Li Fang's eyes were bright and she nodded, "Okay."
So, the two mother and son carried sweet potato delicacies on their backs and went to the vegetable market to set up stalls.
With their first success, they were all confident.
Sure enough, when Zhou Sheng and Li Fang put the sweet potato delicacies on the stall, everyone was attracted by the various sweet potato delicacies and gathered around to watch, curiously asking what it was?
In this era, the culture is still a bit backward. People's pursuit of food is limited to rice, fruits, and dried fruits. They don't know how to cook many delicious food. When they see novel food, they are naturally curious.
Especially when children see the beautiful-looking delicacies, they cannot resist the temptation and pull the adults down to the stalls to ask and watch.
Faced with everyone's questions, Zhou Sheng patiently explained and distributed some delicious food samples to everyone.
Once the villagers who thought it was delicious tasted the sweetness, even if they thought it was a little expensive, they still paid for it because they thought it would be a gift.
When one person drives the purchase, the rest of the people think it tastes good and spend money to buy it.
Soon, the sweet potato delicacies that Zhou Sheng had put so much effort into were sold out, leaving only dried sweet potatoes in stock.
Some villagers who didn't buy it were disappointed and asked: "Zhou Sheng, are there any more shredded sweet potatoes?"
"Are there any sweet potato sesame balls left?"
“Where are the fried sweet potato sticks?”
The villagers Zhou Shengchong asked bowed their heads and apologized politely: "Sorry! Everyone, they are all sold out. If you want to eat, please come early tomorrow."
He deliberately did a small amount, just to test everyone's acceptance. Now it seems that the market is okay.
However, he did not intend to make more, but decided to use hunger marketing, a marketing strategy that deliberately lowered the production volume, raised the price, created the illusion that demand exceeded supply, and maintained a higher selling price and profit margin for the delicacies.
Therefore, he loudly said to everyone: "However, making these delicacies requires too much effort. The quantity sold every day is limited. If you want to buy, you must come early tomorrow. After all, it is first come, first served, while supplies last."
When everyone heard this, some villagers were aroused by the sample delicacies before and were afraid that they would not be able to buy it tomorrow, so they paid a deposit in advance to make a reservation.
Li Fang collected the money to register, with a smile on her lips that never closed.
Although there is no breakdown of the money earned, it is definitely more than farming.
At noon, when it was time to eat, Zhou Sheng ate the rice balls he brought from home.
Li Fang was eating and counting the money, laughing happily.
Zhou Sheng smiled faintly when he saw his mother like that, and at the same time he made up his mind to make the day when his mother could count money softly come as soon as possible.
At this time, Zhou Sheng noticed a strange look, with some malicious intent.
Following his gaze, he saw Uncle Luo staring at him gloomily, and next to Uncle Luo stood a young man. The man's eyes were sharp and he was obviously hostile to him.
He didn't know the man, but his intuition told him that he was restless.
Presumably, it was because he didn't buy Uncle Luo's sweet potatoes two days ago that Uncle Luo held a grudge and looked at him with anger, and the man was also angry.
But he didn't regret it, because Uncle Luo was a snob and there was no need for him to please him.
He wanted to keep an eye on these two people.
He withdrew his gaze and was about to say something to his mother when a pretty figure stood in front of him, attracting his attention.
He looked up and saw Xu Rouhou, he was surprised and happy, "You're here!"
Xu Rou looked at the stall, looked at Li Fang and smiled softly, "Hello, aunt."