Li Yutong finished the sesame cake silently with a complicated and sad mood. It tasted just like what she remembered.

There were six pancakes. Zhao Xueyan opened her mouth wide and ate three. She broke off a small piece for her daughter Li Yujie and gave the remaining three to each of the three girls.

"Your grandma is still okay. She brought back six sesame cakes. You don't have to cook lunch today."

Zhao Xueyan was smiling.

Li Yutong didn't say anything. She was the kind of person who had the nerve to say such things: "Hanhan, Jiejie, hurry up and do your homework."

Today is Saturday. I have classes in the first half of the day and no school in the second half of the day. I also don’t have school tomorrow.

Li Yuhan was doing her homework, and Zhao Xueyan was urging Li Yujie to do her homework. But for Li Yutong, who had already graduated from college, elementary school homework was nothing and could be finished in two minutes.

Li Yuhan was stunned: "Sister, have you finished writing?"

Li Yutong packed up her homework and put it into the schoolbag her mother made of small pieces of paper: "You and Jiejie should study hard and play at home. I will go to the market to take a look."

In her previous life, her grandmother and her mother had never done business in their lives, especially her grandmother, who should be raising sheep now, but there is not a single sheep in the sheepfold.

Li Yutong went to the bicycle and adjusted the front handlebars, which made the riding more flexible.

"Xiao Yu, slow down. This is the only bicycle in our house." Zhao Xueyan couldn't help but say.

"Yes, Third Aunt, I know." There was only one bicycle in the grandfather's house, and Zhao Xueyan was afraid that it would be broken and she would not be able to ride it anymore.

Li Yutong rode her bicycle all the way back to the market. Although twenty years have passed, the planning of the nearby villages has basically not changed. The road is still the same, but it was expanded in later generations and is still a bit narrow now.

The middle of Xujia Village is the only way for nearby villages to go to the county town, so this place has developed into the most suitable place for holding a market.

Four more villages ahead is their county town.

It is a bit far to ride a bicycle now, but most people in later generations have cars. For example, from their Lijia Village, it only takes eight minutes to drive to the county.

Li Yutong looked at her grandmother Chen Xiaoying and her mother Liu Lanxiang who were setting up the stall from afar. They both looked more than 20 years younger, and her grandmother's hair was even still black.

She was a little excited, but more confused.

Both of them were honest people, especially her grandmother Chen Xiaoying. She was too embarrassed to say a word in front of people and would shrink back, but she was so skilled in asking people to buy sesame cakes.

Could it be that she was dreaming?

Li Yutong pinched her leg hard and grimaced in pain. Everything in front of her was so familiar, just as she remembered.

She walked over: "Grandma, Mom."

Chen Xiaoying looked up and saw her eldest granddaughter coming: "Why aren't you doing your homework? What are you doing here?"

She thought her granddaughter was greedy: "What do you want to eat? Grandma will buy it for you."

Li Yutong shook her head: "It's Saturday, a holiday, I'll come to help."

"No need..." Chen Xiaoying spoke.

Liu Lanxiang already commanded skillfully: "Then you light the fire."

Children in rural areas become independent early. Although Li Yutong is only in her teens, she will cook meals for them when their parents are working in the fields and eat them when they come back.

Making a fire is no big deal.

Li Yutong was making a fire behind the stall, adding firewood while watching her grandmother and mother busying themselves.

"Grandma, why did you think of doing business?" Taking advantage of her free time, she wanted to test why this grandma was different from what she remembered.

Liu Lanxiang said on behalf of her mother-in-law: "Your grandmother wanted to give some to your second and third uncles to build a house."

Li Yutong was immediately horrified and looked at Chen Xiaoying as if she had seen a ghost.

Her grandmother was a very poor person in her previous life who couldn't even afford two cents, but now she actually wants to set up a stall to earn money to build a house.

Chen Xiaoying couldn't tell what was strange about the way Li Yutong looked at her, but her eyes were full of vigilance and horror. The dough she was kneading almost fell back onto the chopping board.

"you?"

Li Yutong quickly lowered her head. In broad daylight, a chill ran down her spine. Which ghost had taken over her grandmother's body?

Her mind was a little confused, but in a moment, she realized that the way her grandmother looked at her seemed to indicate that she knew something.

She couldn't help but look up again, and the eyes of the grandmother and granddaughter met for a while, but then they looked away without saying anything.

It was a busy day. As the sun set, fewer and fewer people came to the market and many people began to pack up their stalls.

The lady who was selling clay pot noodles next to her was also packing up her stall. She smiled and said hello to Chen Xiaoying: "Business is good. It's the first day."

Chen Xiaoying quickly said politely: "It's just the first day of the fun. I just want to try it for the sake of novelty. I don't know what will happen in the future."

The lady selling clay pot noodles smiled and said, "It will definitely work."

She has been doing business for several years and has seen many stalls go out of business after a short while, but judging from the way things are being bought now, they shouldn’t go out of business too quickly.

Li Hongwei helped to close the stall.

The family packed up the stall. Li Hongwei pushed the stall, while Liu Lanxiang and Li Yutong helped at the back. When they arrived at the village, it was getting dark.

Some people turned on the light bulbs in the house.

After entering the village, the villagers he met on the road greeted Li Hongwei with a smile: "You are back. How is your business?"

"That's it, let's just do it for now." Li Hongwei still said this with a smile.

Some people either really care about you or they are just there to watch the fun.

Just watching the fun is the lightest form of the problem. Some people simply have evil intentions and "hate people who are rich and laugh at people who are poor." Even when it's something that has nothing to do with them, they still laugh at others and say bad things about them behind their backs.

The stall was set up directly at Li Hongwei’s home.

They had no time to cook and were all crowded in the house to do the accounting. They were reluctant to use electricity and when they bought light bulbs, they bought low-wattage ones. The light was dim and yellow and could not illuminate the entire house at all.

Chen Xiaoying took a look and said, "I'll change it to a higher wattage one later."

"Okay." Liu Lanxiang agreed casually.

They started to settle the accounts, and finished them quickly with a big smile on their faces.

Really making money.

In total, nearly 100 kilograms of flour were used, and 500 pancakes were sold, each for 20 cents, for a total of 104.20 yuan, not counting labor, firewood, and the cost of some sesame, fennel, pepper leaves, cumin and other condiments can also be ignored. Excluding the cost of 50 yuan for flour, the profit was 50.40 yuan. (These are approximate prices, please forgive me if you are interested in textual research.)

"Wow, that's all." Li Hongwei was dumbfounded. Why should he still farm? He might as well just sell sesame cakes.

"Not less, not less." Liu Lanxiang was also very happy.

"They are so tired. My grandma and mom must be so tired that they can't even lift their arms." Li Yutong climbed on the head of the kang and stretched her neck to look here.

It is quite profitable, but you don’t necessarily have to sell this.

This kind of sesame cake tastes delicious when it is freshly baked. If left for a while and cooled down, the taste will be worse. If left for longer, it will become dry. Not to mention the elderly, even young people will find it crunchy when biting it, which is tiring.