偷柏自拍区

  Many people think so.

Aunt Zhou thinks that this jam is both honey and fruit, and the soreness of her arms is secondary to cooking it. She thinks this stuff is too precious, and every bite is money, so she doesn\'t want people to taste it, so just do it like this hawking.

   No one praised her field.

  Even if Aunt Zhou said the hype.

Besides, when a person who has never read a book praises this thing, it is also dry. The words "delicious", "extraordinarily fragrant", and "golden expensive" are words that can\'t stimulate people\'s appetite and purchase. want.

  The shoddy bamboo tubes have also become a point of criticism.

   Just set up the stall for a whole day.

  The mouth was blistered and spittle was flying, and Aunt Zhou couldn\'t sell a jar of jam.

  She didn\'t bring any water when she went out. She thought that the two little girls from Jiang\'s family could sell the jam, and so could she.

  I thought it would be sold out soon, so I didn\'t bother.

  I didn\'t hire anyone for the things I made at home, and she can lower the price a little bit, and there will only be more people who come to chase her after her.

   I didn\'t expect that it would take me a whole day to endure this.

  The scorching sun was pouring down, and the sweat all over the body was wet and dry, and even formed salt crystals. It seemed like a joke for Aunt Zhou to stand in the tide of people coming and going in the town.

  There are two lumps of red dry skin on the face.

  No choice, Aunt Zhou had the cheek to beg for a bowl of water, and she was not willing to put in the jam, so she just raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

   During this gap, Aunt Zhou met Mrs. Fang.

  Others don’t know what jam is, but Mrs. Fang does.

  The time interval is not very long, and she even remembers the voices and smiles of the two little girls in the alley behind Bai\'s house.

   Mrs. Zhou bought out two little girls’ jam last time. It seemed that there were a lot of things, but there were too many people in the host’s house, plus entertaining guests, it was finished within two days, and then it was time for Mrs. Fang to lose her hair.

  The guest this time is said to be a prominent figure in the imperial capital.

  He praised the jam for being sweet but not greasy, which gave him a little appetite in this scorching season.

   With a simple sentence, Mrs. Fang was rewarded by the master.

  Even if it was for this point of reward, she could not disappoint the host and guests.

  But in the next few days, no matter whether Mrs. Fang came to the town in person or sent someone to inquire around the town, there was no news about the two little girls.

   Only one boy said that he heard that two little girls had sold jam at the back door of other people\'s houses, but those were ignorant people, and both of them were driven away.

  Mr. Fang was angry and funny at the same time.

   There is still a trace of luck in my heart.

  Thanks to her being kind and kind to others, she didn\'t despise the two little girls even though they were young.

   Thinking of the two small bamboo tubes left in her house, one of them has been eaten, and the other has only half of the bamboo tube left...

   Mrs. Fang was annoyed: "I just wanted them to come to me when they were free, so why did I forget to ask where they were from? I was so anxious."

   Just when the two of them could not be found, and they were in a state of desperation.

  Suddenly, Mrs. Fang saw a woman carrying a basket and lifted the dark cloth covering the basket to reveal the familiar bamboo tube inside.

  Aunt Zhou was a little surprised when she was stopped.