Chapter 150

Because of the previous fight, business was still affected a little, but not too much. In the past, they would be sold out in less than an hour, but now they take most of the night to sell out. There are still a few left that died because they were trapped in the bamboo tubes for too long. Some people didn't mind, but Qin Huai and his friends didn't want to cause trouble, so they took them back to feed the chickens.

Fortunately, I didn't lose money on this order. I still made a small profit. I will see the situation this week and then go to Cai's house next week to discuss whether I should continue collecting bamboo worms or choose another business.

After working hard for most of the night, Mu Nan just got home and hadn't even taken a shower when she received the photos sent by Yang Jing. The men's sleeveless vests, women's camisole vests and several short-sleeved shirts were all ready. Although the fabric was dull gray, it somehow looked a bit like Harajuku's fresh style. Yang Jing specially adjusted the lighting and even asked her two roommates to wear them and pose for photos. It still looked pretty good.

Mu Nan showed Qin Huai her phone and said, "If the material wasn't a little prickly and not as comfortable as pure cotton, I would have bought two pieces. They look good." For some reason, this gray color of homespun cloth gives people a feeling of peace and tranquility when worn on the body. It makes people feel comfortable just looking at it.

Qin Huai glanced sideways and said, "If you like them, you can take two back. I'll wear them first and give them to you when they become soft."

It was like this when he was a child. Mu Nan would wear clothes that were too small for him. It was not because he wanted to save money. Uncle Mu was still alive at that time and the family environment was pretty good. It was just that children have tender skin, so wearing old clothes would make them more comfortable. Also, he had been in good health since he was a child, and the older generation was a bit superstitious. They thought that if children used clothes he had used, they would be infected with his aura or luck, and would be as healthy as him.

Even though he went to school later and couldn't go out wearing his old clothes, as long as he was at home, his old clothes became Mu Nan's pajamas.

Probably because he had been dressing like this since he was young, Mu Nan developed the habit of wearing his clothes. The T-shirts and jerseys he wore when he was in school were loose and big, and went straight to his thighs. Now, Mu Nan sometimes puts on his clothes directly after taking a shower, without even having to wear shorts.

Mu Nan shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, let's keep it and sell it. Why wear homespun cloth when you can wear comfortable pure cotton? But in the future, you can give Yang Jing some linen material and ask her to make two pieces for us. Linen clothes are also comfortable to wear and cooler than pure cotton."

Yang Jing has an account for clothing customization. From the previous mesh protective clothing to later people placing orders for her to make clothes, this account has gradually become popular. So the newly made clothes are simply put on Yang Jing's clothing account for sale. The price is not expensive, seven yuan for both men and women.

The capital of a piece of cloth is seven yuan when converted into Singapore currency. Yang Jing saves cloth, and one piece of cloth can make three summer clothes. Taking into account the labor cost and part of the gas cost, Mu Nan and Yang Jing finally agreed to split the cost 30% to 70%. Mu Nan provides the capital and Yang Jing provides the manpower. It can be said that Mu Nan does not have to worry about anything and can just lie back and collect the money, which is much more comfortable than setting up a stall like a bamboo worm.

More importantly, even the capital he invested was almost negligible.

These were all relief grains issued by the government before. Even if the relief grains were used up, he could still use the cheap rice he had bought from Qinhuai before, weigh it and vacuum-pack it at home. Even if it was the cheap rice from the past, it was much better than the rice now, at least it was white rice.

However, when he bought it before, he got the bulk purchase price of 60 to 70 cents per pound, so the capital investment was nothing at all, and Mu Nan made money without doing anything.

In order to help promote their business, Jian Chu also sent the photos taken by Yang Jing to the bamboo worm stall group that had been established earlier, along with a link to Yang Jing's shop, so that they could go and see for themselves. This did help to develop a few customers, and soon the clothes were sold out.

Mu Nan asked Yang Jing to make his own account book and settle the bill once a month. He would then look at the sales prices at Yang Jing's place to adjust the amount of cloth to be collected from Qinghe. Later on, when Qin Huai would not go to Qinghe with them, he would ask Yu Zibai or Wu Zheng to help take him, and he would pay for the gas. Anyway, he would not lose money no matter how he calculated it.

