Yinreng gave a reminder, then walked out of the crowd with the buns in his hand, smiling.
The people eagerly chatted with him.
"You are right, sir!"
"Wait until we get the buns before we eat anything else!"
When he came to Yinzhen, Yinreng handed him two buns.
"Try it."
Then he started to chew it, and said as he chewed,
"Meat buns are three cents each, and vegetarian buns are one cent each. This street is very busy, so even if we sell a thousand buns a day, the bun shop's income will only be a little over two taels of silver."
A meat bun is only three cents?
Yinzhen pondered for a moment, but before he could react, he heard his second brother say,
"After deducting the costs of flour, pork, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, firewood, etc., the net profit per day is about 700 to 800 wen, and this does not include the cost of labor."
Yinreng said this and took another bite of the bun.
"Look at how many people are busy in this shop?"
He looked behind the steamer and saw three women working quickly but with smiles on their faces, as well as the boss who was packing buns skillfully, and took a bite of the meat bun in silence.
The taste was not very good, but Yinzhen did not dislike it. Instead, he ate the two buns in a few bites. He had experienced hunger and knew how precious food was to ordinary people.
"Besides these visible costs, we also have to bribe officials..."
Yinreng sighed.
"But even so, their lives are much better than most people living in this outer city."
"In this world, some people have exhausted all their energy just by living!"
Yinzhen looked at the bustling streets and felt a little heavy in his heart.
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