Chapter 88 Leisurely and Contented

The coffee shop officially opened. Although Tang Yuan no longer needed to look after the shop, she was not idle. For a period of time afterwards, besides making small wallets, she read various books about coffee that she had bought in Hong Kong.

For example, how to turn picked coffee cherries into coffee beans, how to determine the quality of coffee beans, and how to make coffee, etc.

Fortunately, selling coffee during this period is not like selling tea before, which requires running around all day long. She has enough time to learn about coffee. Since she has started, she will do it for the long term. After all, she knows clearly that in the years to come, the development of coffee will get better and better.

As time gradually approached the end of September, the coffee production in Yunnan Province gradually increased, and the coffee beans were continuously supplied to support the coffee shop business.

She did not rush to sell the extra coffee beans, but stored them in special containers according to the instructions in the book, so that after the coffee season next year, she can still continue to sell coffee.

Tang Yuan reached the top of the mountain and looked at the people outside through the gap in the gate.

The other party was placing a bag of coffee beans in the shed.

Probably because the villagers knew that the shed would need to be used continuously, they have repaired and modified it over the past six months. Now the shed is very sturdy, and even when it rains heavily, the things inside will not get wet.

It is already evening, and it is not safe to go up the mountain after it is completely dark, so the villagers will not go up the mountain.

She waited for a while until the other party had put down his things and it was completely dark, then she went up to him, poured out the coffee from the bag, weighed it directly, and put the money back in the original bag.

When she was about to leave, her clothes were caught by the table, but luckily she reacted in time and no big hole was made.

However, there were some scraps of clothing in the seams, probably because they were hooked off when someone came up to put something there.

She thought about the person who had just come, and went back to the house carrying the coffee beans. After a while she took out a bag and put the scraps of cloth she had taken out earlier into the bag.

These scraps of cloth are all dark in color, similar to the color of clothes that many people in the mainland wear now. The pieces of cloth are not large and are indeed not very suitable for making small purses. She originally planned to give them to her parents-in-law. After all, there are quite a lot of them and they can be evenly distributed to the villagers here.

After putting the bag down, she didn't look at it too much and went back into the house and closed the door.

The next morning, the villagers came up as usual and saw the rags and paper strips in the shed at a glance, and immediately took them down the mountain.

Such a thing naturally attracted the attention of many people, who asked curiously, "Is it for us?"

"how much?"

"No money required," the village chief waved his hand, "They said that these scraps of cloth are given to us. Whoever wants them can take two pieces each."

"Did you really give it to us?"

"That's great! The scraps of fabric are the same color as my clothes."

"It's the same everywhere. Your clothes have all turned white after washing."

"It's the same as before I washed it."

"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter if it's different. As long as there's material for patching, it's fine. Take it. Don't forget to return the bag. You can't take this big bag," the village chief said. Before putting the note away, he looked at the words on it again. "I'll teach you a few words later, so that you can recognize them in case of emergency."

You don't need a lot of material to patch something. If the material is not big enough, just make two. It is always better than having holes in the clothes.

The bag of rags was quickly divided up by the villagers, who returned home satisfied.

A few people stayed to divide the money.

The quantity of coffee beans is indeed small. This time, they are not delivered to each household one by one like the previous tea sales. Instead, they are all mixed together and brought to the village chief before delivery, who will count the quantity.

Anyway, the price of coffee beans is fixed. If you know how many kilograms you have donated, you can calculate how much money you can get.

After the accounts were settled, it was already bright outside. Many families had taken out their coffee beans to dry in the sun. Even though it was the harvest season, it did not stop them from taking the time to go out and pick coffee cherries.

While harvesting food is important, earning money by picking coffee beans is equally important. The worst that can happen is that you just have to do more work every day. Even if it’s not profitable work, you have to do it, not to mention profitable work. Almost all the busy families have smiles on their faces.

Tang Yuan got up at this time.

After opening the door and washing up, he moved a chair and sat at the door to read.

At this time of year at the end of September, the temperature in the northeast had already dropped, so she would occasionally deliberately sit at the door in the morning. Otherwise, if she kept the door closed, people would think something had happened to her.

After sitting down, she naturally distracted herself and went out of the rental house in Hong Kong, picking up a large bag of small wallets.

Zheng Man's business of selling small wallets has hardly fluctuated much now. If she is lucky, she can sell more than 160 a day, and if she is unlucky, she can sell 130 or 140 a day. It is a little lower than the peak period, but on average she can still make about 150 a day.

She is very satisfied with this job, and even said that the happiest thing every day is receiving a big bag of small wallets from Tang Yuan.

But today, I am going to break this “every day”.

"The original place was too small, and there was no place to bask in the sun during the day. My sister is not in good health, and the doctor said she needs more sun exposure. I just found a new place to live yesterday," Zheng Man happily told Tang Yuan about the house-hunting situation. "The rent is a little expensive, but the environment is much better than the previous place. There is also a balcony for sunbathing. When she is better, she can do some simple handicrafts at home. Later, I will find a market for her so that she can sit and sell some things."