When Yang Jing's garment shop was getting better and better and Mu Nan was lying down and making money, the tranquility of District 2 was finally broken by the industrial noise of well digging.

Because he was in charge of taking the lead and was also responsible for digging wells, apart from some public information in the beginning in order to incite more people to dig wells, the registration information was not made public later. He was also afraid that someone with ulterior motives would see it and plot against him, although the action of digging a well could not be concealed from anyone and it was clear at a glance who was working on it.

There were also neighbors who previously got along well with each other and now have demolished their walls, expanded the area of ​​their enclosures, and several families share one well.

Qin Huai and his family don't have to worry so much about this. The girls have saved some money during this period, so after discussion, they decided to participate. If there was a well in the yard, it would be much more convenient.

Qin Huai found the workers to dig the well from outside. Otherwise, it would be just as he had expected, waiting for them to start the work together, and it would probably take several months for their turn to come.

Mu Nan stood on the balcony on the third floor and looked down. The yard was bustling with activity. A well was being drilled downwards, and workers were building a sunshade nearby. The sunshade extended all the way to the front door of their homes, so that if they needed water during the day, they could block the sun. If the sunshade was not cheap, they would have even wanted to cover the entire yard, but they had just spent so much money to dig a well, and they were really stretched to the limit.

Seeing his brother working hard to supervise the workers, Mu Nan returned to the house, poured a large cup of iced green bean soup in a thermos and sent it down, and also brought a pot of ice water to quench the workers' thirst. There were five workers digging wells, and they were also a construction team of the government project, specializing in digging wells and building water stations. Now, in the entire residential area, except for the outer city, there is no water station, and the other areas are under construction. Although the government pays well, there are conditions to make money, and it is hard work and fatigue, so these people take private jobs outside during their holidays or after work.

This courtyard was not the first private job they had taken, but it was the one where they seemed to get along best so far.

The foreman who was drinking water said casually during the break: "Just the location of the wellhead. The last project I took on almost had a quarrel between the two families. They were unhappy before the well was even dug. I'm afraid there will be more quarrels over water issues in the future. If you meet someone who is so fussy that he is afraid of being at a disadvantage, I'm afraid there will be endless quarrels in the future."

Qin Huai took the kettle handed over by Mu Nan, but did not drink it. He followed the topic and asked, "There should be a lot of people digging their own wells now."

The foreman said, "It's not a small number, but it's not many either. The conditions are only available in the first few districts. People living in those large townhouses farther back don't have the conditions to circle the well."

Qin Huai nodded: "That's right, fortunately this machine can still be used, otherwise it would be impossible to dig such a deep well."

The foreman who knew a little bit about the situation said, "Even if there are no machines, the higher-ups will work very hard to make them, otherwise the water supply of our entire city will be in trouble."

Mu Nan asked curiously, "Is there such a shortage of water? If we can get water by digging 50 meters deep, why don't we just pump groundwater directly for water supply? Why do we need to build a water station?"

The foreman had obviously worked in this business before, but he was not an expert in this area. He just spoke based on his experience: "We have never lacked water in the south. In the water towns of Jiangnan and the South-to-North Water Diversion Project, the last thing we lack is water. In the past, ten meters was enough to dig wells in some villages nearby, and the water would bubble up. Now, you have to dig to thirty meters to see moisture. So many lives down there are still relying on you for food and drink. If you were up there, would you be afraid? You have to plan ahead."

Qin Huai rubbed Mu Nan's head and handed him the half-drunk pot: "Okay, go back to the room, it's hot outside."

Mu Nan said "oh" and went upstairs obediently, but he also analyzed a lot of information from the foreman's words just now.

There is a water shortage now, but it is not as serious as imagined. Although the water supply was cut off, water stations have been set up. Water can be collected for free every day, but more water will be charged. This has saved a lot of unnecessary water consumption to a large extent. At least when families could use water without restrictions before, people did not have a strong awareness of saving water.

