An Wan cut the three plates of pretty pastries into pieces, gave two pieces to Lu Zhili and Lu Jiayan, and left a few pieces for Lu Yanshu when he came home from school in the afternoon.
"Are you sure you can go with Aunt Hong?" Lu Jiayan was worried about her going to Shuanglong County with Aunt Hong.
This era was still somewhat chaotic, especially in terms of robbery, which often targeted women.
He wasn't so worried when she went to the county town with Lu Guochang last time.
Lu Guochang was busy cutting down trees on the mountain and had no time to go to the county town.
"Brother Jiayan, don't worry, everything will be alright."
An Wan was confident in herself, as she had some martial arts skills in her previous life. After transmigrating, she was "beaten" by cats every day.
I refuse to believe I can't deal with a few thieves.
Yunping packed several kinds of pastries into the box on the motorcycle and told Niu Dahong to be careful.
She can't ride a motorcycle, otherwise she could take An Wan to the county. "Making money is a small matter, health is the most important. If you really encounter thieves or robbers, don't risk everything for money."
"Don't worry! I promise to bring Wanwan home safely." Niu Ahong knew how important Anwan was to Yunping; Yunping hadn't fallen ill for at least a month and a half.
If An Wan gets into trouble, Yun Ping will probably go crazy again.
An Wan was lifted onto the motorcycle by Yun Ping, and tightly hugged Niu A Hong's strong waist.
"Mom, Jiayan, Fifth Brother, don't worry! Aunt Hong and I will be home soon."
She smiled sweetly at them.
Then the roar of a motorcycle began, and black smoke billowed from its exhaust pipe, emitting a foul stench.
Yunping walked a little further away, watching the motorcycle ride further and further away.
I hope we can sell out of pastries soon, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be very disappointed last night.
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The motorcycle moved slowly, not very fast. When it encountered uneven roads, An Wan was shaken so badly that her internal organs seemed to shift, making her feel quite uncomfortable.
Although the road is made of cement, it has been neglected for many years and has become dilapidated. There are more than ten potholes of various sizes on a hundred-meter stretch of road.
The small ones can hold a little rainwater, while the large ones can pull a person into a pit.
After riding for an hour and a half, we finally arrived in Shuanglong County.
Anwan sat by the flower bed for a while, but she didn't vomit.
If she could come to the county every day, she would definitely be able to adapt to motorcycles and dilapidated roads.
Niu Ahong had long since adapted and was now looking for opportunities to set up a stall.
We arrived a bit late; all the good spots in the market had already been taken.
Niu Ahong was worried: "Wanwan, there are no seats left, where are we going to set up our stall?"
An Wan looked up at the sun in the blue sky and realized it was already noon. "Aunt Hong, let's go to the gates of the primary and secondary schools to sell our pastries."
"Can they be sold?" Niu Ahong was skeptical that the students would have the money to buy these pastries. The price wasn't very cheap, but it wasn't very expensive either.
An Wan smiled radiantly: "Trust me, I guarantee it will sell out in half an hour."
So the two went to a primary school in the county and happened to find the school grounds open and students about to go home.
Niu Ahong carefully took out three large trays of pastries from the box on the motorcycle.
An Wan took out clean bamboo skewers and set them aside for later use.
He shouted loudly, "Selling red bean cake, osmanthus cake, and water chestnut cake! They're sweet, fragrant, and delicious. Three cents for one piece, five cents for two pieces, and seven cents for three pieces. If you don't like it, you don't have to pay! I guarantee you won't be able to stop eating them!"
With her cute and pretty face and sweet, soft voice, she instantly attracted many students at the scene.
Niu Ahong saw An Wan shout a few words and attract more than a dozen students over.
"Hey bro, do you want some red bean cake? It's only three cents a piece, and I guarantee it's sweet and delicious, just like this one."
"I'd like to eat some, two pieces of red bean cake, please."
"Miss, do you like osmanthus cake? It's fragrant and sweet, have a piece!"
"Okay! I want osmanthus cake and water chestnut cake. They look delicious. Give me three pieces."
"Okay! Please wait a moment." An Wan flashed her signature smile, which was so sweet it warmed people's hearts.
She was holding a few toothpicks, one on each of her teeth, with a piece of pastry stuck in her hand.
After the customer paid Niu Ahong, An Wan handed the pastries to that person.
She can remember each customer's face, the flavor of pastry they want, and the quantity in the shortest amount of time.
There were no mistakes in the past half hour.
The students left quickly, and then a dozen or so middle-aged women and men who happened to be passing by came over to buy a few pieces, spending even more generously than the students.
Most people bought a dozen or so pastries, but a few were very generous and bought twenty or thirty.
The students were only willing to buy two or three pastries, and most of them would pool their money to buy three pastries together, which would only cost them 80 cents.
Adult customers like Anwan's pastries mainly because they look beautiful, making them a great choice for entertaining guests or as gifts.
Of course, after tasting it, they liked it even more.
Niu Dahong works as a cashier and changer. When business is good, he is almost too busy to keep up. Fortunately, customers are patient and willing to wait for him. They do not rush him, get angry, or leave.
In the end, she was so busy that her hands almost cramped up.
When Niu Ahong saw that only a few pieces of pastry remained in the three large plates, she was very happy, and all the hard work was worth it.
When they saw the money in the bag, they couldn't stop smiling.
Even small amounts like one or two cents, and very few one or two yuan, let alone five yuan.
But she estimated that she should have received eighty yuan.
Three hundred and sixty pastries, at an average price of two cents each, that's seventy-two yuan.
It was pretty good; it sold out in just one hour.
It only took three hours to make.
If business gets better, we'll increase the quantity of pastries.
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