Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Xue Yan sighed inaudibly, then resigned to his fate and silently hung the rope of a small wooden box around his own neck, and then held the popsicles in the small wooden box in both hands.

But he didn't hold Jiang Yue by hand.

Xue Sihu looked at Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue: "..."

She was only silent for a while, then stretched out a small hand to hold Xue Yan's clothes, as if she would follow Xue Yan's side.

Xue Sihu was obviously relieved.

Xue Yan and Jiang Yue stopped looking at this fourth brother and went silently.

The aunt from the adjacent stall just knew that their family would sell ice, so she wasn't surprised, and didn't ask anything, but other stall owners nearby asked in disbelief: "Ice popsicles? That's ice, right? Your family can make them. Come out of ice? Is it true? I have set up a stall in the town for more than ten years, and I have never seen ice in this town in summer. Could it be that your family is a liar?"

"It's making ice." Jiang Yue said calmly, and stopped with Xue Yan. Xue Yan turned slightly to the side, she stopped holding Xue Yan's clothes, opened the small wooden box that Xue Yan was holding, quickly took out a popsicle from the quilt in the small wooden box, and quickly covered the quilt, After covering the small wooden box again, the layer of oil paper on top of the popsicle was removed, revealing the white-looking and air-conditioned popsicle inside. "It's a popsicle. We eat it with ice at home."

It's fine if you don't take it out, everyone still doesn't believe it, but when you take it out, the facts are in front of you, and these stall owners straightened their eyes.

The aunt also looked straight.

"This three cents is a piece of money. If you want to eat it, you can buy it at our booth." Jiang Yue just said this politely. These people just don't believe in real ice, and they have no intention to buy it yet.

After politely speaking, Jiang Yue held Xue Yan's clothes with another small hand and followed Xue Yan forward, her other hand still holding the popsicle.

It just happened to be a sample for people to see. This sample is more useful than you say hundreds or thousands of sentences, but it would be too wasteful to let it go, so she followed Xue Yan while eating.

As she walked, she shouted twice, "Selling popsicles, selling popsicles, sweet and sweet Xueji popsicles, only three cents per piece."

Xue Yan glanced at his Yuebao quickly and thought that his Yuebao was so cute.

And his Yuebao's shouting is much more reliable than his third brother.

Not only shouted the word "Xue Ji\

,"How much is also called.

Xue Sihu heard it at the booth, and his smiling eyes were a bit like a fox. He knew that their family, Yuebao and Xiaoyan, would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

There is no ice in the summer in this town. Now people say that popsicles are still in their hands, and they eat small bites. Some people see them, especially those who are already hot and thirsty. came over.

Don't ask why you have ice in your house, just ask: "A real three cents?"

"Um."

As soon as Jiang Yue responded, the man said eagerly: "Then get me one." Then, he also took out three cents of money.

"Okay." Jiang Yue agreed, and then quickly took out a popsicle from the small wooden box and gave it to the person. She took the three cents and put it in the small pocket in front of her.

Yes, there is also a rope hanging around her neck, but it is a colorful rope, and the bottom of the rope is a small square pocket like a purse. There is a small blue flower embroidered on the small pocket. It was given to her by her sister-in-law last night. She made it in a hurry to make it easy to collect money when selling popsicles.

(End of this chapter)

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