Early in the morning, Hua Xiangfan, the only adult male, took the initiative to push the cart.
Several people helped push the car all the way to the county town.
They found a crowded vacant space on the street and set up a stall for several people.
Fang Zhaozhao started to light a fire and heat oil without saying a word, took out the prepared batter and fillings and started frying.
Fang Guier and a few others were responsible for selling the goods.
"Fried fruit! Delicious fried fruit! Selling fried fruit!"
Several passersby were attracted by the hawking sounds and stopped in front of the stall to look at the fruits sizzling in the oil, wondering.
This thing doesn't look unpalatable.
"How do you sell it?"
Fang Zhaozhao smiled sweetly: "Five cents each."
"Is this delicious?"
"It's delicious! Look at how golden it is when it's fried. How can it be bad?"
Upon hearing this, several people started to take out money and prepare to buy it to try.
"Come one!"
"I want one too!"
"Give me one too!"
Fang Zhaozhao's hands moved swiftly, and as he skillfully filled the batter and fried it, he smiled enthusiastically and said:
"Right away!"
The fried fruits were placed on the oil draining rack. Fang Guier and the others got busy, picking them up with chopsticks, wrapping them in fresh banana leaves and handing them to the guests.
The villagers had no habit of reading newspapers, and there happened to be a few banana trees growing by the ditch that could not produce bananas.
A few people decided to cut banana leaves to wrap the fried fruits, which could be used after washing.
Convenient, natural, free, clean and scald-proof.
The fried fruit is a small one that looks like the egg yolk pie of later generations.
People bought the food and ate it directly on the side, then squeezed back into the crowd.
"Give me ten!"
"I want five and take them home for my wife and son to try!"
“It tastes good!”
The village lacks everything except straw.
For guests who want to take the food away, Fang Guier and others wrap it in banana leaves and tie it up with straw, and then ask someone to take it home.
Some guests were amazed and praised: "Your place is great! It looks clean! And it's convenient!"
Fang Zhaozhao took the opportunity to say with a smile: "Uncle, if you like it, come often!"
"Great! Your food is delicious, I will definitely come again!"
The fried fruit business is surprisingly good, and the charcoal is also particularly durable.
Several people had used up all the materials, but there was still a little charcoal left.
After selling out, several people prepared to go home.
On the way back, everyone was very excited.
Hua Xiangfan said happily, "Today's materials are all sold out. I wonder how much they sold for?"
Generally, it is rare to have something just right. When Fang Zhaozhao prepares the materials, he prepares them in excess.
So she didn't know exactly how many fried fruits she could make.
Hearing this, she also became curious.
Fang Guier was responsible for collecting money and packing fruits. She counted them when closing the stall.
She said with a hint of excitement: "Wow, we made a full fifteen dollars!"
Hua Xiangfan was surprised: "Fifteen! Isn't that a factory worker's monthly salary?"
As he spoke, he became happy: "We sold so much in one day! All thanks to Zhaozhao and Guier! If we come here every day to sell, wouldn't each family get dozens of dollars a month?"
sky!
I just wanted to help out, but I didn’t expect to make so much money!
Several people were both surprised and delighted.
Fang Zhaozhao smiled and said, "The one I want to thank the most is Brother Erniu! He taught me how to make fried fruit!"
After thinking it over, Fang Zhaozhao suggested, "Why don't you rent a room in the county and sell fried fruit after school? I'll go to the commune to sell! That way we can both make money!"
She can only go to the county to sell it during holidays, but it would be a waste if she doesn't make money.
It just so happened that Hua Xiangfan and a few others were studying in junior high school in the county, so they could take the opportunity to make some money.
Especially for Hua Erniu, who has to bear the living expenses of four people, the pressure must be quite great.
Widow Wu also has to raise those children, which is a heavy burden.
If a few children can earn some money on their own, it can relieve a lot of pressure on the family.
Even Fang Zhaozhao herself was thinking about renting a place in the commune to set up a stall and sell fried fruits after school and on weekends.
Although it may not sell as well as in the county town, it is also a source of income.
Fang Zhaozhao herself was still underage, a skinny and lonely girl with yellow hair. If she went to rent a house, probably no one would pay attention to her.
So she had to seek help from someone.
But this is not difficult to do, because Hua Xiangfan is already an adult, and because he eats well, he is very tall and strong.
He looked like someone who was not easy to mess with. Those people would consider Hua Xiangfan's situation because he was a young and strong man, and would not dare to play tricks on him easily with the price.
Hua Xiangfan thought Fang Zhaozhao’s idea was very good.
Hua Zhengliu: "Yes! There are many of us, so we can take turns. This way everyone can still have time to study!"
Hua Guanfang: "That's a good idea!"
Fang Guier smiled and said, "Then I'll just provide flour, oil, salt, and radish!"
Her family has everything, especially basic supplies.
The crops in Hua Wanchi's space are harvested in batches, so the prices in the mall have been falling. Now, these things are very cheap.
For Wu Muxiang, these things are almost free. If he can make some money with them, it would be a business with no capital investment.
So after hearing Fang Guier's plan, she didn't even hesitate: "However much you want, Mom will give it to you, no money required! All the profits are yours!"
Fang Guier has always known that there is a god helping her family.
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