Chapter 484 No Oil Cake

"Grandma, how much money do you think these vendors can make?" A man selling fried dough twists just walked by, and Shan Ziwei remembered that in "Speedy Xia Hua", there was a story in which Toyihan made thousands of dollars by reselling.

Although she is still young, she is very excited at the moment. It seems that the new grandmother and the bride are good cooks and they can definitely make some food to sell!

She felt their sincerity and wanted to do something for them.

Mrs. Ding glanced at it and said, "She sells them for 5 cents for a cost of 1 cent. In the time we parked, she has already sold a basket of 50. How much do you think she can earn?"

Shan Ziwei counted on her fingers for a while, "Two dollars?"

"Well, this is only the time our train stopped for ten minutes. Look, you're good at calculating. They bought another twenty! There must be dozens of trains passing through the station every day, right?"

"Can she earn dozens of dollars a day?" Shan Ziwei looked at Old Lady Ding with bright eyes, "Grandma, you and mom cook delicious food, why don't we make something to sell too?"

Old Mrs. Ding said with a smile: "My child, you only see that she makes money, but have you ever thought about why there are only a few companies doing such a profitable business?"

Shan Ziwei shook her head. "Maybe others don't cook well and can't sell it?"

"No, they are just doing one-time business and don't expect repeat customers, so it doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not. At most, they don't make as much as others.

This is a train station. Not everyone can come in. You need some connections!

Besides, if I can calculate her profits, so can anyone else.

A few dozen dollars a day is very tempting, but since she dares to sell food as a woman, she is not afraid of being robbed.

This is just what I, an old country woman, have thought of. If it is implemented, there will be many more troubles that we can’t imagine.”

Shan Ziwei had a gloomy face, still unable to figure it out.

Grandma Ding explained to her in a low voice: "Child, think about it, selling something that costs one cent for five cents is a big profit, but the bad thing is that the profit is too big, it is easy to be envied and corrupted.

You are still young and have not experienced the previous organized crackdowns on speculation.

I know you mean well, but you are a child and your only responsibility is to eat, study and play.

When you grow up, you won’t be so relaxed anymore.”

"Okay," she nodded and said nothing more.

Shan Ziwei thought that she would ask the captain about this matter when the cute baby team had a meeting!

As soon as they got off the train, they saw Ding's father standing on the ox cart as soon as they walked out of the station.

Father Ding was thin and fair-skinned, but half a head taller than others. He wore a dark blue coat with frayed sleeves and collar, and a fountain pen hung in his chest pocket. He looked like an intellectual, and no wonder Old Lady Ding favored him.

"Is this our Ni'er? Hello, my name is Ding Lixiang," he bent down, smiled and looked straight at Shan Ziwei, and extended his hand to introduce himself. "Please take care of me in the next two months!"

"Hello, Dad. My name is Shan Ziwei," she replied generously and crisply without any shyness or embarrassment.

"Hey, what a pretty and sensible child. It's still a bit cold in December in Jiang Province," Father Ding took out a warm roasted sweet potato from his pocket and handed it to him: "Warm your hands while you eat."

After saying that, he stuffed one into each of Old Mrs. Ding and Mother Ding.

The sweet potato had a red core, was particularly soft and sweet, and had a layer of oil on the outside, with a tempting smell lingering in her nose. She suddenly felt hungry.

Shan Ziwei let Old Lady Ding wrap her tightly with a quilt while she nibbled on the sweet potato in small bites.

The sweet potatoes were washed and roasted by Ding's father. Eating them with the skin on, they had a more elastic texture and a pleasant burnt aroma.

Xuxi Village is not far from the city. After eating sweet potatoes, Shan Ziwei couldn't help but fell asleep in the car. When she woke up, she was already lying on the bed. The setting sun slanted in through the window pasted with newspapers, casting a dim light.

The sounds of pigs grunting as they eat, cows mooing, hens flapping their wings as they return to their nests, and firewood crackling under the stove were all very unfamiliar to Shan Ziwei.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The house was big, but the things inside were simple, two beds, one large and one small, a set of tables and chairs, a cupboard, and two boxes.

The bedding is clean and soft, without any peculiar smell.

"Awake?" Old Mrs. Ding came in with a bowl and said with a smile, "You slept for a really long time and didn't even have lunch.

Are you hungry? Go wash your face and wake up, we'll have dinner soon! "

Shan Ziwei smiled and nodded. After getting out of bed and putting on her shoes, she went to get her bag and took out a towel and lotion.

After putting down the things, Old Mrs. Ding took her hand and went to the kitchen. There was warm water on the stove.

Shan Ziwei rolled up her sleeves, carefully washed her face with warm water, and then wiped it clean with a towel. It was as if she had washed away the dust from the journey, and she felt relaxed all over.

After applying the vanishing cream, she noticed a group of people standing far away outside the kitchen door.

"Mom, we can barely afford to eat, why did you bring another child home?" the second child asked in a shrill voice. "This child is even whiter and more tender than Ni'er. Could he be fed with meat and eggs three times a day?"

Mrs. Ding and her mother told others that they were taking Ding Nier to visit relatives, but the relatives liked Ding Nier very much and insisted on staying for two months. As for Shan Ziwei, she was there to visit relatives in place of the elderly at home, so she also had to stay for two months.

"What does it have to do with you? No matter how much she eats, it's all taken from my rations," Old Lady Ding knocked the spoon vigorously, "Hurry up and cook. Can't you see the child is hungry?"

"Mom, the children haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss you?

Dagou caught two fat fish from the river today. We have a little guest at home, so why don’t we have a meal together?” The elder of the family was holding a basin with two palm-sized fish in it, and was about to come forward with a smile.

"You are such a generous mother!" Old Mrs. Ding sneered, "Don't think I don't know what you are up to! Have I ever agreed to your request every time you tried to get a free meal?

Why don't you learn your lesson? Your face gets thicker and thicker every time!"

"Mom," the eldest brother laughed, "We didn't have any plans, we just felt that we haven't eaten together for a long time. Your son especially misses the scallion pancakes you made..."

"No," Old Lady Ding said without even raising her eyelids. "If you continue to be an eyesore in front of me, you will pack up and sleep on the street tomorrow!"

Shan Ziwei stared in amazement. Wasn't there scallion pancakes being made in the pan right now?

The Ding family seemed to have gotten used to it and left with their heads hung.

Mrs. Ding then poked her head out to take a look and sneered, "You come here every meal, aren't you ashamed?"

Then she picked up a piece of fried cake from the plate and stuffed it into Shan Ziwei's mouth with a smile.

(End of this chapter)