Xue Sanhu heard it first because he was close to Xue Erhu. He continued to cut the ice coldly and attentively, breaking the ice, and said one word in a low voice: "Hire."
I don't know who to tell.
Xue Sihu was immediately amused, but in fact he also felt distressed. Those were his two precious children, could he not feel distressed? Usually, at most, he only asks his two precious children to help him with a little help. Most of the time, the two precious children of his family are actually watching from the side. It is not like today, and he hardly ever rests with him. .
How did he know he would be so busy today.
He still underestimated the town's enthusiasm for hot days with ice.
Even his second and third brothers were almost too busy to help here.
"Hire, hire," Xue Sihu said without thinking, "I'll find a few people in our village, and then you can concentrate on making ice at home."
Jiang Yue heard it and said nothing.
She is not tired, but Xue Yan should be a little tired, and she also wants the rest of the family to relax a little, this person must be hired.
At noon, the weather was terrifyingly hot. At this time, it was the easiest to sell popsicles everywhere. Not long after, Xue Wuhu ran back and wanted to carry a small wooden box of popsicles to sell, but there were none, and he returned at this time. Home Lane, come and go, it is estimated that the sun is also setting in the west, so forget it.
Xue Wuhu also felt that there was a shortage of manpower. If the second brother and the third brother hurried home as soon as they delivered ice, they would definitely have brought a cart of ice and a few small wooden boxes of popsicles.
Fortunately, the second brother and the third brother are here, otherwise the booth would not be busy at all.
As for this hiring, Xue Wuhu naturally agreed with both hands and feet.
In Jiang Yue's original world, one hour was two hours, and before noon was over, the iced sour plum soup was sold out, the cold skin was sold out, the popsicles were sold out, and even the rice noodles were sold out.
If the rice noodles can be sold out, that's why people eat here, and many people buy dried ones to take away.
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Now, even the ice, there is only the last bowl left.
This last bowl was poured with candied red beans and served on the table, and it was gone.
But there were still more than 30 people lining up.
As soon as they heard that the ice was sold out, the thirty or so people immediately became unhappy. They had been lining up under the sun for so long.
In addition, standing under the big sun, everyone was getting more irritated than usual.
Xue Sihu opened his mouth and smiled and reassured: "Today there is no ice, but tomorrow there will definitely be. If you come back tomorrow, we, Xue Ji, will give each of you who have been in line for so long today and haven't had ice yet, one gift per person. A popsicle, if you don't want an popsicle, you can get three cents for what you eat at that time. I'm really sorry today, I'm sorry everyone. If there are people who have queued up for so long in the future and don't eat it, the next day It can be delivered like this, delivered like this."
"Is there such a good thing?!" The thirty or so people were boiling.
Even those who were eating ice under the awning were boiling.
They had never heard of anything like this, and of course they had never seen it before.
The anger of the more than 30 people was so reduced at once, and they all laughed: "Okay, then we will come back tomorrow, but you have to remember that when we come tomorrow, don't give me popsicles or not worth three cents. money."
"Don't worry, everyone," Xue Sihu said with a smile, "I used to be a junior, and I can remember people's faces the most. I remember everyone's faces, and I won't forget them." After speaking, he grabbed Xue Yan, "My brother will never forget anything he sees since he was a child. We both remembered it. You can come back tomorrow. If you forget, you can smash our signboard."
(End of this chapter)
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