"How do you sell this popsicle?" approached a middle-aged man, carrying a hoe, who seemed to have just returned from the field.

Tang Xiaohan finished eating the popsicle in his hand, then lifted the layers of quilts, took out a popsicle from it and put it on the middle-aged man's hand, and said, "Five cents one." ”

The middle-aged man looked at such a delicious and cold popsicle, and gave five cents without saying a word.

Tang Xiaohan happily accepted the five cents and continued to push the cart forward.

After walking through several villages, two baskets of popsicles were sold out from morning to afternoon.

Tang Xiaohan walked back with a leisurely bicycle, but saw a familiar figure squatting in the shade.

"Brother Tianfan!" Tang Xiaohan was pleasantly surprised, and immediately ran up, "Brother Tianfan, I didn't expect to meet you here, how is the business?"

Yang Tianfan squatted under the tree, with a few rotten pots and a few pots that had been mended in front of him, and he was busy concentrating at this time.

As soon as he looked up, Yang Tianfan saw Tang Xiaohan's flushed face, beads of sweat dripping on her face, crystal clear, making people feel a kind of reverie.

"Xiaohan, why are you?" Yang Tianfan looked at Tang Xiaohan who was sweating profusely, so he lowered his head and continued to mend the pot.

Tang Xiaohan said angrily, "Of course it's me, otherwise who do you think it is?"

Facing Tang Xiaohan's questioning, Yang Tianfan had no way to answer, so he could only smirk.

"Brother Tianfan, is your business good here?" Tang Xiaohan looked at the two pots that Yang Tianfan had mended and observed carefully.

Yang Tianfan complained while mending the pot, "Who breaks the pot every day?"

Tang Xiaohan squinted and saw that although the pot that Yang Tianfan made up was good, the only thing missing was creativity, so she thought of a good way.

"Brother Tianfan, your pots are very good, but I have a way to make you more popular, and everyone will definitely come to you to make up the pots in the future. Tang Xiaohan had a smug look on his face.

Yang Tianfan was woken up at once, and said in surprise, "Really?

Tang Xiaohan pointed to the gap where Yang Tianfan mended the pot and said, "Look, although you have repaired the broken part of the pot, this place is still very ugly, if you make up this place into some lovely shapes, even like a painting, then everyone will like it." And this pot will be very beautiful!"

When Tang Xiaohan said this, Yang Tianfan suddenly opened.

He looked at Tang Xiaohan in surprise, as if he had found some treasure.

"Xiaohan, you still have more ideas! I'll try it now!"

Yang Tianfan said that he would change it, so he revised the gap in the pot that had been filled before, and changed the original irregular ugly shape into the shape of a heart, or the shape of a small flower.

This pot has instantly raised a notch from its original dilapidated appearance.

"Look, how beautiful this pot is now, I don't believe no one likes it!" Tang Xiaohan praised Yang Tianfan's good craftsmanship again and again, "Brother Tianfan, your skill in mending the pot is already very proficient! I believe that in less than two days, you will definitely become a household name." ”

Yang Tianfan heard Tang Xiaohan's unstingy praise, and he was suddenly moved.

This girl is willing to wait for him, and is willing to support him silently behind his back, I really don't know what blessings she cultivated in her previous life.

Sure enough, at dusk, someone came to the place to fetch the pot.

After seeing that their pot was made up to look good, they were all appreciative.