Transmigrated into ancient times as a peasant woman with three children, her husband insisted on separating the family. Shen Qingyu waved her hand: "Divorce, separate the family, I want the chi...
One bucket of glutinous rice weighs a good 30 jin (15 kg)! One and a half buckets of glutinous rice... can sell about 300 servings!
I actually sold over three hundred servings of sticky rice?
At ten coins per serving, that's more than three taels of silver!
Shen Qingyu couldn't believe it. She counted it carefully, and it really was more than two taels of silver!
A pound of glutinous rice costs ten coins, while pork costs twenty coins a pound. However, very little pork is put in the rice balls. A spoonful is half thick broth. A bucket of glutinous rice is sold out, but only a little over a pound of pork is used.
The pickled cabbage bits were homemade and worthless.
A bucket and a half of glutinous rice cost less than 500 coins, but sold for more than 3 taels of silver.
The net income was a little over two taels of silver!
Exorbitant profits!
Shen Qingyu was instantly filled with energy and drove the donkey cart to the other end of Hengshui Street.
People going to the market go to the nearest town; if they eat at one end, they can sell at the other.
When they arrived at the other end, Shen Qingyu stood on the cart and started shouting as usual!
The crowd gathered again to watch the spectacle.
Shen Qingyu set her sights on a slender, tall young man: "Hey buddy, wanna give it a try?"
The young man, seeing Shen Qingyu's cheerful smile, nodded and said, "One, please."
Shen Qingyu followed the same method and skillfully demonstrated the process of making glutinous rice balls again. Sure enough, everyone was tempted again and took out their money.
After all that work, another bucket of glutinous rice was sold.
Shen Qingyu checked the time; it was almost noon, and the crowd was gradually dispersing, with many people already heading back.
Fine, let's buy some things and go home.
Shen Qingyu went to the pen and ink shop, and was dumbfounded when she asked the price.
Even at the cheapest prices, an inkstone costs one tael of silver, a ream of paper costs one hundred coins, an ink block costs half a tael, and a writing brush costs one hundred coins...
No wonder there were so few scholars in ancient times.
Ordinary villagers can't afford such expenses!
After a moment's hesitation, Shen Qingyu gritted her teeth and said, "Shopkeeper, give me three sets of this brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."