Selling vermicelli is more than twice as easy as making vermicelli. The only problem is that Qian Yu is short of manpower. The vermicelli factory has already employed many people from Liujia Village. If the sales link still uses Liujia people, it will inevitably make people's appetites bigger. Liu Ertao and his wife don't seem to have any bad deeds now, but people's hearts are separated by their stomachs. In the first year of opening the vermicelli business, Qian Yu didn't want to use money to test anyone. Whether the other party passed the test or not, it would not be good for her vermicelli factory.

Finally, Ding Jie was called over. Qian Yu knew that Ding Jie would follow Qian Qing, but Qian Qing didn't need any help to go to the south, and the store hadn't been handed over yet. So Ding Jie helped Qian Qing for a while, but after Qian Qing gave him 300 yuan, he didn't stay home anymore and was out all day.

Qian Yu paid Ding Jie fifty yuan a month to promote vermicelli in the town, and also printed some business cards with the address of Qian Yu Vermicelli Factory on them. He hasn't made a phone call yet, because it costs thousands of yuan to make a phone call, so he can only deal with it for the time being.

Ding Jie was kicked out by his father and had no choice but to follow his elder sister to the town to set up a stall to sell vermicelli.

A small pot was placed on the beehive coal stove, and a pile of vermicelli half a person high was piled up next to it. Qian's mother prepared the seasoning for the hot and sour vermicelli and put it in packets, and also provided a small wine glass for the vinegar, so that one cup could be poured into the pot.

The weather was getting colder and colder. Ding Jie rubbed his hands and breathed out, then took out a handful of vermicelli from the bundle next to him for making samples. He added water to the small pot, put the seasoning bag in while it was bubbling, and then folded the vermicelli a few times and threw it in.

As soon as you swipe your chopsticks, the spicy and sour aroma spreads through the small streets of the town. You can see the white mist from a long distance away.

This town is the closest to Liujia Village and is called Meihua Town. The town is not big, but there are one or two village-run factories. It is also very lively during the market day.

Many people from nearby villages come here to sell vegetables, and some vendors selling small things also come here on tricycles to set up stalls. There are relatively few vendors selling food, and the main consumers are those vendors who rush here. However, most of them sell baked cakes, steamed buns, spicy soup, and tofu pudding.

As soon as the fragrance from Ding Jie's side spread, someone couldn't help it.

In the cold winter, you are eating a cold steamed bun brought from home, and then you smell a sour and spicy appetizing aroma not far away. Who can stand it?

Looking at Ding Jie again, behind him were bundles of vermicelli covered with waterproof cloth, next to him was a stove with a small pot, and there were several lunch boxes next to him.

It doesn't make sense. Are they selling vermicelli or food?

Ding Jie used to come here to sell cloth a while ago, and a few vendors here already knew him, so they came up to talk to him. Ding Jie told them to go back and get their lunch boxes and chopsticks, and his elder sister said that sweet potato flour was not expensive and could be made into a large bowl, so she told him to stop being picky and be generous when it came to sampling.

The originally brownish vermicelli turned transparent as soon as it was put into the pot. The inside of the pot was shiny red. Ding Jie scooped a spoonful of chili sauce from the bottom of the lunch box, picked up a chopstick of vermicelli, and poured a large spoonful of soup on it.

Due to environmental limitations, he did not add chopped green onions or coriander, but this big bowl of fragrant hot and sour noodles, garnished with fried peanuts, makes people drool no matter how they look at it.

The two vendors each took a small portion of the lunch box, and heard Ding Jie say that he was here to sell vermicelli. Qian Yu made vermicelli with long vermicelli tied with rattan ropes, and each bundle weighed about 30 jin, and the selling price was 45 cents, no receipt required. But if you bought it in bundles, it would be 40 cents.

The two vendors put the money together and thought they could make some money, so they each took away two bundles.

Ding Jie took a long pole scale, lifted the rattan part to weigh it for them and calculated the price, and also handed them a business card.

"If you still want the goods after you've sold them, and I'm not here, you can go along this road to Liujia Village. My sister opened a vermicelli factory at the entrance of Liujia Village, called Qianyu Vermicelli Factory. You can go there directly and buy them."

