Fang Yan told Zhang Zongde and the others about her idea of selling braised food in the county town, and even asked for their opinions, "Uncle, village chief, uncles and elders, what do you think of the pig's head, pig's tail and pig intestines that I braised tonight?"
"It's more than just okay! It smells so good I almost swallowed my tongue."
"It's from the third brother's shop, that's the taste! I'm telling you, it's absolutely amazing!"
"Doesn't the third brother get a monthly allowance? Why are you still going out to sell braised food?"
Some people asked, puzzled.
It's better to rely on yourself than on others; you can earn your own living and have enough to eat and wear.
This was what Fang Yan was thinking, but she couldn't say it. So she could only tell the truth: "Now the house is completely empty. Ji Zhou's allowance is only a few yuan left. My child and I are in great health and need to be taken care of. There are expenses everywhere, so I have to find a way to earn some money to help support the family."
Her words made everyone realize that this independent and strong woman had almost been ruined by the heartless Zhang Laowu family.
Fortunately, God has eyes, and they have finally escaped from the wolf's den.
The village chief was particularly excited by Fang Yan's words, "Good! As the great man said, women hold up half the sky, and the third brother's family has a very good awareness!"
Don't worry, with your skills, your braised food will definitely sell like hotcakes in the county town.
Zhang Zongde loved to eat all kinds of delicious food when he was young, but unfortunately, he didn't have the means to eat such good food back then.
Now that his conditions are a little better, and he's getting older, his appetite isn't good. He usually only eats one bowl at most, but today he ate with a hearty appetite, something he hadn't done in a long time.
He tasted every dish on the table before giving his most honest advice: "Third brother, to be honest, with your skills, you could easily open a restaurant. But we're too poor here. When you go to the county town to buy braised dishes, have you thought about how to price them?"
"I haven't decided yet. I want to use the first three days to explore the options and then set a price that everyone can afford, based on the local cost of living."
Fang Yan had already decided in her heart that she didn't need tickets; even if she set the price a little higher, people would still buy them.
Never doubt the purchasing power of Chinese people. In a few decades, a major global event will occur, and the economy and other sectors will be affected in all aspects.
Just when everyone thought that, affected by this incident, the Chinese people who hadn't been able to work and earn money properly for several years must be broke.
As a result, as soon as everything returned to normal, purchasing power skyrocketed, leaving people stunned. In just the first quarter, it boosted the economy several times over.
Therefore, Fang Yan is not worried about people's purchasing power at all; she is only worried about whether the braised food she makes will suit people's tastes.
As long as the taste suits the local dietary habits, there's no need to worry about sales.
Moreover, in an era when meat ration coupons were required to buy meat, her braised dishes didn't require coupons, which was a huge advantage.
Fang Yan had made up her mind. Although the nationwide abolition of the ticket system would not be until more than ten years later, in another two or three years, the ticket system would become more and more relaxed, and items such as meat, rice, and oil would be available without tickets.
Therefore, Fang Yan decided to prioritize making money. She could exchange a small number of tickets, but not too many.
Zhang Zongde lifted Gao Song's drooping eyelids and looked at Fang Yan for a few moments. He wondered to himself, "Didn't I hear before that the third brother's wife was timid and introverted and didn't dare to talk to anyone?"
Her performance today was quite different from what was rumored.
The old man was a very sensible person; he wouldn't pry into things he shouldn't, especially not in front of so many people.
Seeing that Fang Yan seemed to have everything planned out and was confident, Zhang Zongde offered a few pertinent suggestions and then said nothing more.
Nonsense, what more is there to say at this point?
Didn't you see that the table was full of food, and these younger generation members have almost finished it all?
If a braised platter is a great dish to accompany drinks, then pickled fish, Mapo tofu, and spicy blood curd are the ultimate accompaniments to any meal.
Moreover, in order to ensure that they could eat their fill and have a good meal, Fang Yan specially cooked a large pot of rice.
Mapo tofu with rice is a dish I wouldn't trade for meat.
Paired with the sour and spicy pickled fish and the numbing and spicy Mao Xue Wang (a Sichuan dish), these men ate until their bellies were round and full. In the end, not a single grain of rice or drop of soup was left. They ate everything clean, truly embodying the spirit of the "Clean Plate Campaign."
"Third brother's family, if you need any repairs at home in the future, just come to me." Uncle Wang ate his meal with great satisfaction, expressing his satisfaction with the work he had done that afternoon.
Hearing this, the others chimed in, "Third brother's family, remember to call me too!"
You know, these days, they only eat white rice during festivals like Chinese New Year, and they can only eat meat to their heart's content during Chinese New Year.
They were in their thirties and forties, but this was the first time they had ever eaten so well. The rice and meat were plentiful, and the food was especially delicious!
It was absolutely the best meal they had ever eaten in their lives.
Originally, they were somewhat reluctant to be called over by the village chief to help in the afternoon.
After all, coming here to help means that the work in their own fields will have to be delayed by a day.
Now, they've all changed their minds. As long as Fang Yan provides meals, they're more than happy to come and help.
"You lot..." the village chief said irritably, slapping them all on the shoulder. "Get the hell out of here and go home."
It was getting dark, and these grown men couldn't very well stay at Fang Yan's place any longer.
As everyone chatted and laughed, they left one after another. There was still a lot of braised pig's head meat in the pot. Fang Yan cut out three plates, one for Zhang Zongde, one for the village chief, and one for Aunt Wang.
"That won't do, we're having dinner here today, with two adults and one child."
Aunt Wang declined, feeling embarrassed to accept it.
She clearly stated at noon that she wouldn't be eating here tonight.
As a result, after she finished helping out that evening, Fang Yan insisted on not letting her go home, so she and her husband stayed for dinner with their grandson.
Having already eaten so much from them, how could she possibly take more from them?
"Aunt Wang, this is to thank your daughter-in-law for the bicycle. Also, I thought I might have to trouble you to take care of the baby when I go to the city to sell things. If you don't take it, how can I trouble you in the future?" Fang Yan smiled and pushed the braised meat into her hands again.
The village chief initially declined a few times, but Fang Yan easily persuaded him.
Today's division of property and house repairs would not have gone so smoothly without the village chief's tireless efforts.
Zhang Zongde initially wanted to decline, but he had a vague feeling...
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