When Hua Xiangfan did the math and saw the string of numbers, he couldn't help but grin.
On the first day of opening, the business was visibly booming and he must have made a lot of money. He had a rough estimate in his mind, but he didn't expect the turnover to be so high.
After deducting the costs, I earn several times more than I did before setting up a stall.
In fact, Hua Ziqiang has many snack recipes in mind, but most people of this era like to eat full meals, and strange snacks cannot be regarded as meals.
As a person who was born and raised in this era, Hua Ziqiang himself actually prefers to have a proper meal as his main meal.
Weird snacks are fun to try as a snack, but they are not suitable for eating as a meal.
Hua Xiangfan couldn't stop smiling, and his mood couldn't help but brighten when he saw the money.
"Brother, it would be great if business could be this good every day!"
Hua Ziqiang was quite savvy: "Who would be willing to eat out every meal? The shop just opened and people are just trying it out. I guess there won't be so many people around after a while."
But it’s profitable enough.
In terms of ingredients, state-owned restaurants are better, but the taste of food in private and state-owned restaurants has its own merits. The most important thing is that private restaurants are more affordable, and the service attitude is very enthusiastic.
You spend the same amount of money, but private people greet you with a smile and treat you like a boss, which makes you feel comfortable.
It is still winter and the snakes are still hibernating. Snake keeper Zhu Laopi has taken good protective measures for the snakes and will not sell them for the time being.
The money he earned in the summer was enough for him to eat for a year and still have some left over.
Naturally, the small restaurant opened by Han Chun could no longer sell snake meat, so the main dish now is mutton soup.
The mutton soup is free within one month of opening, and the taste of other dishes is no less good. Countless people come here just for a mouthful of mutton soup, and then order a few side dishes, a mouthful of soup, and a mouthful of dishes to go with the rice. Even gods can't enjoy this.
Hua Ziqiang calculated: "After a while, when their skills have become more proficient, I will let them take over the cooking process and then give them a raise."
Hua Xiangfan thought a lot: "What if they use your skills to compete with you for business?"
"What are you afraid of?" Hua Ziqiang was optimistic. He felt that his ability was his greatest confidence. "They still have a lot to learn."
If someone dared to challenge him after learning only a few moves, Hua Ziqiang would not be afraid. Not to mention whether the other party could beat him with the same food, even if his apprentice was gifted and did a good job, he still had other things to do.
Hua Ziqiang is not as powerful as a god. A god can teach him how to cook almost all kinds of food, but he cannot teach others how to cook so completely.
After all, human energy is limited. At most, he can only teach others to master one kind of food. For example, if someone is learning to cook, he can only focus on cooking, and if someone is learning to make noodles, he has to keep learning about noodles.
Hua Ziqiang's small restaurant business has always been stable, with always some people coming to eat every day.
After the spring, Hua Xuguo happened to be preparing to open a clothing store in the county, and often came to Hua Ziqiang's store to eat.
Hua Xuguo smiled and praised, "Erniu, I think your restaurant can survive. The food in your restaurant tastes better than those in state-owned restaurants!"
Hua Ziqiang chuckled and said, "I also wish Uncle Xu Guo's clothing store a prosperous business!"
By the time Hua Xuguo's clothing store was ready for opening, Hua Wanchi's elementary school career would be almost over.
After a semester of hard work and the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, Xiaole successfully memorized all the Chinese texts and Chinese characters that should be memorized in elementary school and mastered all the content of the entire elementary school.
Xiaole mastered all the English words, phonetic symbols, grammar, and all the question types that Hua Wanchi taught him.
He couldn't even imagine how he had gotten through this semester.
Apart from eating and sleeping, I was studying all the time. Even when going to the toilet, I had to memorize words.
In the dark academic life, the only belief that kept him going was the white coins.
He studies for his pocket money!
Xiao Le never thought about why Hua Wanchi was never short of money. He only knew that every time Hua Wanchi took out money with a smile on her face, it was her most beautiful moment!
In fact, no one at home gave Hua Wanchi pocket money.
However, Wan Qingliu will give her 30% of the money she earns from selling things.
She can now be considered financially free.
All the children in the graduating class of Dafang Village Primary School were admitted to junior high school.
Of course, parents are very happy.
But parents feel very sorry for those elementary school students who enter school later and have no older brothers or sisters.
With Chi Bao around, there is no need to worry about the child's grades. As long as he is admitted to junior high school, the village will pay for his tuition and living expenses. The parents of primary school students are very young and basically have jobs in the village. The money they earn is enough to pay for their children's living expenses.
Hua Wanchi promptly dispelled the parents' concerns.
"Uncles and aunts, the village tutoring classes will not be closed! From now on, let Xiaole help the children with their homework!"
As members of the Hua family, all parents can feel more or less at ease knowing that Hua Wanchi, the child prodigy, is the focus of their training.
"Chi Bao, Xiao Le is definitely not as good as you. Why don't you come back on Sunday and give them some extra lessons?"
Hua Wanchi nodded: "I may not come back every Sunday, but I will definitely come back often to check on them. If they really don't know how to do something, they can ask me."
In the last semester, Hua Wanchi was busy with tutoring. She not only urged Xiaole to study, but also trained several assistants among the children.
Xiaole will graduate eventually, and she can't stay around forever. When she goes to college, she won't be at home, and someone will have to tutor the village's elementary school students.
So - she left some study materials and some questions. If you can solve all the questions, it will prove that you are capable of teaching elementary school students.
As the successor bishop, Xiao Le also received a salary, which was paid by Hua Wanchi.
Hua Wanchi smiled and instructed Xiaole: "When you are about to graduate, see if there is anyone suitable among the remaining people. Then trick him into succeeding you, and I will pay him a salary."
Xiaole felt that it was still too early, what was the word called, it was a long way off.
Actually, time passes quickly.
Days passed one after another, and in the blink of an eye, one or two years had passed.
It seems like the Chinese New Year just passed last year, and the New Year is coming soon. It also seems like the New Year is not long after, and we have to welcome the new year again - of course it is still early now.
But time flies by so fast.
When Hua Wanchi was about to take the exam, he finally remembered that he still had a task to do - picking up trash.
When she was busy, her ancestors rarely reminded her.
The only thing the ancestor insisted on was to urge Hua Wanchi to enter the space to study.
Hua Wanchi understood a lot more, and he was able to integrate many things and gain a deeper understanding.
For elementary schools, middle schools, and even universities, it is a dimensionality reduction attack.
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