To Ding Jie's surprise, many farmers who had set up stalls also came to buy vermicelli, and each of them generously bought by the bundle. This was completely different from the hesitation when buying cloth a few days ago.

But if you think about it, you can understand that it is December now, and the vegetables in the fields are gradually gone. Every family relies on the vegetables stored in the cellar to survive the winter. Vermicelli is something that can be stored and eaten, and it was originally on everyone's stockpile list. It is rare to come across such a cheap vermicelli that does not require a ticket, so you can buy it as much as you can. At worst, you can take it back and share it with your neighbors. A bundle of vermicelli can be shared quickly.

Few people come to try the hot and sour noodle hotpot that Ding Jie is cooking. Since the noodle is so cheap, everyone has a certain tolerance for the taste.

On the other side, Qian Mu's reaction was completely different from Ding Jie's. A new stall selling hot and sour vermicelli appeared on the night market, and the news spread like wildfire.

"It's just hot and sour noodles, what's so special about it? We can just make some noodles and buy some vinegar and chili peppers. I haven't finished the chili sauce I bought from that stall a while ago, it's so delicious."

"She's the one who sells chili sauce. She's the one who opened a small shop in a small doorway. The hot and sour rice noodles she makes are absolutely amazing. You'll regret it if you don't try them once."

…

At night, Qianmu's small pot was crowded with people, each holding their own lunch box, waiting for their portion of hot and sour noodles with saliva salivating.

Qian Mu's head was covered with sweat, and Qian Qian followed her with a small bag to collect money.

A bowl of hot and sour rice noodle costs 80 cents, which is definitely not cheap, but the amount of Qianmu vermicelli is large, so everyone who comes to eat can eat a full meal, so it is not too bad.

The sour and spicy smell was so strong that it immediately overwhelmed the other food vendors on the street, especially Song Xiaohong who was not far away.

Song Xiaohong recently rented a stall with her mother-in-law on this street to sell food. A bowl of fried noodles costs one yuan. Although the taste is average, people still support it. Song Xiaohong hadn't been proud for two days when Qian's mother came over with a small stove to set up a stall to sell hot and sour noodles.

Song Xiaohong spat in anger and turned to look at the owner of the most popular salty food stall on the street, thinking of joining him in cursing Qian Mu.

But I saw the burly owner of the halal stall holding a lunch box, blending in with the crowd queuing in front of the Qianmu stove, with a look of eagerness on his face.

Song Xiaohong: …

She couldn't help but complain to her mother-in-law: "It's really weird. Her business was taken away by others, but she still went to give money to others."

Her mother-in-law was much freer because there were fewer people around today, so she continued her words: "No, I've never seen anyone so stupid."

The owner of the salty food stall was used to it. If he met an ordinary competitor, he would probably do the same as Song Xiaohong, but when it came to Qian Mu, haha...

He now has a store to look after, otherwise just selling chili sauce here would squeeze him out of business.

The gap is too big. The owner of the salty food stall has already laid down. I just came to buy a bowl of hot and sour noodles to try it and to see if Qian's mother plans to sell for only half a month or a month like before and then stop...

The transparent vermicelli is very spicy but not too chewy. It is served with the hot and sour soup. The occasional sour beans and fried peanuts are the finishing touch. There are also one or two crispy green vegetables. It feels like a charming and fiery goblin is dancing on the tip of your tongue, and the spiciness goes all the way to your stomach, making you feel warm and fluffy.

Qianmu clearly distinguished the priorities and directly asked Zhou Hao to make a big board with the prices written on it. The big words "Qianyu Vermicelli Factory" were especially clear.

There were two bundles of vermicelli behind her, ready to weigh out the noodles for anyone who wanted to buy them individually, and if they wanted a whole bundle, they could go to the canteen with her to get it.

Some people actually bought it. It was 50 cents per pound, and no receipt was required. The most important thing was that the hot and sour noodles made by Qianmu were so delicious that people were very satisfied with the quality and taste of the noodles.

The clothes sold at Qian Qing's stall became more and more popular. Not only people from the second factory, but also people from the first and third factories came to the stall.

