Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Business

On the day he reopened his stall, Miao Ying was once again scolded by an old customer. This time, he straightened his back and said, "I really didn't set up a stall elsewhere this time. I'm doing farm work at home."

This time the man didn't refute him anymore. Everyone was eagerly waiting to see what he was frying in the wok.

We prepared a lot of things today, and Miao Ying originally thought that they would go home late, but in fact, today's sales were better than before. Miao Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt that hunger marketing was still quite effective.

At this moment, Miao Ying was a little worried about Lingzhi, and didn't know if they could make it. Today, Miao Ying was worried about him, so he asked Xiaolin to accompany him. He didn't know if the two of them would encounter any difficulties.

With a nervous mood, Miao Ying closed his stall and went home, but he didn't expect that Lingzhi and the others had already returned.

"Lingzhi, how is it?" Miao Ying didn't care about anything else and left the cleaning work to Huo Xing.

"Sales are booming. We're practically non-stop," Lingzhi said happily. "People started showing up as soon as we arrived. They were a little disappointed we didn't have any fried skewers, but after trying the potato chips, they bought a lot. And they're selling really well, too."

"Oh, right." Lingzhi remembered something. "When I was about to come back, the manager of a teahouse in town came to see me."

Miao Ying raised his eyelids and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

"Ask if we can give them a serving of these potato chips every day."

Miao Ying's eyes widened: "Teahouse? Isn't a teahouse a place for drinking tea?"

"Tea requires snacks," Lingzhi said, "but snacks these days are all sweet. I don't know why he suddenly wants this."

"It's a different experience. You can listen to stories in teahouses, too? It would be nice to eat while you listen." Miao Ying said, "If he wants it, we'll give it to him. Did he tell us how much he wants?"

"You want the ones I brought today." Lingzhi thought about it. These things looked like a lot, but they were actually not too heavy. The main reason was that the moisture had been dried out, so they were light and didn't feel substantial.

"Then send it over. How much did you sell it for today?" Miao Ying asked again.

Lingzhi handed him the purse, which he used specifically to store the money from selling things so that he could keep it separate.

Miao Ying poured out the money from his purse, and the two of them counted it together. The copper coins and small change totaled more than one or two taels of silver.

"Then let's fry more today and share some with him tomorrow. That reminds me. Tomorrow I'll go ask around at the teahouses and theaters in the county town. If I can negotiate a deal, it'll be a stable source of income!"

Miao Ying and his friends bought almost a truckload of potatoes from the county town this time, so they had to start working. However, their family couldn't peel the potatoes fast enough, so Miao Ying asked Ye Feng's family to help as well.

"Business is so good!" Ye Feng's hands kept moving and he worked quickly and well.

"Not bad." Miao Ying always spoke to him honestly, without any lies. "It's also because I took the initiative."

"You're really good." Ye Feng said, "Otherwise, how come you know him but no one else does? You should make the money."

The two elders of the Qin family also nodded.

With their help, they worked until dusk before finally frying all the potato chips. While frying the potato chips, Miao Ying was already so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. Huo Xing looked at him and simply carried him back to the room: "You go to sleep, I'll do the rest."

"I……"

"Go to sleep." Huo Xing patted his shoulder, "I can do it."

Miao Ying was really sleepy, and he fell asleep before Huo Xing even opened the kitchen door.

The next day they split up into two groups. Lingzhi went to the town, and Huo Xing went to the county to sell fried skewers. He should be able to handle it alone. Miao Ying went to the teahouse and theater to discuss business.

Miao Ying asked others for directions and soon found the theater in the county town. He could hear the humming sounds from inside from a long distance away. Miao Ying stood at the door of the theater and wanted to go in, but found that he had to pay. Miao Ying gritted his teeth and paid the money to go in.

He followed the waiter to a seat and took a look at the items on each table as he passed by. There were also tea cups and snacks. The snacks all looked square. There were also some peanuts and chestnuts on the table. Not much was moved on each table.

Miao Ying found a place to sit down, but did not order any snacks. His seat was not very good and he could not see the front of the stage, but the noise was very loud and made him dizzy.

Miao Ying looked around and finally saw the theater manager. He ran over and said, "Manager? I'd like to discuss business with you."

The shopkeeper looked at him suspiciously, then seemed to recognize him: "Are you setting up a stall in the West Market?"

Miao Ying nodded: "You know?"

The manager knew what business he wanted to discuss and extended his hand to him: "Let's talk over there."

"To be honest, I'm not that interested in the other things you sell, but I can negotiate for those potato chips." The shopkeeper brought him a cup of tea. "What's your price?"

"It's not an expensive thing. I'm just thinking about a win-win situation." Miao Ying took a sip of tea. It was obviously a floral tea, but he felt something was not right after drinking it. It always felt a bit stuffy, so he pushed it aside and didn't touch it.

"How about this? Send me some tomorrow. I'll see if they sell well and then see how much I need in the future. What do you think?"

