The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 371 The Landlord in the Variety Show (7)

Because of the crowded crowd and the PD who was so excited about taking pictures, it took a long time to walk the short distance of more than ten meters.

"Ms. Su, thank you for your explanation." The PD smiled and thanked him. "That segment just now was very exciting. Even if it is impossible to put it all in the main film, I will definitely leave some of it."

Su Xiangran didn't say anything, but just leaned over to look at Yu Yan, who was already a little anxious.

"Sister Su, there are so many people here. I'm really worried that your car can't get through." Yu Yan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Su Xiangran.

At this time, the stall had been set up, and several people put the buckets of fish aside and started selling fish.

Only at this time did Yu Yan realize how much importance the local people took this matter.

Because this so-called staff member was actually a fishmonger who didn't set up a stall today.

Poultry at the market is not slaughtered, but fish must be filleted.

The "staff" quickly started to cut the fish, performing a series of actions very skillfully.

Of course Su Xiangran could do these things, but she was definitely not as skilled as him.

"You guys shout!" the staff member said to the two people, "I'll be responsible for killing the fish, and you guys will be responsible for shouting, weighing, and collecting money."

Yu Yan was a little shy and didn't know what to say for a moment, while Su Xiangran asked passers-by if they wanted to buy fish.

In order to create opportunities for the show today, the other two fishmongers did not set up their stalls, but what Su Xiangran didn’t know was that the identity of this staff member was also “competitive for the job.”

What’s wrong with selling one day less fish? There are celebrities selling vegetables in their market, and they have helped the program crew sell fish. That will be a living advertisement for future business.

Watching the fish in the bucket being sold little by little, Yu Yan gradually learned how to shout. Although she was still a little unskilled in bagging, the overall impact was not significant.

Seeing that the number of fish was decreasing, Su Xiangran made an agreement with the people at the stall and went to the fish pond to get the second batch of fish.

Others agreed.

When Su Xiangran arrived at the fish pond, the cleaning had basically been completed, except that a few people had not had time to take off their work jumpsuits.

"Susu, are you sold out of fish?" Yin Bo did not hide his affection for Su Xiangran even in front of the camera. "I'll load the rest into the car for you. Wait for me. I'll change my clothes and go sell fish with you."

Looking at the face that was sunburned and the wet hair, Su Xiangran was sure that it must be sweat.

"No, you're tired enough." Su Xiangran refused, "Just take a good rest here! I'll be back after selling the fish."

"Puchi!" Yin Lan, who was enjoying the cool breeze on the side, couldn't help but laugh out loud. He felt that Su Xiangran and Yin Boxiang were a mismatched couple.

Su Xiangran is a fishmonger who works outside to support his family.

Yin Bo is the cook who is responsible for doing housework and taking care of the family.

He glared at his nephew, told Su Xiangran to wait for him, and then hurried to take off his work clothes.

"I'll go too!" Zhou Linfeng said, "I'll take a look at the market here too."

As soon as the old senior spoke, several others followed suit.

However, one tricycle could not accommodate so many people, so Yin Lan had to go out and borrow a tricycle from Village Chief Liu.

In this way, a group of people came to the market in a mighty manner.

At this time, most of the people visiting the morning market had dispersed, and the second wave of people had not yet arrived, so the car quickly stopped in front of the fish stall.

"Why are all of you here?" Yu Yan was a little surprised. "It doesn't take so many people to sell fish!"

The "staff" was excited: "Zhou Linfeng, He Fei, Meng Han, oh my god! They are real people."

"Boss, please control yourself." Su Xiangran quickly advised, "They are all here to help sell the fish, please stay calm."

The "staff member" kept repeating: "I'm not nervous, I need to stay calm."

That being said, his hand holding the knife had already begun to tremble slightly.

Meng Han took a look and thought: This is too dangerous.

He quickly took the fish-cutting knife from the "staff member" and started killing the fish.

The "staff member" who had the knife taken from him stared at Meng Han with wide eyes: "From now on, I will worship this knife. It's a family heirloom!"

With the addition of these people, although the speed of cutting fish was not as fast as before, people who wanted to buy fish surrounded the stall.

Many people buy the fish just to say a few words to the stars, and basically don’t need to process them.

This greatly increased the speed at which they sold the fish. There were clearly twice as many fish as the first time, but they were sold out in just half the time.

After completing the mission, Yin Lan took his men back to Liujia Village on an electric car.

It was already afternoon.

Lunch is eaten in boxes on both sides.

But for people who haven’t eaten well in the past few days, the boxed lunch is pretty good.

After the fish pond activities were over, several people returned to Sujia Village. Today's work was quite physically demanding, so Yin Lan rarely agreed to let them take a car up the mountain.

Because Su Xiangran has already participated in the recording, she will have dinner with everyone today.

"You guys go up first." Su Xiangran explained, "I can ride up by myself, it will be convenient for me to come down later."

And considering the time, the pickled bamboo shoots that Yin Bo had helped her pickle were almost ready, so she thought of serving some to whet everyone's appetite.

After all, today's work was too tiring and the weather was hot. With appetizers, everyone's appetite would be better.

After hearing what Su Xiangran and Yin Bo said, Yin Lan couldn't help drooling at the thought of sour bamboo shoots. He decided: have dinner with the guests today and "inspect" some people's cooking skills.