Within a few days, Qian Qing discovered an urgent problem. When Zhou Hao got off work in the evening, he saw his wife sitting at the table with a pen in her mouth, wearing a long beige scarf.

This scene was no less than seeing a ghost. After all, after graduation, Qian Qing was no longer like Zhou Hao who read books every day. At most, she would occasionally check the newspaper to see if there were any latest policies.

"Wife, what are you doing?"

Qian Qing crossed out the words on the notebook one by one, rubbing his head frantically: "Choosing a name!"

Zhou Hao: !!!!

"What name do you think is good? I have been looking through the dictionary for a long time, but I still can't find a few suitable words."

Her worst subject when she was in school was language. She had an excellent understanding of straightforward things, but she was at a loss when it came to describing atmosphere or environment.

"What should I call you Yue? Zhou Hao, come here and show me! I'm so anxious, why are you still standing there?"

Zhou Hao...Zhou Hao’s legs felt weak and his whole body was floating around.

Qian Qing was still biting the pen: "Another word is 'Fan'? No, no, that's too weird."

Zhou Hao took a long time to find his voice, and asked tremblingly, "How about calling me Qingyue?"

If it's a boy, he'll be named Qingyue, and if it's a girl, she'll be named Qingyue.

Qian Qing, who didn't know her husband's mind was like a wild horse, thought to herself several times, Qingyue? It seems okay?

She immediately wrote the two words on the paper with satisfaction, and happily stood up to find a board for Zhou Hao to carve the words for her.

Her stall has attracted many customers recently, but problems have also emerged. There are more than one stall selling clothes on this street. If someone doesn't lead you there, it will take a long time to find her stall.

Qian Qing originally planned to wait until the storefront was completed next year before deciding on a name, but now it seems like it’s urgent.

Zhou Hao saw her stand up swiftly and felt unwell, so he quickly came over to support her.

"Wife, do you want to eat anything? I'll buy it for you now."

Now? It was dark outside, and the stalls were all gone. Where could he buy food? But in this weather, Qian Qing was hungry, and he really wanted to eat something.

"There are some leftover steamed buns at home. Wrap some eggs in them and fry them for a midnight snack."

Zhou Hao thought that although steamed bread slices were good, his wife was pregnant, and if he made it so simply, wouldn't it make him look useless? "Didn't our mother send some fried fish fillets? I'll cut a tomato and put it in the pot to cook the fish fillets."

Qian Qing thought that maybe Zhou Hao was hungry, so she just let him go.

Tomatoes were served with fried fish nuggets, Zhou Hao also put some sugar in the tomatoes, and even though Qian Qing wasn't very hungry, she ate two. After eating, she regretted it, because it's easy to gain weight in winter, and it was too sinful to eat these at night.

She slumped in the chair, holding her stomach, worried, and watched Zhou Hao clean the room neatly, then bring a basin with hot water to wash her feet.

Qian Qing saw the wooden board placed beside her and then she remembered what she had just said: "Zhou Hao, please carve some words for me tomorrow. Carve the words Qingyue. I want to put this sign on the stall so that others won't be able to find it."

Zhou Hao, who was washing her feet, suddenly raised his head, but Qian Qing was still unaware.

"Hey, Chen Xinran and Zhao Nanlu are getting married in a month. What should we give them when they get married? And your buddy Wang Li, the one who helped us send gifts the day after their wedding. His wife is pregnant now. Should we wait until their baby is one month old before giving them gifts or should we go and greet them first?"

"Zhou Hao?"

"Zhou Hao, what's wrong with you?"

"!!! Put it down for me!"

…

The severe cold made time pass very quickly, and by the time the end of the lunar month came, Qian Yu's vermicelli had still not been delivered to the oil field in large quantities.

Because Ding Jie and Qian Mu sold vermicelli sporadically, they actually sold a lot. The factory simply couldn't hold much inventory. Some vendors knew the location of the Qianyu Vermicelli Factory and rode tricycles directly, and some even got tractors, and could take away dozens of bundles in one vehicle.

As Le Yue approached, problems arose at the Qianyu Vermicelli Factory.

The inventory cannot keep up with consumption and is out of stock.