Miao Ying nodded: "Of course, I will deliver it to you tomorrow morning. The price will definitely be cheaper than my retail price, so you can rest assured."

The shopkeeper nodded and gave him a deposit.

Miao Ying left the theater and found a teahouse in the county town. The negotiations went smoothly and he got both orders.

When he returned to their stall, Huo Xing wasn't in a rush, but he was a little slow, and the people waiting were somewhat impatient.

Miao Ying hurried over and quickly helped Huo Xing get the rhythm back on track.

Finally having some free time, Miao Ying told him about the deal he had made: "The theater and the teahouse both said they want them tomorrow, so let's sell them quickly and buy some more potatoes before we go back and deal with them."

Potato chips take up space, but they are not heavy. One pound is a very large bag. Because of this, it is more difficult for them to make them.

By noon, there were still some skewers left, but they didn't plan to sell them and went home to prepare other things.

After buying the things, they were on their way home. Miao Ying looked at Huo Xing and said, "Let's build another stove and get a big iron pot. Our pot is still a little too small, and it's hard to fry things. Let's go find a blacksmith now."

Fortunately, this place was not far from Hong's blacksmith shop, and they arrived there in a short while. Miao Ying told them the purpose of their visit, and Hong the blacksmith said that he had a few large pots and wondered if they met their requirements.

Huo Xing followed and took a look. Sure enough, there were several different large pots on display. Thinking of the last time he bought something, Miao Ying asked, "Do I have to go to the county government to register this time?"

Blacksmith Hong shook his head: "This is the finished product. I have all the records here. If you want to buy it, just take it away."

Miao Ying didn't hesitate. He paid the money directly, tied the pot to the cart, and went home swayingly.

"Oh, why did you buy such a big pot?" Li Hongying saw them from a distance, and when she went to meet them, she saw the black thing in the car.

"Our pot is too small," Miao Ying said. "I've already closed two deals, both for potato chips. Our current pot is too small to fry many, so we might as well buy a bigger one to make it more convenient."

"Then we need to build a stove."

Huo Xing nodded: "I can do it. I'll go to the field and get some yellow mud."

Miao Ying glanced at the yard: "Lingzhi hasn't come back yet?"

Li Hongying nodded: "Not yet. It's a little later today than yesterday, but it should be soon."

Just as they finished talking, Lingzhi came back with Xiaolin: "You guys came back so early today."

"How are you?" Miao Ying looked at him.

"They're all good," Lingzhi said. "They're all sold out. The owner of the teahouse said he wants as many as today every day from now on."

So everyone was working hard. Huo Xing went to the field to dig yellow mud to prepare for building a stove, and the rest of the people started washing, peeling and slicing potatoes. Another busy day passed.

Miao Ying still went to bed early. He kept yawning when it got dark and even felt sleepy earlier than his grandmother.

"Xiaoying is too tired recently. Go to sleep. We can finish it."

Miao Ying nodded, and after washing up, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep. He didn't even know when Huo Xing would return to the room.

The next day he worked non-stop, delivering goods to theaters and teahouses, while Huo Xing set up the stall alone.

Later, the supply to the theater and teahouse stabilized, and the daily quantity required was almost fixed. This was the most stable daily income.

The shopkeeper asked him if he could make a lot at once so that they wouldn't have to run to the county town every day to deliver the goods.

Miao Ying shook his head: "The climate here is still humid. If things are left out overnight, they will lose their crispness and affect the taste, so we have to make them now."

The shopkeeper nodded: "That's right."

After delivering the goods, Miao Ying immediately went back to help Huo Xing, walked to Huo Xing's side, and leaned on his back.

"What's wrong?" Huo Xing stretched out his hand and pulled him to his chest. "What happened?"

Miao Ying shook his head: "I'm a little tired."

"Then take a day off tomorrow." Huo Xing patted his back, "You should take a good rest."

Miao Ying also nodded. Almost half a month had passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival. During this half month, their family had been working like a top. It was time for them to take a day off.

"I'll deliver the goods tomorrow, and you can just rest at home."

Miao Ying nodded. He knew that he should rest. In fact, he had been feeling sore in his back and waist these past few days, but because everyone was so excited, Miao Ying joined in. But he was really tired today.

When he got home, Huo Xing said that he would not set up a stall the next day. He just said that he would fry the potato chips and send them to the theater and teahouse, and there was no need to prepare anything else.

Li Hongying nodded. She thought that there was no end to making money, so she should take care of her health.

So Huo Xing first went to the county town to deliver the goods, and then bought a lot of materials they needed. Lingzhi also went to the town to deliver the goods, and when he came back he prepared things for tomorrow. It seemed that Miao Ying was the only one who was resting.

After a day's rest, Miao Ying felt even lazier and didn't even want to get out of bed. Huo Xing was a little panicked and touched his forehead, feeling a little at a loss.

Li Hongying also entered the room at this moment. Looking at Miao Ying who was half asleep, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: "Could it be that Xiao Ying is pregnant?"