Now, even if one person saves a mouthful of water every day, the water consumption of the entire residential area can be sustained for one more day. This is the government's preparation for a rainy day, or the government has already started to store a large amount of water, and used this form to encourage the public to reduce water consumption, in order to prevent foreseeable bad situations in the future.

So the question is, why are the authorities taking such action now? Has the state machinery detected something, or are there some water crisis happening somewhere they are not aware of, with network communications cut off and information being completely blocked?

After today's construction was finished and the supervisor Qin Huai came back, Mu Nan told Qin Huai what he had analyzed: "Do you think what I thought is right? Do you have anything to add?"

Qin Huai touched his head and sighed, “This little head is worthless.”

Mu Nan glared at him immediately: "What do you mean, I'm old and valuable, okay! Are you calling me stupid?"

Qin Huai smiled without saying anything. Mu Nan was furious. The two of them quarreled and went into the bathroom. After a long time, Mu Nan was carried out with red eyes. He was tired after the exercise and slept particularly soundly.

It was a rare opportunity for Qin Huai to allow him to sleep in, but he was woken up by messages on his cell phone. There were several messages in a row. Mu Nan thought someone was looking for him for something urgent, so he struggled to open his eyes and touch his cell phone.

Qin Huai stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, and gently stroked Mu Nan's lower abdomen with his warm palm: "Does it still hurt?"

Mu Nan tilted her head and bit his shoulder, then rolled over and out of Qin Huai's arms: "It hurts, it hurts so much, I need to be a whale for a week, I need to have a good rest!"

I remember that he had drawn quite a few cartoons that touched my heart at first glance, but such exaggerated plots were obviously fabricated. Just looking at the physiological structure, you can tell that this is impossible. Who would have thought that artistic processing really came from the reality of life.

Qin Huai pulled the man back into his arms in a flattering manner and kissed the corners of his eyes that were red from anger: "It's all my fault, be good, don't be angry anymore."

Mu Nan tilted his head: "Men's mouth is full of lies. I told you it hurt so much that I wanted to vomit, but you didn't stop."

Thinking of what happened in the bathroom last night, Qin Huai's eyes gradually became deep. When Mu Nan begged for mercy in his ear with a crying voice, shouting that it hurts her brother and she is going to vomit, he asked who can bear it and who can stop. He was just an ordinary person and could not be expected to have superb self-control.

It was not until Mu Nan put one hand on the sink and the other on her waist and said that her lower abdomen hurt that Qin Huai regained his senses.

Seeing that Mu Nan really planned to ignore him for a week, Qin Huai felt distressed and amused. He pulled him back and gently rubbed his lower abdomen with one hand, while diverting his attention and said, "Who is looking for you? I have sent several messages."

Mu Nan immediately forgot to push away the coaxing ghost, and took out his phone to check. The bottom message was Jian Chu asking him if he was awake or still sleeping. After scrolling up to read the message, Mu Nan said, "Jian Chu asked me how many eggs we have left at home."

Qin Huai asked, "What's wrong? Is he going to sell eggs?"

Mu Nan pulled away Qin Huai's hand on his stomach, turned over and lay on his back, saying, "He seems to be trying to make egg cakes to sell. Didn't we raid the cake shop at the beginning and bring back a lot of molds? He asked me if those things were still there. It's better to sell eggs directly than egg cakes. There should be more people buying eggs."

Qin Huai: "Maybe there is a market for this, and if this kind of egg processed products can really be sold, it will definitely be more profitable than selling eggs directly."

The things that were looted from the cake shop were still in Mu Nan's space. After taking inventory, he found that there were indeed quite a few molds, including cake cups, which were not disposable but could be used repeatedly. So he asked, "Then how many eggs should we tell him? We have four hens at home, and we have accumulated about twenty eggs recently. I don't know if twenty eggs are enough for him. Should we ask for more?"

Qin Huai said, "No, just say there are twenty. This is his first attempt, so he probably won't use too many. He has to test the market. Otherwise, if he makes too many and can't sell them, he will lose money. With Jian Chu's caution, he won't do such a risky thing."

After hearing this, Mu Nan started to reply to Jian Chu. Jian Chu then asked Mu Nan to bring all their eggs over when the time comes and they could discuss the details when they met.

