It's great to make money
On the 20th, Hu Yufeng, Yang Xiu and others picked out 50 kilograms of soybeans early in the morning.
This time we used the soybeans that we had exchanged for.
They were all grown by farmers, some were cleaned up well, while others were not so good.
Fortunately, I didn’t find any bad beans. It doesn’t matter if they are dirty, it just takes some effort.
After the meal, we soaked beans again. This time there were too many beans and two buckets could not hold them all, so we used the tofu pot.
On the second day, Yang Xiumo was still in charge, with Hu Yufeng helping him.
This now highlights the shortage of items in the house.
Lao Qin's family only has three iron buckets, and one of them is leaking a little.
In the end, only iron basins and iron buckets could be used to pack the things.
Hu Yufeng couldn't help but sigh that the money had not even warmed up yet and it had to be spent.
On the 22nd, Qin Wenli set out for Shancha Township with full of hope.
Shancha Township, as the name suggests, is the junction of three places.
There are crisscrossing ravines and winding roads here. As soon as you leave Lao Qin's house, there is a long downhill slope, and then it's all uphill.
Fortunately, this road is a national highway and is all asphalt. Qin Wenli saved some energy when pushing the bike uphill.
After the embarrassing last time when he arrived late and almost had no place to put his food, Qin Wenli went out an hour earlier this time.
Sure enough, there were only a few dozen people setting up stalls at this time.
Hu Yufeng's parents' home is from Sancha Township, so Qin Wenli is relatively familiar with her.
He turned around twice and found a spot in the middle of the street, near the door of the busiest store, and parked his bike.
The shop owner Lao Zhao and Hu Yufeng are from the same village, and according to seniority, Qin Wenli calls him uncle grandpa.
After parking the car, Qin Wenli first cut about two kilograms of tofu and carried it into the store.
When Old Zhao saw him, he broke into a huge smile, quickly stood up and walked out quickly.
Qin Wenli put the tofu on the counter and said, "Uncle, my family made some tofu. I'd like to give it to you to try."
Old Zhao scolded him, "Kid, it would be better to keep it and sell it for money. I have everything here."
He grabbed another handful of candy and stuffed it into Qin Wenli's hand.
Qin Wenli pretended to put the candy back: "Then it would be better if you keep this candy and sell it for money..."
Old Zhao laughed and picked up the tofu and put it away.
The two chatted for a while, and seeing the sun rising high, Qin Wenli quickly said goodbye and left.
Sancha Township has a vast territory, with high mountains and deep valleys, and there are far fewer people going to the market than in Shangguan Town.
Qin Wenli had the experience of setting up a stall for the first time, so he took the initiative to shout out his wares.
When someone came to ask the price, Qin Wenli, like he did last time, took the initiative to cut some tofu and handed it to the person to taste.
Not to mention the good effect, at least those who have tried it have more or less bought it.
However, Qin Wenli discovered that compared to Shangguan Town, almost no one here used money, and they all brought soybeans to exchange.
During this period, Lao Zhao took advantage of the slow business time to send Qin Wenli some hot steamed buns.
Those who saw it asked Lao Zhao, and Lao Zhao smiled and explained that he was his nephew's grandson, and then helped Qin Wenli to sell some products.
The effect is quite good. Several people came to buy them from Lao Zhao’s store.
Qin Wenli sighed in his heart: He is indeed an old businessman, no wonder he can take the lead among so many stores.
By around two o'clock in the afternoon, all of Qin Wenli's tofu was sold out.
46 kilograms of tofu were exchanged for 92 kilograms of soybeans, filling a whole snakeskin bag.
Qin Wenli went to say goodbye to Lao Zhao briefly. Business was so good that the old man had no time to say much. He just smiled and waved his hand.
It was downhill all the way back. The car was moving particularly lightly, and Qin Wenli's heart was also particularly light.
Hu Yufeng was delighted to see Qin Wenli coming back early with a bag full of soybeans tied to the back of his car.
