She sighed, went to the kitchen to get some pancakes and a few bowls of porridge. After the mother and daughter finished eating, they hurried back to the room to sleep.
At night, Lin Qiaoxin couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, she suddenly heard muffled crying coming from the bed next to her.
You don't have to guess to know that it must be the third sister Lin Qiaojuan who was secretly hiding in the quilt crying, feeling a little sad.
So he gently turned over, looked at her under the quilt and said comfortingly.
"Qiaojuan, don't be sad. Summer vacation is coming soon. We'll have two months to raise money. I promise you, I'll let you continue your studies!"
"Qiaojuan, don't be sad. Summer vacation is coming soon. We'll have two months to raise money. I promise you, I'll let you continue your studies!"
"Qiaojuan, don't be sad. Summer vacation is coming soon. We'll have two months to raise money. I promise you, I'll let you continue your studies!"
"Have you forgotten what I said? I will make sure our family lives a good life!"
After a while, Lin Qiaojuan lifted the quilt and popped her little head out. Her face was covered with tears. She looked at her and sniffed, "Sister, I believe you. I believe you."
Then, she raised her hand and wiped away her tears carelessly, her big eyes filled with determination. "Sister, don't worry, I will study hard in the future and be even better than my eldest cousin. I will go to college and bring honor to our family!"
He reached out his hand to wipe the tears from her face, his tone very relieved, "Yes, you are right, we must make those who look down on us regret it!"
Even many years later, Lin Qiaojuan still remembered this night deeply.
Lin Qiaoxin secretly regretted that she should have bought some brown sugar when she came back today.
So the next day, the three of them worked hard to make a lot of brown sugar buns. This time, she planned to sell them in other villages after returning from the town, so that she could make more money.
At the same time, I also became more determined to sell steamed buns as soon as possible.
But no matter how fast a tricycle is ridden, they can be caught up in just a few steps thanks to the physical strength of young people.
Although the one thousand yuan was repaid, I still have to pay back the other five hundred yuan, as I don’t know who I borrowed it from.
And there is tuition fee, which costs money.
So the next day, he asked Huang for twenty yuan to buy brown sugar.
There is a small shop in the village. They call it a small shop here. It is equivalent to a grocery store. It sells many things, including brown sugar, which costs two yuan per pound.
Lin Qiaoxin had prepared it a long time ago. If she didn't let them taste it, they might not buy it.
I bought something worth ten yuan and took it home, and used the remaining ten yuan to buy a small loudspeaker, which I planned to put on the tricycle. After all, if you don’t shout, no one will know what business you are doing, and it will definitely not work just by shouting.
Although Huang Qiulian felt very distressed, she couldn't say anything since she had already bought it.
They started making it as soon as everything was ready. Because Lin Qiaojuan went to school in the village and Li Sanzhi went out for a walk, there were only her, Huang and Lin Qiaoyun at home, but it would be fine with three people in total.
Because it was the first time to sell them, I made a total of 25 brown sugar buns. I made a small amount at first, just in case they don’t sell well.
After she finished cooking, around two or three in the afternoon, she borrowed a pedal tricycle from her grandmother Liu in exchange for two steamed buns. Although it was very old and a little rusty, at least it was usable.
In the end, she and Huang went to sell together, and Lin Qiaoyun stayed at home to look after the house.
As soon as he got on the road, he turned on the small horn tied to the steering wheel of his car.
Huang, sitting in the back of the tricycle, was very nervous and worried about whether this thing could be sold.
Their house is right on the side of the road. There is a small path on the side of the road, and after walking past it, there is a wider gravel road.
As soon as he got on the road, he turned on the small horn tied to the steering wheel of his car.
The small speaker was quite loud, and it kept repeating the following words: "Sweet, big, brown sugar buns, fifty cents each, and big pancakes, also fifty cents each!"
Because I was afraid that selling only brown sugar steamed buns would be a bit monotonous, I made a few large pancakes to sell together.
After riding for a while, I met some old men and women sitting on the side of the road chatting.
When they heard the shout from the loudspeaker, they all ran over and asked curiously.
"Hey, Sanzhi's, what are you doing here? Brown sugar buns, 50 cents each? I've never heard of that before."
Looking at the unfamiliar aunt in front of her, Lin Qiaoxin smiled sweetly, "Auntie, these are freshly made brown sugar buns. They're so delicious. A big one is only fifty cents."
"It's the first day of business, so we can give you a free taste."
After saying that, he turned around and winked at Huang Qiulian.
Huang Qiulian quickly lifted the quilt covering the tricycle and took out a small bamboo basket from the car. Inside the basket were bite-sized pieces of brown sugar buns.
Lin Qiaoxin had prepared it a long time ago. If she didn't let them taste it, they might not buy it.
Sure enough, when everyone saw it, they thought they had gotten a good deal, so they all stepped forward to take a piece and taste it. It was really delicious.
But some people still can't bear to buy it, so they say it doesn't taste good.
Lin Qiaoxin didn't mind and still happily invited them to buy.
In the end, I sold five steamed buns and made a total of two yuan and fifty cents, which was pitifully little.
No one knows now that decades from now, even if two yuan and fifty cents is dropped on the ground, no one may pick it up.
After that, he walked along the way and sold two more steamed buns.
As soon as he got on the road, he turned on the small horn tied to the steering wheel of his car.
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