Mu Nan rested on the bed for a while, and only got up when he was really hungry. Qin Huai took the clothes from the side and put them on him, and rubbed his messy hair: "Sit for a while before getting up, don't get up too quickly."

Mu Nan nodded in agreement. When he finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, Qin Huai's breakfast was already ready. Today's macaroni was made with tomatoes and beef brisket as the topping. The beef brisket was stewed until it was soft, and Qin Huai specially tore it into small pieces and mixed it with the soup, which was very tasty.

After eating and drinking, he strolled up and down the stairs, looked at the rabbit that seemed to be pregnant again, and the chickens that kept eating and pooping. Seeing Qin Huai started to do housework, he carried a basket of eggs from the top floor to visit Jian Chu's house.

Yu Zibai had already gone to work and had left long ago. Jian Chu was preparing things for the photo shoot. He took the eggs from Mu Nan and placed them on the table that had a beautiful curtain on it. "How many eggs do you have?"

Mu Nan: "Twenty, is that enough?"

Jian Chu said, "I don't need so many. I'll just use them as a background. But I don't have enough eggs, so I might need some of yours. Are you going to sell them to me individually, or buy some shares?"

Mu Nan didn't care about that little bit of eggs. He had plenty of eggs in his space, so he asked, "How do I buy a stake?"

Jian Chu said, "I need about ten eggs to make egg cakes. If you want to invest, each of you can provide half of the eggs. I will make them, and we will split the profits 50-50 after selling them."

Mu Nan said, "You have your own flour, and sugar. You have to spend some effort on it. Let's say 30% to 70%. I'll take 30% and you 70%. I won't take care of anything. I'll just give you an egg. If it sells well this time, I'll give you some sugar and flour next time."

Jian Chu thought about it and thought it was okay. He would not lose anything and neither would Mu Nan. This was just right. So he asked Mu Nan to hold the phone for him. "I plan to do a live broadcast. I want people to believe that there are real eggs in this egg cake. We don't do that kind of black-hearted business."

Mu Nan also nodded: "Okay, where are you going to broadcast live?"

Jian Chu had already prepared everything. He opened a special account in the food section, where he could live broadcast and post videos. He would put the time and address of his stall below. This kind of thing is not suitable for online shopping, and it is better to trade food face to face.

Mu Nan said: "You can ask Song Jia to edit the video for you. He used to do this, so he is more professional than the two of us."

Jian Chu smiled and said, "That's fine. Treat him to a small cake as a reward."

Song Jia had nothing to do at home, so after tidying up his own one-third-acre vegetable garden, he received a call from Mu Nan, so he simply brought Niuniu over.

Jian Chu and his family live on the second floor. They used to grow vegetables in the living room on the second floor. Later, when the roof was built, they put all the vegetables on the roof. Now they raise chickens in the guest bedroom. Although there is only one chicken now, there will be more soon. Later, the flood destroyed a lot of furniture. Now the living room on the second floor of Jian Chu's house is empty. There is not even a small bench, only a coffee table, so they just sit on the floor. After Song Jia came, he took over the filming work, and Mu Nan sat on the floor and played with Niu Niu.

Nowadays, there are many people visiting the food section, but the food section now is not the same as before. Instead, many people exchange experiences on it, such as how to make the most delicious food with the least raw materials. There are also all kinds of strange and weird things, even diced insect meat is a luxury. The most common topic on the forum is how to make bran delicious.

What is bran? If Tu Juan were to answer this question, she would definitely tell them that this was the main ingredient for cooking pig feed every day when her family raised pigs. It is powder made from rice husks. In the past, you could buy a pound of this stuff for one or two cents, but now, this is the most eaten thing for many people besides some coarse grains and brown rice.

Some families were lucky enough to have dug up a lot of home appliances, such as blenders, from the collapsed business district. They bought bran from the government and then used a blender to beat it repeatedly several times. The bran would become finer and could be mixed with flour to make cakes or steamed buns. Although the taste might be a little worse, it could satisfy hunger for the longest time with the least amount of flour.

