Chapter 214 Making money!
In fact, Xiao Yan was not wrong.
But Lu Qiniang couldn't help but think that Xiao Yan could already speak to the emperor through someone.
She seemed to see wings as strong as a little god growing on Xiao Yan's back, and he was about to spread his wings and fly high.
Fly, fly, I hope he flies higher and higher.
But I just feel a little reluctant.
She comforted herself that it was better this way, as she could be mentally prepared in advance.
She thought that Xiao Yan might not spend the New Year at home.
I'm really grateful for his companionship this year. He's also helped the family with many things, finding a good husband for Daya, getting expensive rose water and pearl flowers for Erya, and giving Sanya the father she longed for...
It's just a pity that she seems to be unable to give him anything.
Actually, this is a good thing.
Otherwise, it would be like the bronze mirror she gave to Sun Shun when he got married. She had done her best, but for others, it might be a distress that she had nowhere to put it.
It’s not nice to throw it away, but it looks shabby to keep it.
That's it.
If Xiao Yan leaves, don't take anything with you.
Lu Qinniang's little worry only lasted for half a night.
Because poor people need to eat and make money, they are not worthy of such high-level emotions as sadness about the passing of time.
What should I do if I feel uncomfortable?
Just bear with it.
Compared to feeling uncomfortable, she has experienced hunger, illness, and lack of money. Which one is not more difficult?
So the next day, Lu Qiniang was full of energy again and took Lei Longzi and others to buy things with great enthusiasm. Then her small firecracker workshop started working in full swing.
However, because it was just the beginning, everyone was not very familiar with the process, so the production capacity was relatively low.
Fortunately, I became proficient after a few days.
Originally, Lu Qiniang was a little worried about having a backlog of inventory, but after setting off firecrackers at the dock that day, many people came to ask about it, so there was really no backlog of inventory in the early stages.
The price of firecrackers in Beijing goes up during the New Year, with a big string costing sixty or seventy coins.
But the quality is nothing compared to what Lei Longzi made.
Lu Qiniang calculated that the cost of a string of firecrackers made by Lei Longzi, including the labor, was about thirty coins.
There's nothing you can do about it, things in Beijing are just expensive.
Lu Qiniang also thought that if business was good this year, then early next year, she could ask the boatmen on the canal to find out which places produced the raw materials needed for firecrackers, and then wholesale them directly from the place of production, which would definitely be much cheaper.
It’s too late this year.
Even if it's expensive, you have to grit your teeth and bear it.
The cost was thirty wen, and considering that it was not yet the New Year and the peak season, Lu Qiniang set the selling price at sixty wen.
She thought that as the Chinese New Year approaches, she would look at sales and raise prices appropriately.
Everything is expensive during the Chinese New Year. This is normal and understandable.
At first, only about a hundred strings could be produced a day, which could be sold for six taels of silver, leaving a net profit of three taels.
This profit is more attractive than setting up a stall. After all, after setting up a stall, you have to go through the competition from everyone, and what is left every day is probably only two or three taels of silver.
And making firecrackers is just the beginning!
Yun Ting hasn’t helped with the sales yet, and he didn’t come during the most profitable time of the year. The good days are yet to come.
Lu Qinniang makes money for herself, which is also good for Xiong Da and the others.
The meals are enough to fill you up, and the dishes are cooked with animal oil. They are generous with the oil, so you can have meat once every three days.
Although it doesn't matter if you're full, each person gets a big bowl of cabbage stewed with meat and tofu, and can still get a few pieces of meat.
Erya followed Daya to help distribute the food and felt quite touched.
"I used to think our lives were difficult, but I never imagined there were people who had only eaten tofu once since they were born."
Yes, it’s not meat, it’s tofu.
This kind of poverty still shocked Erya.
How bitter is life, and how much pain can people endure?
So some people would be so excited that tears welled up in their eyes when they ate tofu, let alone meat.
Everyone is very motivated.
But there was also a small episode in between.
One day when Lu Qiniang went there, she found Jie Ba sitting on the ground, wiping his tears with a broken bowl in his hand. People were standing around and no one knew what they were talking about.
"What's wrong?" She stepped forward and asked, "Is Jieba not full?"
"No, no, it's not..." He stuttered, his face flushed with anxiety, "I, I flesh, flesh, flesh..."
Lu Qin's mother felt so chubby that her head hurt.
"Haven't you had enough meat?" she asked. "I'll make it for you later."
"No, it's him," Big Bear pinched his nose, a little embarrassed to say, "Jie Ba is filial. He thought his mother hadn't eaten meat in all these years, and now that it's cold, maybe it can be stored well, so he saved his meat. He was afraid that someone would steal it, or that it would go bad, so he put it outside on the roof. Who knows, it might be taken away by a crow or a cat?"
The stuttering sky is falling.
Lu Qiniang felt uncomfortable after hearing this.
She understands.
When they first entered the Zhou family, no matter what delicious food they got, the daughters would bring it back and share it together with the mother and daughters in the evening.
Even if there is only a small piece of malt sugar, everyone should taste it.
Aren’t family members concerned about each other like this?
The poor are not being stingy or calculating; that is their cautious love.
"Okay, stop crying." Lu Qiniang pulled the man up and said, "It's not even winter yet, the meat won't keep well. So, you all work hard, and if we make money by the end of the year, I'll give each of you a leg of lamb to take home, okay?"
The cheers of the crowd almost blew the roof off the house.
The stutterer also smiled, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll, okay, do it well, do it, do more..."
Lu Qiniang really couldn't find any fault with the way everyone was working.
Even though some individuals do slack off occasionally, the vast majority of people work hard from morning to night without any complaints.
But every time she went back and expressed her feelings, Erya would say, "Mother, they met you, and they also met the Bodhisattva. Who works for meat? There's not even tofu! There's not even a drop of oil when you boil cabbage in plain water. It's because of your goodness that they are well."
"We can't just let the cows work without giving them grass to eat." Lu Qiniang said, "We make money, and we let them make money too. Only when both of us are happy can we be truly happy."
Time soon came to the winter month.
Lu Qiniang's stall this year has officially come to an end.
On the first day of the winter month, Lu Qiniang rarely did not set up her stall or go to the warehouse.
Today is Daya and Erya’s birthday, so we have to celebrate it well.
Especially Daya, she only had two birthdays to celebrate at her mother's house before she became a member of another family.
Lu Qin's mother didn't dare to think about these things, as she wanted to cry when she thought about them.
Jiang Xuan also took a special leave to come here.
Lu Qiniang thought to herself, whether you come now or not, I don’t care.
I just hope that you can still remember my eldest daughter’s birthday every year in the future.
After Jiang Xuan arrived, he pulled Xiao Yan aside and whispered to him.
Lu Qiniang didn't hear what the two were saying, but she could tell that Xiao Yan was not very happy.
After a while, Xiao Yan came over and said to her, "Jiang Xuan said he wanted to take Zhao Zhao out and let her choose her own birthday present. Is that okay with you?"
Lu Qi Niang nodded: "Okay, go ahead."
You'll get married sooner or later, so isn't it good for the two of you to cultivate your relationship now?
We are a small family and don’t have so many rules, so we just hope everything goes well for the two of them.
So Jiang Xuan took Daya out.
Erya's eyes were filled with envy: "I wonder what gift my brother-in-law will buy for me, and whether he will bring me one."
"Why are you so shameless? When you get married in the future, ask your husband to buy it for you." Lu Qiniang scolded with a smile.
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