We waited until we got to the town. After all, there were many people in the town, and the people living there were relatively well-off. Besides, if we used the free tasting trick, more people would buy.
In the end, the remaining dozen or so steamed buns and a few pancakes were sold, and a total profit of 16 yuan was made.
Huang Qiulian was very excited. She never expected that all of them were sold. It was unbelievable. That was 16 yuan. She used to work so hard and only earned 250 yuan a month.
If I continue like this, I can earn more than 400 yuan a month. It’s unimaginable.
"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!"
Seeing her completely stunned, Lin Qiaoxin found it a little funny, but it was understandable.
But she didn't feel very happy. After all, this was only temporary. It wasn't difficult to make, and many people would learn it in no time.
Then we won’t make much money. “Mom, don’t forget to deduct the cost. Brown sugar and flour are not cheap.”
"I think our net profit is about 10 yuan."
But even so, Huang Qiulian couldn't help but get excited. She raised her hand and patted her arm, saying happily, "Oh, ten yuan a day means three hundred yuan a month. How great! Let's do more tomorrow!"
Seeing how happy she was, Lin Qiaoxin didn't have the heart to analyze the future with her.
Even many years later, Lin Qiaojuan still remembered this night deeply.
I thought to myself, she will find other ways to make money in the future anyway, so let her be happy first.
After returning home in the evening, I told them how much money I earned that day. They were all very happy, even Lin Sanzhi was surprised.
But he was also happy that his family could make money. In the future, he would have more money to spend on fun. His eyes were full of joy.
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.
Even many years later, Lin Qiaojuan still remembered this night deeply.
At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them went to sell steamed buns again like they did yesterday. This time, all those who had bought yesterday and those who had not bought yesterday were waiting there, ready to be bought.
Ten steamed buns were sold at once, and when I got to the town, I sold more than ten. There were still some left, which was just enough to sell in other villages and open up the market.
But even so, Huang Qiulian couldn't help but get excited. She raised her hand and patted her arm, saying happily, "Oh, ten yuan a day means three hundred yuan a month. How great! Let's do more tomorrow!"
So under Huang's guidance, the two of them arrived at Zhouzhuang, not far from Beiqiao Village.
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.
But I looked a lot and bought little, and in the end there were only a few steamed buns left in the car.
The two were a little disappointed, but they didn't plan to go shopping anymore. They could take the remaining few home to eat.
But just as Lin Qiaoxin turned the steering wheel and was about to leave, she was stopped by a few people who suddenly appeared in front of her.
There were three people in total. The two standing on the side looked to be in their teens, and the one in the middle was probably in his twenties.
She had dyed her hair yellow, a "Shamatte" hairstyle, and wore a flowered shirt and pants. She also had a big gold chain around her neck, but she could tell at a glance that it was fake, and she also had a ruffian look on her face, which was really eye-catching.
Lin Qiaoxin thought to herself that this was not good. It was obvious that these three people were not good people, so she planned to rush over on her bike.
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.
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.
A teasing voice came from my ear, "Hey, don't leave, I'm here to buy something, what? Why don't you sell it to me?"
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