Chapter 162: It doesn't affect my studies, so I can sell cannons
"Teacher Wang...you, do you want to eat dumplings?" Ye Xiaomei saw that Wang Liang's face was not very happy. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that the school did not have a rule that prohibited students from doing business while studying.
Seeing the dumplings in the pot floating up, she added some cold water and covered the pot again, then grinned at Wang Liang in a playful manner.
Shang Xuetang's heart sank. Ye Xiaomei was going to be scolded. He finished his meal, took out two yuan, put it on the table, picked up the sack and ran away:
"I'm leaving first."
Wang Liang's face turned pale. "Don't you think that doing business here at this time will interfere with your studies?"
"That shouldn't happen, Mr. Wang." Ye Xiaomei was stunned. It turned out to be because of this matter. But she didn't have that much time to pay attention to Wang Liang because two more male classmates came:
"Please take a seat, classmate. It will be ready soon."
Shang Zhen realized that her shouting at the school gate had little effect. Most of the boys saw Ye Xiaomei first, then stared at her, and then came to eat dumplings.
"If I eat your dumplings, can I become the top scholar?" The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he was young, his eyes never left Ye Xiaomei.
"It's just a name. If it's really possible, this dumpling would be a god." Ye Xiaomei felt a little embarrassed by being teased.
Wang Liang became invisible: "Ye Xiaomei, I will find you tomorrow."
"Okay, I will definitely go to the teacher's office tomorrow." Ye Xiaomei said as she stepped forward to greet the guest:
"Dumpling soup is free. I'll serve it to students who need it."
Soon, the small long table was full of people. Ye Xiaomei felt so hot that she wanted to take off her military coat, but when she thought of her belly, she held back.
——Oh my god, when we entered the school just now, there was no one at Ye Xiaomei’s stall. Why is business so good now?
——Didn’t you see that they were all male classmates? They must have gone there for Ye Xiaomei’s look, so coquettish.
——Is she pretty? I think she is just average. She wears a military coat all day long. What’s so pretty about her? Ha!
Ye Xiaomei didn't think it was fake. She thought that she was doing business based on her ability and had not done anything against her conscience, so why should she cause herself trouble?
"My dear classmate, please try the Zhuangyuan Dumpling."
The man was walking and reading a book. He suddenly looked up and was attracted by the girl in the bulky military coat. How could she have such fair skin? Her eyes were as charming as autumn water, so bright that it seemed as if all the stars fell into her black pupils:
"Uh, okay, tsk."
Shang Zhen on the side was stunned. She must have shouted until her voice was hoarse, okay?
"Xiao Mei, I'm hungry too. Stop shouting. Just give me the second half bowl to fill my stomach." Shang Zhen was tired of shouting. At this moment, the classmates who had finished eating had already paid and left, leaving an empty seat. If she didn't sit down and rest quickly, she would have nowhere to rest later.
"Okay, is half a bowl enough?" Ye Xiaomei asked.
"That's enough. Didn't we have a pancake for lunch?" Shang Zhen pinched his knees as he sat down.
Ye Xiaomei noticed this subtle movement when she brought her dumplings: "Your leg isn't healed yet?"
In just a moment, Ye Xiaomei seemed to see the torn fascia under her kneecap, hiss!
Ye Xiaomei burned her hand accidentally.
"This dumpling tastes good." The man with glasses praised shyly. When he raised his head, he happened to see Ye Xiaomei. He quickly looked away.
"Really? Thanks for the compliment. I'll come back next time I want to eat. I'll basically do it after class unless it rains." Ye Xiaomei felt warm in her heart. She didn't expect doing business to be so simple.
The dumplings were sold out before evening.
Ye Xiaomei and Shang Zhen were standing at the window of the dormitory on the second floor, in a daze.
"This is when the flow of people is the heaviest. You see, it is several times more than when we set up the stall in the afternoon."
"Yeah, but it was my first time setting up the stall and I didn't have an idea of the number of people. I was afraid that if I bought too much, I wouldn't be able to sell it and the fillings would go bad." Ye Xiaomei looked at the crowds of students entering the school one after another with eager eyes.
"Then we need to prepare more next week," Shang Zhen suggested.
Ye Xiaomei started to count again. Today she bought four or five pounds of meat for eight yuan and fifty cents. Excluding soy sauce, green onions and other condiments, she sold a total of thirty bowls. Not counting the investment in the coal briquette stove, pots, bowls and pans, she made forty-eight yuan today.
"Wow, not bad. We've only been selling for more than three hours. If it's a full day, wouldn't we be able to make over a hundred?"
Shang Zhen happily walked around the table where Ye Xiaomei was doing the accounts.
"You can't calculate it that way. There are always peaks and troughs. After mealtime, fewer people eat." Ye Xiaomei took notes, put away the account book, and lay on the bed with her arms and legs spread out:
"It's not a very strenuous job. My arms and legs are sore."
"By the way, Shang Zhen, lie down. I'll give you two injections." Ye Xiaomei climbed up with a grunt. Her legs had some sequelae. The kick from her father was the most serious.
I strained the fascia on the outside of my right leg. Although I can't see any effects normally, it will be very sore and uncomfortable if I walk for a long time or maintain a posture for a long time.
"Is this true? Does it hurt?" Who would have thought that Shang Zhen was afraid of needles given her usually fierce look?
"It doesn't hurt, just like an ant sting." Ye Xiaomei held the needle and moved closer to her.
"real?"
"Really? I think you're usually pretty brave, so why are you so scared of this wheat-spotted needle?"
"Who, who said I was scared?" Shang Zhen gritted his teeth and lay down on the bed.
School started on Monday, and the news of top scorer Ye Xiaomei selling dumplings spread everywhere, even reaching the ears of her teachers.
In Wang Liang's office, teachers from other classes and other subjects arrived one after another.
——Hey, Teacher Wang, I didn’t realize you are quite good at cultivating talents. Ye Xiaomei from your class has even learned how to run a business selling dumplings.
——Not bad, Teacher Wang, you are still an excellent class teacher. You pursue the all-round development of students. Not bad, not bad. Tomorrow I will go to try the dumplings made by Ye Xiaomei in your class.
Wang Liang was upset: "What's wrong with him setting up a stall to earn money? It's not like speculation was prohibited ten years ago."
As they were talking, Ye Xiaomei arrived at the classroom early and went to the office first.
——The top student is here.
Several teachers then returned to their seats. Some drank tea, some chatted about the current situations of their classmates in each class, some read newspapers, and some prepared lessons.
"Teacher Wang, what advice do you have?"
As soon as Ye Xiaomei opened her mouth, Wang Liang's face turned ugly. He simply called Ye Xiaomei out of the office and started lecturing her in the corridor:
"Tomorrow is the time to participate in the competition. It's true that you got first place in the exam again, but you went to set up a stall to sell dumplings. I can see that you didn't study hard during your weekend off. You have to know that the Olympiad is not a class exam. It's a city-wide competition for top students. It's no different from fighting a war."
"Teacher, I have actually reviewed as well. Since you helped to get electricity to the dormitory, I have been studying until midnight every day and have used up a thick stack of draft paper."
Ye Xiaomei gestured.
Wang Liang looked at her gestures, which were more advanced than several textbooks combined. "Okay, as long as it doesn't interfere with your studies, I have no objection even if you set up a stall selling cannons at the door."
"Teacher Wang, I've remembered this." Ye Xiaomei turned around and muttered - if he sold cannons, he would be arrested and put in jail.
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