Chapter 2089： The heat of watermelon

Chapter 2089 The heat brought by watermelon

The price is also considered appropriate.

As long as there are no accidents, selling out should not be a problem.

A peddler said loudly: "Thank you for your generosity, the shopkeeper. Naturally, I will not be such a dishonest person."

Then.

There were quite a few people who saw a peddler holding a wooden box wrapped in thick cotton cloth. He couldn't tell what it was, but he yelled loudly beside him: "Sell popsicles, oranges, watermelons, peaches, etc." , Pear popsicles."

People in the capital think they are well-informed.

There was that curious one who stopped the peddler upon hearing the words: "What are popsicles? But ice mirrors?"

Bingjian is actually the name of ice cream in later generations at this time, but only the royal family and wealthy families can afford ice cream. It is already very luxurious for ordinary people to eat watermelon in summer.

After all, a watermelon costs dozens of pennies each.

"Hello, guest officer. As the name suggests, this popsicle is made of ice in the shape of a stick, with a piece of wood strung in the middle. It is edible and has different fruit flavors. It costs two cents each. Would you like to try it?"

The guest covered his belly and laughed loudly when he heard it: "You boy, don't coax me, it's hot weather, can you walk around with an ice cube in your arms and it won't melt?"

The hawker also couldn't understand why the shopkeeper of Yonghe Food Shop said that wrapping the popsicles in cotton cloth would keep them from melting for a while, but it was true, and he was worried at first.

As a result, it is still frozen well.

"Guest officer, if you want to try it, I will give you the small one, but the small one is a small business, and you also know that ice cubes are easy to melt, so the small ones can't be shown to you generously."

The guest was not short of money, and immediately took out two copper coins after hearing the words: "Sure, get me a watermelon-flavored popsicle."

The vendor quickly opened the wooden box, took out the red popsicles, and quickly closed it again.

Passers-by only saw an inconspicuous streak of white gas, followed by a popsicle falling into the hands of the guest.

"Yo, it's really ice." Some spectators followed along and said rather strangely.

"Let me give it a try. Is this really watermelon fed? Isn't it a lie?" The guest took a quick bite as he said, and the obvious watermelon taste spread in his mouth, sweet, icy and cool, then When the man opened his eyes, he was quite surprised, and he didn't say much, he took a few quick bites, his mouth was cold, and he was speechless now.

On the other hand, others saw him squinting his eyes, looking enjoying, and a little greedy: "Hey, little brother, how does it taste, you should give me an answer."

Someone was impatient, quickly took out the copper plate, and said, "I want a watermelon flavor too."

The hawker collects the money with one hand and popsicles with the other, so fast that people can't see exactly how much he has in the wooden box.

"Hey, I'll try the watermelon flavor too."

Watermelon is already very popular in the capital. Some people are reluctant to buy a whole piece, so they buy a small piece. Even so, no one can eat it to their heart's content.

At this moment, it is purely chasing the watermelon flavor.

The hawker was in full swing, and the 30 watermelon flavored ones were sold out in no time.

I also heard someone say: "Hey, this really tastes like watermelon. Last time I celebrated my birthday at brother Deng's house, I tasted it once. Not to mention that the watermelon is expensive, but the quantity is too small, so I won't be able to buy it later."

"yes."

"Brother, where did you get your popsicles, can you sell me a watermelon and go home to celebrate my mother's birthday?"

"Hey, let me tell you, I'm afraid I'm going to lose money selling watermelon popsicles."

(end of this chapter)