from selling melons was in hand. Shopkeeper Lu watched from afar in the shop, a smile appearing on her face.

This sister was delayed by the Tian family, she was really a good hand at business. Setting up a stall on the first day, she wasn't nervous at all.

And with good fortune, she opened for business as soon as she set it up. Really good!

Qiao Mai glanced at the five pieces of watermelon on the table, picked up a piece, took a bite, moistened her throat, and then began to shout again.

The peddlers setting up stalls around didn't look favorably on her business at first, but didn't expect that she would sell several pieces in a short while, so they cast envious glances one after another.

Qiao Mai finished eating the melon, took out her embroidery work to do, and looked up from time to time.

In this season, there were flies. It seemed she would have to make a net cover later, otherwise, it would be disgusting if they landed on it. If customers saw it, who would come to buy?

There were no plastic net covers in ancient times, but white silk gauze could be used as a substitute. With tools, she could make it herself, it was very simple.

Just as she was thinking, three boys about eight years old stopped in front of her stall, looking at the melon and swallowing their saliva.

Qiao Mai saw their clothing, all fine cotton cloth, their hair combed neatly, and at a glance, their family background was not bad.

"Little Aunt, how are you selling your melon?"

"Fifty wen a piece."

"What should we do if we don't have money?"

"Then I can't sell it to you, otherwise I'll lose money."

The three swallowed their saliva again, looked left and right, "Why hasn't Father come yet?"

Speak of the devil, and the devil appears!

A strong man ran to them. Qiao Mai took a look and knew that this person knew martial arts.

"Oh my, why are you running around? If you were caught by human traffickers, how would I explain to your mother? She wouldn't beat me to death."

"Father, we didn't run around, we just came here when we saw the watermelon, we didn't go anywhere else."

The strong man glanced at the watermelon on the table, knowing that the children wanted to eat melon.

"How are you selling it?"

"Fifty wen a piece."

"It's not expensive, give me three pieces."

"There are four pieces left, just enough for each of you to have one. How about I give you a discount of ten wen?"

"Fine, then I'll take them all."

Seeing that the strong man was also someone who didn't lack money, in the blink of an eye, the four pieces of melon on the table were gone.

"This melon is really good, are there any more?" the strong man and his three sons asked, still unsatisfied.

Qiao Mai smiled gently, "Naturally!"

She bent down to pick up the melon from the basket, wiped it clean, and again cut the melon into sixteen pieces of uniform size.

"Give me four more pieces."

"Alright, same price as before. If you want to eat melon in the future, come to my stall. As long as it's not windy or rainy, I'll be here. I'll be selling this all summer."

"Mm, mm."

Each of them ate another piece, satisfied their cravings, quenched their thirst, paid, and left.

Qiao Mai put the money into her purse. The peddlers around had been watching her sell melons, so they couldn't help but strike up a conversation with her.

"Little lady, you brought your melons from the prefecture city, right?"

"Yes,"

"How much does one melon cost?"

"Seven hundred wen."

"That expensive?"

"Isn't it? I bought a lot at once to get this price. If it were less, one melon would cost one tael of silver."

"Then selling one melon, you can earn a hundred or so wen, right?"

Qiao Mai knew what they were thinking, so she counted on her fingers and calculated for them.

"Earn? You think too lightly of it. Not to mention whether every melon is good, even if they are all good melons, can you sell that many every day? Can you guarantee that every cut watermelon will be sold? If a few pieces don't sell, that's a loss. If it rains or is windy, you can't set up the stall, and if the watermelon sits at home for a long time, can the flesh inside still be sold? You can only eat it yourself. Thinking that selling melons is so good is wrong."

The peddlers around also silently calculated an account in their hearts, and it was really as the little lady said.

Looking at earning money for a moment, if there is a slight mistake, it is a loss.

"Then why are you still selling this?"

"Our shopkeeper doesn't lack this money. She eats it herself, and only takes out the surplus melons for me to sell."

The peddlers suddenly realized that the melon was not the little lady's, but the shopkeeper's of the embroidery workshop behind her. I said so.

If it were that family's melon stall, that would make sense. Who told Boss Lu to have money? She doesn't lack these few watermelons, she can afford to lose.

After her explanation, the peddlers no longer envied her, and they didn't stare at her stall anymore.

It was hot, and the carriages passing by on the road, when they came and went, saw her watermelon and stopped to eat a few pieces.

Soon another melon was gone. Qiao Mai used her consciousness to check the refrigerator, hehe, two more melons appeared.

Really good, this is a real empty-handed white wolf, a business without capital.

After moving the two melons from the space to the basket, thinking of the four fen of melon land, she used her consciousness to look at it again.

At this look, the corners of her mouth immediately split to her ears.

In just two days, the planted watermelon had already grown melon seedlings. My God, if it goes on like this, she would be able to harvest watermelons in a few days.

Hm? She suddenly felt something was wrong. The four fen of melon land, how did it seem to have doubled in size?

Qiao Mai swallowed her saliva, thinking that she was setting up a stall by the official road at this moment, so she withdrew her consciousness and forcibly suppressed the excitement in her heart.

If she guessed correctly, the space could not only replicate consumables, but also replicate land?

But land is not a consumable? What exactly is going on?

Qiao Mai felt that her brain wasn't enough, it was really incomprehensible.

However, this was a good thing for her, a very good thing.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 22 =====