Hua Ziqiang's younger brothers and sisters have all graduated from elementary school.
Like Fang Guier, several people were admitted to junior high school.
The county town is a little far away, so Hua Xiangfan and a few others live on campus, with a living allowance of 10 yuan per week.
The average boarding student spends less than ten yuan on food per month.
But Hua Ziqiang and Wu Muxiang felt that since they had money, they could not let their children suffer.
If you want your children to eat better, if the food in school is not tasty, you can go to a state-owned restaurant to improve the food.
Every week, several people would go home and bring back a big bag of pastries made by Hua Ziqiang to school, which could last for at least two or three days.
It is not a problem to store it for a week.
With money on hand, they wouldn't starve at all.
In addition to pastries, Hua Ziqiang also often makes meat sauce, fermented fish, and pickles.
For Hua Xiangfan and Fang Guier, this is not about saving money like other people, but simply about improving the taste.
After all, Hua Ziqiang’s cooking skills are really good.
Hua Ziqiang hardly ever touched the money he had on hand. Besides, he often took on the responsibility of cooking at banquets and earned a lot of money.
It’s no problem to support my younger brothers and sisters to finish high school.
Hua Xiangfan is not much younger than Hua Ziqiang, and he has to rely on his brother for support, which makes him feel a little embarrassed.
"Brother, why don't I go pick vegetables and earn some money? I'm so old, how can I still have the nerve to ask you for support?"
Hua Ziqiang smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Once you finish your studies, I'll be the one to enjoy your blessings! Besides, there's still a lot of money left from what grandma gave me. Just think of it as her money."
After hearing this, Hua Xiangfan stopped thinking and decided to study hard.
I will become a worker in the factory in the future and repay my big brother!
In one year, Fang Zhaozhao will graduate.
The village said it would pay for the children to go to junior high school, but they still have to find their own way to pay for food.
Her parents were having a great time at home and had no time to care about Fang Zhaozhao, but fortunately she had saved some money.
She calculated that without help from her family, ten yuan a month would be the maximum she could make to eat out.
Three years of junior high school, 120 yuan a year, three years is 360, she has almost saved enough money now.
There are not many opportunities to make money during the three years of junior high school, and you will have to pay tuition fees to go to high school in the future.
It's really a headache.
I wonder if there is anyone needing work in the county during the holidays.
Fang Zhaozhao would come to the county town to sell vegetables during holidays, but she was most familiar with the village and the commune.
So she had a lot of uncertainty in her heart.
Taking advantage of the holiday, she specially went to the county town with Hua Ziqiang and his brothers and sisters to take a look.
Only then did she have time to take in the entire appearance of the county town.
It seems that people in the county town obviously have a much better life than those in the village. At least their backs are not so bent, their faces are not so rough, and they have a unique spirit.
One can tell at a glance that their living conditions must be good.
She knew that around five or six in the morning, many people would come carrying vegetables to sell, some on the roadside, and some going door to door.
She suddenly had an idea: since she had the capital, could she wholesale some other things to sell?
Even if she was caught, no one would bother with her being a child.
Even if she did care, she couldn't be in a worse situation.
Anyway, the ones implicated are only her parents who don't care about her at all.
All she had access to were vegetables, game, and Hua Ziqiang's pastries.
She suddenly remembered a kind of pastry that Hua Ziqiang had invented. It was crispy on the outside and filled with a sour and sweet jam filling. It tasted very good.
After her observation, she was sure that this special jam filling was not available anywhere else except Hua Ziqiang's house.
Because the fruits for making jam only grow in the village, and maybe in the mountains, but few people outside notice them.
And it is even more impossible to make it into pastries and sell it in the county town.
She has the capital, so she can try to sell it once. If it sells well, she can continue; if it doesn't, she can give up.
During the winter vacation, Fang Zhaozhao found Hua Ziqiang.
"Brother Erniu, how many blueberry and strawberry crisps can you make in a day?"
Hua Ziqiang scratched his head and said, "It's hard to say. I'm mainly practicing making soup now, so I don't make cakes much anymore."
When the immortal asked him to practice pastry making, he also gave him a drawing of a baking kiln, and he immediately found someone to build one.
He used that kiln to make many cakes that needed to be baked.
Now he would occasionally use the kiln to bake a few batches to satisfy his younger brothers and sisters.
Lao Hua sent all the leftover blueberries and strawberries to him, and he made a lot of jars of blueberry jam and strawberry jam.
But those sauces can’t be kept for too long, and I don’t want to eat them now.
"Brother Erniu, I want to sell cakes wholesale from you!"
Hua Ziqiang was stunned for a moment, then understood and said:
"I see. There's not much fruit in winter, and the other pastries aren't very special. I'll teach you a snack, and you can set up a stall. That shouldn't be a problem."
Fang Zhaozhao also scratched his head: "How can I have the nerve to steal your job? Besides, I don't know if I can learn it."
"It's very simple. The only thing you need to pay attention to is the filling. As long as the filling tastes good, there will be no problem."
"Sounds like dumplings."
Hua Ziqiang smiled and said, "It's even simpler than making dumplings. It does use more oil, but you can reuse the same pot of oil. You only have a short time to set up your stall, so one pot of oil is enough for the whole day."
Fang Zhaozhao said embarrassedly, "I...I can't get any oil."
"You can go to Aunt Wu to get it! She can get the oil there!"
Hua Ziqiang knew that Widow Wu was under a lot of pressure to raise so many children.
She can even get milk powder in bulk, and everyone knows that she has special channels.
So, firstly, there was no need to worry about exposing anything, and secondly, it could also increase Wu Guafu's income, so Hua Ziqiang recommended Wu Guafu without hesitation.
He has no shortage of oil at home.
Although the things given by the gods are more than enough for Hua Ziqiang's family, they are not mass-produced after all.
Seeing Wu Muxiang taking out cans of milk powder one by one, he guessed that it must be a kind of exchange on the part of Widow Wu, and they could keep changing.
As the two became more familiar with each other, they revealed their secrets to each other.
Widow Wu can indeed exchange with the gods, but she has to keep looking for good things.
Although he couldn't get a large amount, the gods would give it to him as long as he completed the task, and the amount would usually exceed what his family needed.
Come to think of it, there are both advantages and disadvantages.
Fang Zhaozhao has to estimate the cost before deciding whether to do it or not.
So she didn't rush to learn from Hua Ziqiang, but went to find Wu Muxiang first.
Wu Muxiang was also stunned when she heard the purpose of her visit.
After a moment of silence, he looked at her with a hint of admiration.
If it weren't for the blessing of the gods, she would never have achieved what she has today on her own.
However, Fang Zhaozhao saved up her tuition fees step by step through her own struggles.
Although he had Wu Muxiang's help, it was ultimately something Fang Zhaozhao had fought for on his own.
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