"Father, Mother!"
The harvest is almost complete, and since it's a holiday today, everyone's staying home.
When the big black dog Yuanbao saw Lin Chuan, it happily came over and rubbed against his leg.
Lin Chuan looked down and said, "Your leg is better? That's great."
Yuanbao barked twice at Lin Chuan and wagged its tail, looking very happy.
Lin Chuan laughed and said, "I brought some meat with me. I'll have my mother make you some big bones to eat later, so you can celebrate the festival too."
Lin Chuan called out as he entered the house.
"Dachuan is back!" Zheng Yumei was overjoyed; she hadn't seen her son for many days.
Lin Chuan put everything into the kitchen, then stuffed the mooncakes into Zheng Yumei's hands, saying, "Mother, it's a festival today, these are mooncakes."
Zheng Yumei, carrying the things in her hands, asked, "Dachuan, is this... six jin of mooncakes?"
She had never seen so many mooncakes before.
Lin Qingyou, Lin Ping, Lin Wei, and their two sisters-in-law all came with their children.
None of the four children had ever eaten mooncakes before, and now they were all staring longingly at those few oil-paper packages.
"Yes, six jin, that's enough for you. We'll buy more if you need more." Lin Chuan said as he opened a package of mooncakes, giving one to each of the four children. "Eat up, try it and see if it's good."
Lin Ping and Lin Wei quickly stopped them, saying, "Da Chuan, this is such a precious thing, why give them so much? Half a piece each is enough, the kids can't finish it."
Lin Chuan laughed and said, "It's okay, whoever can't finish their food can just put it away and we can eat it next time."
The two sisters-in-law, Sun Qiaoling and Liang Yun, quickly called to the children, "Quickly thank your third uncle."
The children were very well-behaved and polite. "Thank you, Uncle San."
"Dad, Mom, these things are for you to celebrate the holiday. I have to go to the county town to sell things, so I won't keep them. We can talk again when we have time."
After saying that, Lin Chuan hurriedly left.
Before Lin Qingyou could even ask what he was selling, he saw Lin Chuan driving his donkey cart further and further away.
"Da Chuan sent so much stuff over, how much does it cost?" Lin Ping stared at the items.
Lin Wei exclaimed repeatedly, "Really, Da Chuan really has a big budget."
Lin Zhifeng held the mooncake in his hands, the aroma filling his nostrils, but he couldn't bear to eat it.
"Grandpa, can we eat this meat?"
Sun Qiaoling pulled Lin Zhijie over, "Zhijie..."
Lin Qingyou hardened his heart and said, "Eat."
Recently, Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui moved out, and the family is much more harmonious now. However, Lin Qingyou and Zheng Yumei are reluctant to spend more money on meat or other necessities.
"Eldest son's wife, second son's wife, you've worked hard, please tidy up. Let's stew the chicken and the ribs, let's have a good meal today and celebrate the holiday."
Sun Qiaoling and Liang Yun were both delighted to hear this.
Although their husbands treated them well and their in-laws were kind, their previous wet nurse had caused them so much trouble that they felt suffocated.
Not to mention there's nothing good there.
The good stuff either ended up in their mouths or was secretly delivered to Lin Youfu's house.
Upon hearing Lin Qingyou's instructions, the two daughters-in-law immediately agreed.
"Dad, let's get started now."
Lin Ping said, "Dad, Da Chuan sent it, so we have to wait for him to eat it. Besides, he sent so much to us, I don't know if Uncle Xu has any too."
Lin Qingyou said, "Dachuan knows what he's doing. He gave it to us hoping we'd have a good holiday. We can't eat it all today. Let's pickle the rest. In a few days, he and Chunmai should be bringing the kids back."
Lin Chuan, driving the donkey cart, was much faster than walking.
Although we took a detour to Yuquan Village, we arrived in the county just after four o'clock.
The vendors who sell fried dough sticks and steamed buns in the morning definitely won't be coming in the afternoon; they've already closed up shop.
However, as soon as Lin Chuan arrived, he found that the two people were already waiting there.
The steamed bun vendor helped Lin Chuan move his things, saying, "I thought you weren't coming."
Lin Chuan smiled and said, "I promised you I'd stay, so I definitely will."
After everything was arranged, Lin Chuan picked up a piece of meat and a pork knuckle, wrapped them up for the two people, and collected their money.
As Lin Chuan had expected, not many people ate noodles, but many bought braised meat and roast chicken.
Many factory workers heard that the meat some workers bought in the morning was delicious, so they came specifically to find it after get off work in the evening.
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it's normal for families to eat something nice during the holiday.
Braised meat is a bit more expensive than regular meat, but it tastes better.
Lin Chuan himself was very surprised today; the meat he produced in the afternoon was completely devoured by 6:30 pm.
There is indeed leftover dough, but it doesn't matter; we can take it home to ferment or make other dough.
Lin Chuan sells roast chicken for 1.2 yuan per jin (0.5 kg), and each roast chicken he sells weighs more than 3 jin (1.5 kg), with the larger ones weighing 4 jin (2 catties).
Eight roast chickens were sold in total.
Braised pork belly and pork hock are both two yuan per jin (500g), while braised pork chops are three yuan and fifty cents per jin.
Adding to the noodles Lin Chuan sold today, he calculated while packing up his things that after deducting costs, the net profit should be 175.35 yuan.
We even brought this home to eat, and there's still so much fat and pork skin left over.
Pig skin can also be used to make aspic.
Lin Chuan was very satisfied with today's earnings.
Lin Chuan was indeed very satisfied, but Jiang Mingzhong at the state-run restaurant was not.
"There are significantly fewer customers buying braised meat this year compared to last year. We prepared so much in advance, but there's still leftovers," said Song Guoxing, the manager of the state-run restaurant, frowning.
Jiang Mingzhong was also puzzled, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we shouldn't be selling so few."
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