Jinhu and others kept waving their hands. Jinhu pulled Zhang Yaohua to see a pool of blood in the snow. Fugui was like pushing the bicycle. Xiaoshuan rolled on the ground with his feet in his arms. Gouwa and Mancang looked anxious, but they didn't know how to express their meaning.

Zhang Yaohua saw the pool of blood and grabbed her head, "Do you mean someone was injured here? It was because she bumped into our bicycle."

Jinhu and others nodded first and then shook their heads again.

Zhang Jiaohua is not old and is full of the simplicity of the farm children. She doesn't even think about stealing.

The stalls around him dared not come to tell Zhang Yaohua the truth, because they were worried about being retaliated by the three short-lived ghosts. The three second-rate men had such great skills, but they had too many friends. If he suffered a lot today, they would be able to gather a group of second-rate men to come to take revenge. The stalls here are all for the purpose of supporting their families. If they offend them and cannot be installed, how can they live at home? So, the small vendors looked at Zhang Yaohua and they were all indulged in saying a word.

Zhang Yaohua didn't think so much, so he found a clean place and continued to eat with the buns. Although he looked at his small belly, he had eaten three of the buns in a short while before he patted his slightly bulging belly. He carefully wrapped the remaining buns in kraft paper and put them in a bag in a cotton coat, so that they could keep them warm for longer.

After looking around, Zhang Youping still had not come back yet, Zhang Yaohua went to a cup-selling stall next to him to buy a few cups. Then he and Jinhu and a few opened the three barrels of wine to the ground. Pour a glass of wine out of the barrel. A tempting aroma of wine immediately drifted in the air. The wine was so fragrant that it floated a hundred meters away.

People who were traveling back and forth on the street immediately smelled the scent of wine.

"Huh? Whose family has sprinkled wine?"

"Why is it so fragrant? Is it an old wine?"

"It's really fragrant. Isn't this the rice-flower-flavored wine produced by the Gezhuping Town winery?"

"Where is the rice flower fragrance wine so fragrant?"

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Just as people were looking for the source of the fragrance of wine, a tender voice sounded.

"Hey! I'm selling wine! The best wine. Come and take a look, take a look." Zhang Yaohua shouted directly.

Zhang Yaohua is not born to do business, but learns it from TV. This trick is completely the trick of stall vendors in TV series.

The people who had just been aroused by the fragrance of wine immediately surrounded Zhang beggar's position.

"Xiao Zi, is this your wine?" someone asked.

"Of course it's my wine." Zhang Yaohua nodded.

"Why is your wine so fragrant? Could it be that some spices were added?" someone asked again.

"No. I didn't see my mother adding spices to the wine. It smells so good when it is baked." Zhang Yaohua grabbed his head. He really couldn't figure it out.

"Xiao Zi, can you give me some wine from your house?" A middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd and walked to Zhang Yaohua.

Zhang Yaohua didn't reply, but poured some wine into the empty cup and handed it to the man.

The middle-aged man took off the glass and drank the wine in one sip. Everyone around him looked at the middle-aged man, wanting to know from his mouth how the wine tasted.

"Good wine! This wine is better than Maotai wine." The middle-aged man slapped his mouth and carefully savored the taste of the wine, and said excitedly.

The middle-aged man said so exaggeratedly, but the people around him were a little disbelief, thinking that the middle-aged man was in the same group as the child. After all, no one family could let a child come to sell wine. What about the adults in his family? Everyone looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously.

The middle-aged man ignored everyone around him, "Xiao Zi, how do you sell this wine?"

"My wine is to be sold for one dollar per pound." Zhang Jiaohua didn't know how much this wine should be sold for? But it costs one cent to buy a bun. This wine is also more expensive than a bun. In fact, the loose rice wine in rural areas is really not much more expensive than a bun in the town. One pound of rice wine is exchanged for one pound of rice. The price of a pound of rice is less than 40 cents. The price of a bun is 20 cents. Zhang Jiaohua shouts for one dollar per pound, which is almost three times that of ordinary rice wine. It is about the same price as the bulk wine of Rice Flower Fragrance Wine.

"It's cheap. Do you have anything to put on wine?" asked the middle-aged man.

Zhang Yaohua shook her head. She was also a little troubled. He really didn't expect this. Most of the farmers in this market came to buy New Year's supplies, so it was impossible for them to bring a wine pot from their homes to the town to make wine. Even people from the town were unlikely to run to this stall to make wine. People who make wine often have a fixed place. They took a salt water bottle and ran over to fill a bottle. In the entire market, Zhang Yaohua was also selling three barrels of wine.

"Or why, I buy your barrel and you sell it to me." The middle-aged man said that wine is cheap, so he was embarrassed to ask Zhang Beghua to give him the plastic barrel. Nowadays, agricultural supplies are cheap, but industrial products are very expensive.

"You have to." Zhang Yaohua nodded.

This kind of plastic barrel is 50 kilograms, but if it is completely filled, it will definitely cost one or two kilograms. The middle-aged man is embarrassed to take advantage of a child. He took out seventy yuan and handed it to Zhang Yaohua, "Even the barrel, I will give you seventy yuan. It's only a lot. Let's just take advantage of your wine. Speaking of which, I have taken a big advantage. Such a good wine is only one kilogram. If I have money, I have to buy your three barrels of wine."

The middle-aged man paid the money, picked up a bucket of wine and left. At first, everyone thought that the middle-aged man was in the same group as Zhang Yaohua, but now he doesn't look very similar.

"Xiaozi, can I try your wine too?" Another man in his sixties stood up. Judging from his appearance, he should be from the town, wearing a neat tweed cloth, with a red sweater with a high-neck inside. He was wearing a pair of black leather shoes. He was either retired cadres or state staff. These people were well-fed and a hundred times stronger than ordinary people's purchasing power.

Zhang Yaohua also poured him some wine, but he was not willing to pour too much.

The old man took a sip of his cup, and the wine was circling in his mouth, savoring it carefully, showing a very enjoyable look, and nodded in praise, "It's been a long time. But it's a little better than Moutai, but it's a little exaggerated. Selling one dollar per pound is indeed cheap. I have asked for these two barrels of wine. But I don't have such a lot of strength to get it back. What about your adult? Can you let your adult help me deliver it to my home?"

"What you want, what you want." Zhang Youping squeezed out of the crowd. He was carrying a red paper brush and a funnel in his hand. These things were not together, and there were crowds everywhere during the Chinese New Year. He delayed his time buying these things. When he returned here, he was shocked. There were so many people around here, and he thought something had happened. Seeing that the little girl was selling wine, he simply stood in the crowd to observe. (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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