But bran is really not very tasty, so many people have made various attempts to see how to turn this former feed into a staple food that can be eaten today. However, many people have made various dark dishes. Currently, the most popular one is to mix it with flour to make pancakes, which is the most acceptable.

In this food section full of dark dishes or poor ingredients, the white flour and tempting eggs, baked into the simplest egg cake before the end of the world, instantly became the most attractive thing.

Just like many people liked to watch food broadcasts in the past, those expensive foods that they could not afford, or the exquisite food preparations that they had only heard of, just watching them was very appetizing, so Jian Chu’s live broadcast videos almost skyrocketed in traffic to the highest level.

Jian Chu glanced at the comments on the screen, which contained all kinds of words like "I'm drooling and I'm so greedy, please give the child a bite" and so on. He picked up an egg from the basket next to him and gently placed it on the edge of the bowl. The light yellow egg liquid and the golden yolk were so fragrant that those watching the live broadcast seemed to have smelled the fragrance of the egg through the screen.

Jian Chuyi cracked several eggs in a row and put the eggshells in a specially prepared bowl on the side. The eggshells cannot be thrown away. They can be crushed and fed to the chickens. He said, "This is the Daodao Dessert Shop, the one that talks and talks. Today we are making egg cakes. It's seven o'clock now. They will be sold next to the water station in the small square of District 2 at twelve o'clock in the evening. The price is 70 cents each, and three for two yuan. If you live nearby, you can come and buy them. They are made of real ingredients and are not fake."

As for why it was called Daodao Dessert Shop, when they were discussing the name just now, they all felt that it was a bit shameful to use their own names to open a shop, but they couldn't just call it a dessert shop. It just so happened that Jian Chu's nickname was Daodao, and Mu Nan had heard Yu Zibai call him that more than once. Anyway, this was Jian Chu's shop, so they decided to use his nickname, so it became Daodao Dessert Shop.

There are bound to be some people in the barrage saying that it is too expensive, and that they don’t want to buy it or can’t afford it. But many people also know that this thing with eggs is sold at this price. There are many people who haven’t even seen an egg shell for many years, let alone eat it. Moreover, this is white flour and white sugar. For many people who eat bran porridge every day, it is really not expensive to buy a luxury item with 70 cents and eat food before the end of the world.

Jian Chu stopped reading the comments and started making the egg cake seriously. He used to work in a cake shop when he was in high school. It was a private cake shop where the desserts were made by the pastry chef himself every day. So even after so many years, when he saw these things, he could still remember how to make them.

Put the beaten egg into a cup, put it in the oven to bake, set the timer, and use eggs and flour to make another method, making semi-circular button-shaped omelets. When a plate of omelets were all squeezed on the baking tray with a piping bag, the egg cakes in the oven were just done. With a ding sound, not to mention the viewers on the other end of the video, even Song Jia couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He hadn't eaten such a sweet little cake for a long time.

Jian Chu took out a tray of egg cakes, which were soft and golden. Because the phone was too close, a burst of heat even fogged the camera lens, making it even more tempting to drool.

Jian Chu removed the egg cake from the mold and handed one to Mu Nan, who then handed it to Song Jia. Song Jia took a bite and it was so delicious that he cried. It had been a long time since he had eaten something like this that could be bought at any street shop before the end of the world. "Oh, it's so delicious. I feel like I'm back to the old days. I never thought that something that was once so common would one day bring me such a strong sense of happiness!"

Jian Chu smiled and said, "Is the taste suitable? Is it too sweet or not sweet enough?"

Song Jia quickly shook his head: "Just right, this taste is just right!"

Jian Chu handed another one to Mu Nan. Mu Nan didn't feel too happy. Song Jia and the others hadn't eaten this kind of thing for almost three years. He had only eaten half of the cake the day before yesterday. But he still had to praise it, so he gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious!"

The people in the comments couldn’t be seen, even Jian Chu could only see half of them, and didn’t capture their faces, but the sound of their conversation was recorded. Netizens watching the live broadcast were furious, saying, “What are you going to eat with these things that cost so much? Save them for the night!”