It was the first time that Qin Wenli received a smile from his mother. In the past, only Xiaoqin could get such a smile.
For the first time, he found that his mother looked pleasing when she smiled.
Hu Yufeng was happy because all the tofu was sold out, so she waved her hand and asked Yang Xiu to make some dumplings.
Now it's the whole family's turn to be happy.
Perhaps because Qin Wenli is not her biological son, Hu Yufeng does not have the preference and superstition of the old mothers in Yang County: men cannot enter the kitchen, otherwise they are likely to have bad luck.
Because Qin Shengtian was not her biological son, the old lady did not have the confidence of a traditional mother: men must not enter the kitchen, it is a woman's business.
Therefore, when the Qin family makes dumplings, usually the whole family joins in, except Qin Shengtian.
Hu Yufeng instructed Qin Wenli to take down the pig's hind leg hanging on the kitchen wall.
The pork leg was exposed to smoke and fire in the kitchen every day, and the fat dripped slowly, forming a small black pit on the ground.
Hu Yufeng used a knife to scrape off the dust from the last cut, and gestured to cut about half a pound of meat.
Then hang the remaining legs on.
Yang Xiu picked up a radish and was shredding it. Hu Yufeng washed the cut meat and gave it to Yang Xiu, who was responsible for preparing the stuffing.
Hu Yufeng? Won't!
By the time Yang Xiu had prepared the pork and radish filling, the old lady had finished rolling out the dough while sniffing.
"Hissosso" Hu Yufeng frowned when she heard it.
She seldom came to the kitchen in the past, but she didn't expect the old lady to sniff more and more frequently.
She had no choice but to ask Yang Xiu to let her roll the dough while the old lady started the fire.
Yang Xiu rolled the dough, while Qin Wenli, Hu Yufeng and Qin Yu made dumplings.
Yes, five-year-old Qin Yu can already do some kitchen work. After all, she has a mother who is famous for her needlework and cooking skills.
Her mother Yang Xiu was taught from a young age that girls should be able to sew and cook, otherwise it would be difficult to find a husband.
So she started learning from an early age, trying to make Qin Yu surpass her as soon as possible.
Several people worked together to pack quickly. When Qin Shengtian came back from herding sheep, the dumplings were ready to be put into the pot.
Qin Shengtian was rolling a cigarette when he bumped into Qin Wenli who had just come out of the kitchen. Seeing that Hu Yufeng was not there, he couldn't help but put on the style of the head of the family and asked, "How are the sales today?"
Qin Wenli replied that he had sold them all.
Qin Shengtian imitated Hu Yufeng, nodded with a straight face, and then instructed: "You must settle the accounts carefully and return every penny of the money you collect back home."
Seeing Hu Yufeng coming out, he quickly shut up.
When Hu Yufeng saw the cigarette in his hand, he started to smoke again, cursing him over and over again: "You're a chain smoker! I'll smoke you to death!"
The slight discomfort in Qin Wenli's heart caused by Qin Shengtian's recent birth dissipated with the scolding.
He thought that maybe it was because he suddenly felt good when he saw others were worse off than he was.
Lao Qin's family rarely makes dumplings unless there are festivals. In previous years, the family could only have this meal when Qin Xiaoqin returned to her parents' home.
Even this is not enough for the whole family to eat.
The two precious children, Qin Xiaoqin and her husband, Hu Yufeng, must be eaten first.
After they had eaten their fill, Hu Yufeng, Qin Wenli and the two children came.
As for whether the old lady and Yang Xiu can eat it, it depends on fate.
Qin Shengtian certainly wouldn't be hungry, as he could eat bowl after bowl of rice without changing his expression no matter how much Hu Yufeng scolded him.
Today's meal of dumplings was the most satisfying one Qin Wenli had ever had.
He no longer had to stare at Hu Yufeng's gloomy face, and secretly save a bowl of dumplings for his wife, his children, and the old lady whom he loved and hated.
His wife and children could finally hold their bowls and eat openly.
very nice.
It’s great to be able to make money.
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