Ye Zhan stood up and wanted to follow him, but Ye Damin grabbed him and pointed to the basket covered with a clean veil and said, "Your mission today is here! Your master said that if the fruit can be sold at a good price today, it can satisfy your wish."

Ye Zhan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he could even hear the sound of his saliva.

Although he drank a large bowl of thick sweet potato corn porridge before leaving, his stomach was already empty after the ten miles of mountain road. Not far away, there was a stall selling buns. The aroma of the big meat buns penetrated into his nose, and he was already drooling.

Well, the fruit I brought today is the best fruit in my family and is also a rare fruit in the Daqingshan area. It can be sold at a good price. After I sell the fruit, I asked my father to buy two meat buns to satisfy his cravings.

With a goal, there will naturally be motivation. Although he is a little shy, the attractiveness of meat buns still makes him put aside his shyness and quickly opened his mouth to shout: "Selling cherry fruits, fresh and delicious cherry fruits, sour and sweet, delicious and appetizing, you can still want to eat them after eating them!"

The sound is crisp and bright, and naturally attracts a lot of attention.

Wu quickly grabbed a few cherries from his back and placed them on the lotus leaves that had been prepared long ago. The orange-yellow cherries were placed on the green lotus leaves, which made it look more watery and really mouth-watering.

The location here is relatively remote, and most of them are ordinary people who take advantage of the temple fair to make a living by taking advantage of their own output. Therefore, Ye Zhan tried hard to shout for half a quarter of an hour, but did not sell a cherry.

It’s not that no one came to inquire, but Mr. Ye set the price before they left the house. The price of one copper plate and three cherries was not a consumption for ordinary people. Ye Zhan couldn’t help but feel a little discouraged when he saw the dispersed guests.

A breeze blew, and the aroma of the meat buns penetrated into his nose. Ye Zhan felt even hungry. He stretched his neck and looked at the buns stall one after another, wishing that the buns could grow legs and run into his hands.

No, I have to find a way to sell my own fruit. Cherries are sweet fruits. If they are left for a long time, they will not be as delicious!

Ye Zhan kept catching his mouth, but his mind quickly turned around, his eyes were not idle, looking for suitable guests everywhere.

There are at least half a mile away from Chongfu Temple here, so it is not easy to find suitable guests. Ye Zhan was so anxious.

But soon his eyes were fixed on a hawker carrying a small basket in his hand and selling in the crowd. His eyes turned around and he thought about it. He finally thought of a good way!

It was not the first time Ye Zhan came here to attend a temple fair, so he naturally knew that even if the ladies, wives and grandmas of rich families came to Daqingshan, it would not be possible to really come to this crowded temple fair to wander around. Most of them took a sedan chair and went directly to Chongfu Temple to worship Buddha and go to the back mountain to visit the incense.

Those who love to eat cherries and can afford to eat cherries are not just these ladies, wives, grandmothers and girls. If you bring some cherries to the back mountain of Chongfu Temple, you should have good results.

Ye Zhan no longer cared about attracting customers, squatted beside Ye Damin and muttered in Ye Damin's ear.

"It's okay to put some fruits in a basket and sell them everywhere, but the back mountain will be spared! Today is the Buddha's birthday, and the back mountain is mostly female relatives of wealthy families, so you can't go to the back mountain to break around." Ye Damin thought the selling method proposed by Ye Zhan was very reliable, but opposed Ye Zhan's satirizing of the back mountain of Chongfu Temple.

Ye Zhan was a little disagreeable. Although there was a routine at this time when Ji Chongfu Temple was back mountain, ordinary people generally did not go to the back mountain during this season, but it was just a routine. There was no clear rule that only wealthy families could go there. Therefore, since the Ye family settled in Hongfeng Village, Ye Zhan would go to the back mountain with his friends a few times a year, and sometimes he could get unexpected gains.

Ye Zhan was afraid that because of his insistence, Ye Damin gave up the method of selling baskets, so he was cautious and no longer insisted on his true thoughts. Instead, he took a clever scholar to carry a basket and handed it to Ye Damin, and replied: "Dad don't worry, Dad, I just want to try this method of selling everywhere to see if I can sell the fruit as soon as possible."

"Use the basket, don't dirty the book basket." Although Wu's thoughts were mostly on the stall, he still heard the conversation between the father and son clearly. When he saw Ye Zhan wanting to use the book basket to pack cherries, he quickly stopped him, and took an ordinary bamboo basket and handed it to Ye Damin.

Ye Zhan had no intention of doing it: "Mom, just use this book basket. If only the elder brother is here, you can use this makeup box to put some fruits together to sell it."

Wu gave Ye Zhan a angrily glance at him in disagreement.

Ye Damin instantly understood what Ye Zhan meant. He took the book basket from Ye Zhan and first put a layer of lotus leaves in the book basket to prevent it from being dirty. Then he carefully poured fruit into the book basket, and whispered to relieve Wu's doubts.

Only then did Wu realize that Ye Zhan used a book basket to store fruits and was interested in selling a book basket. While helping Ye Damin, he discussed with Ye Dazhan: "How about I guard the stall, and you go with Brother Zhan?"

"Okay, okay, this way you can use this makeup box!" Ye Zhan clapped his hands.

Ye Damin did not agree immediately, but looked up around and looked around.

Compared to when they first arrived, the place was much more lively. The stalls extended to the outside. Most of the stalls were people from nearby villages, including men, women, young and old. Of course, there were also villagers from Hongfeng Village, so they smiled and said hello.

Originally, Ye Damin was not very relieved to leave Wu's wife alone to keep the stall, but now he felt much more at ease. The fruit must be sold, and the family really needed this income, so he recognized Wu's suggestion: "That's fine. Brother Zhan and I will try some fruits first."

Worried that Wu was too busy, Ye Damin thought about it, covered the remaining fruit tightly with cloth and placed the basket behind, pointing to the bamboo basket and rattan basket on the stall and embroidered goods, "Let this fruit be put first, and I will talk about it when I come back with Brother Zhan and I."

Wu looked around and understood Ye Damin's concerns. He nodded gently.

Ye Zhan comes to Chongfu Temple several times a year and is naturally very familiar with the terrain of this area. He took Ye Damin around the lively crowds, and the father and son soon arrived at Chongfu Temple.

But what I arrived at was not the front gate of Chongfu Temple, but the back mountain of Chongfu Temple.

When Ye Damin saw clearly that they were coming from the back mountain of Chongfu Temple, he suddenly became a little panicked and pulled Ye Zhan to go around the front door of Chongfu Temple, but Ye Zhan refused to leave.

Today, those who can enter the back mountain of Chongfu Temple are all female relatives of wealthy families and potential guests of cherries. If you can meet one or two wives and wives who love to eat fresh, you will not have to worry about not being able to sell the cherries you bring today. Maybe the remaining cherries in your house can be given out directly!

How could Ye Zhan miss such a great opportunity?!
Chapter completed!