It doesn't have to be a small wallet, it can be something else.

Zheng Man raised her eyes, with uncontrollable excitement in her eyes: "My sister's health has improved a lot, this is what makes me happiest now."

"That's great, you can finally breathe a sigh of relief." Tang Yuan was also happy for her.

"Yes," Zheng Man nodded. While she was happy, she was also thinking about business matters. "By the way, you can give me some more small wallets in the future. The place I live in now can store a lot of things, and the environment is safe. If you give me one more day, I won't have to hand over every day."

"Then I'll give you twice as much every day, about 300," Tang Yuan said, "As for the safety issue, I'll teach you a method..."

Tang Yuan told Zheng Man her own solution.

After being robbed before, her biggest realization was to make sure everyone can see clearly what she brought into the house. Only when those with ulterior motives know what the items are will they no longer be suspicious.

Although Zheng Man was not like her and only brought back scraps of cloth every time, she was able to "hide the truth" to a certain extent.

As for how to transport the scraps of cloth when she brought them back, that was easy. Every two days when she had to hand over the scraps of cloth, she would just put them in the bag she usually used to transport her wallet.

It doesn't have to be perfect, but people have to know that everything she brings in and out is not valuable.

Zheng Man has fighting skills, but her sister does not. If she were to encounter a thief who breaks into a house during the day and come into conflict with her sister, it would be very dangerous.

When the suggestion was made, Zheng Man nodded without hesitation to show that she would listen to her.

Tang Yuan arranged a meeting time with her in the evening. At that time, she would bring the bag full of rags over and Zheng Man would take them home.

This is today. From now on, Zheng Man has rags at home. She can even carry rags in a bag before going out every day, and stuff the bag with rags for the goods that have not been sold that day. As long as the surface is made of rags, it's fine.

There are many methods, but no matter what method it is, as long as it can achieve the goal, it will be fine.

The two talked for a while and decided on a time to meet in the evening. Zheng Man went to sell wallets while Tang Yuan headed towards the coffee shop.

There was no one in the coffee shop at that moment. Xue Shiqi was making coffee for herself. Tang Yuan walked up to her, asked for a cup for herself with a smile, then carried the bag of coffee beans into the shop and continued to package the coffee.

Even though Xue Shiqi is considered an employee in the coffee shop, her salary is low after all, so Tang Yuan still comes over to do some work when he has time, such as replenishing goods and checking the inventory of cans and bags in the store.

“Coffee is ready!”

"Right along." Tang Yuan placed the can in his hand on the corresponding position on the shelf, put away the bag full of coffee beans, walked to the production table, took the coffee out, and placed the coffee on the small table between the two shops.

The Hong Kong River in late September is not too cold, but it will be quite hot if you bask in the sun. There is a canopy at this location, and the temperature is just right for sitting.

Xue Shiqi was sitting opposite her, taking a sip of her coffee gracefully.

"It seems like you are really enjoying it." Tang Yuan also picked up the coffee and leaned back on the small chair.

"Of course, this is the life I've always dreamed of," Xue Shiqi smiled, "To be honest, my dream when I was a child was to be able to happily do what I'm interested in when I grow up. If I could have a cup of coffee at this time, it would be even better. You helped me accomplish all of this."

"Didn't you finish before I came?" Tang Yuan felt that the coffee in his hand was a bit bitter, so he lowered his head and added some milk to himself.

"No, I was very busy then. I was always worried about the store being out of stock and having no business," Xue Shiqi sighed, and soon became happy when she thought of the current situation. "But it's different now. I can be busy or idle, and I can continue to treat knitting as a pleasure. I knit when I want to, and put it down when I don't want to. I sit here and drink a cup of coffee that I made myself. Life is so comfortable."

"I envy you for saying that," Tang Yuan added the milk, took a sip and felt it was just right, then held the cup and drank the coffee, "When I make more money, I'll do the same when I'm old, living comfortably."

"I believe you can do it. My mom always says that you are a very motivated person, so you will achieve results sooner or later." Xue Shiqi said seriously.

"What about you? What does your mother say about you?" Tang Yuan asked curiously.

Xue Shiqi was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "She said that I am good this way."

"That's exactly what Aunt Xue would say. In her eyes, you are the best." Tang Yuan felt that Mother Xue was truly a role model for a mother. Even if she was sure that someone around her was better, she would never discourage her own daughter and firmly believed that her own daughter was exceptionally good.

Xue Shiqi nodded: "I think I'm fine too."

The two smiled at each other, Tang Yuan held out the coffee cup in his hand and clinked glasses with hers. In this way, the two of them sat in front of the store in the early morning, among the busy pedestrians coming and going, leisurely drinking the coffee that they had made themselves, which suited their tastes best.