Chapter 47 Counting Money
Wang Xiaofeng had passed by the tea stall several times before. Although it was closed due to the incident at the Shi family, there was no way she would have made a mistake with such a large tent erected there.
What's more, there is a sign on it.
But, what's happening now?
Why are there so many people gathered outside the tent and a long queue?
It's like they're fighting over some hot-selling product.
Hot-selling products?
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaofeng subconsciously looked at the basket in her hand, and suddenly she understood.
She took a few quick steps and squeezed into the crowd.
When he saw her, Shi Xiaoai's eyes immediately lit up and he waved at her wildly as if he had seen a savior.
He was still shouting, "It's coming, it's coming, it's already here."
At the same time, he shouted to the people gathered at the door: "Everyone, make way and let my sister in!"
At this time, the people in the queue also saw Wang Xiaofeng, especially when they saw the bamboo basket in her hand, they immediately became happy, and each of them took the initiative to make way for her.
Wang Xiaofeng squeezed to the front of the table, and Shi Xiaoai took the basket.
She gave Wang Xiaofeng a grateful smile, said quickly, "Thank you for your hard work," and then began to greet customers: "Here it is, the steamed buns are here. Don't worry, everyone, I'll hurry up and make sure everyone can have some."
Her voice was not loud and her smile was sweet, but her soft words seemed to have a soothing effect, instantly calming the originally anxious people. The team also returned to normal and began to move forward slowly and orderly.
Shi Xiaoai had a smile on her face, was talking, and her hands were moving quickly.
Wang Xiaofeng watched her use a pair of chopsticks at extremely high speed. In the blink of an eye, she picked up all four dishes, then quickly rolled up a steamed bun and handed it to the customer standing outside the table.
The whole process will definitely not take more than one minute.
As she handed over the steamed buns, a deep and sincere male voice sounded beside her: "This lady wants four, no spicy."
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Wang Xiaofeng stood by in a daze, or perhaps she was a little scared. She didn't expect Shi Xiaoai's business to be so good!
Although she has not been living at home for some time, she has heard her mother talk about Sister Ai's situation many times.
Whenever her mother went to visit her sister and nephew, the topic would inevitably turn to Sister Xiao Ai after a few words.
At first, it was about how worthless her second uncle's family was, and how pitiful she was raising two children alone; then it became about how capable, sensible, and smart she was...
Mom had mentioned the tea stall, and Wang Xiaofeng also knew how she ran it.
When Wang Xiaofeng and her sister first heard that a tea stall like this had to pay the office 20 yuan a month, they thought the office was crazy! How dare they so blatantly cheat the educated youth?
Later, when Wang Xiaofeng learned that it was Shi Xiaoai who proposed this amount, she was even more surprised. She felt that either Shi Xiaoai did not understand the situation or was too bold, and she was somewhat worried about her.
After all, how much does a cup of tea cost? How many cups of tea can you buy with twenty yuan?
But at this moment, looking at the scene where customers came in droves, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly felt that he was too ignorant.
Seeing how busy the stall was, Wang Xiaofeng felt embarrassed to leave and thought she had to stay and help for a while.
But what can she do?
After thinking for a moment, she leaned over and whispered, "Sister, how about you give me the key to your house so I can go back and make some more? I'm very good at making pancakes."
Who knew that Xiao Ai shook her head after hearing this and replied in a low voice: "No, there's nothing else to go with it. I've cooked all the vegetables at home, there's nothing left."
As she spoke, she pointed helplessly towards the dish bowl.
Wang Xiaofeng took a look and found that—
There was less than half a bowl of vegetables left, and it was barely enough to wrap all the pancakes.
Seeing this, she didn't say anything else.
He turned around, squatted down, and pulled out the large basin filled with dirty teacups from under the table, brought it over, and started washing...
The three of them worked hard and before twelve o'clock, all the steamed buns and vegetables were sold out again.
Now there was nothing on the stall except tea.
Seeing this, Cheng Yang took the bag of money from his neck and handed it to his wife, then put down his rolled-up sleeves and said, "I'll go buy some vegetables first, otherwise I'll miss it in the afternoon."
Shi Xiaoai slumped down on the nearest bench and waved at him: "Goodbye, we're closed this afternoon, let's all take a break."
"Closed?" Cheng Yang was surprised to hear they were closed. "Didn't they say they'd still be selling stone buns in the afternoon?"
Shi Xiaoai rubbed her aching wrist and sighed, "We're running out of ingredients! We have to go to Master Liu's this afternoon to confirm the ingredients. This is very important. We'll sell the same stone buns tomorrow morning."
It's not that she doesn't want to break her promise, there's really nothing she can do about it.
Even Shi Xiaoai herself didn't expect that business would be so good.
Last night, when she saw the fifty kilograms of flour and a large barrel of oil sent by the Military Support Office, she thought that it would last for a long time, so she thought it would be okay to go to see Master Liu two days later and there was no need to be so anxious.
But looking at the situation today, she suddenly realized that it was not what she thought -
If the dozens of kilograms of noodles at home were sold at today's rate, we would be in a state of emergency in just one day.
The most important thing is that the sugar and lard at home are barely enough to make thirty more stone buns, and thirty are definitely not enough to share, and they will probably be sold out in minutes.
Those who come later will be unhappy if they can’t buy it.
Instead of doing this, it would be better to solve the problem of sugar and lard first.
Hey, who would have thought that people at this time would like sweets so much?
The best-selling item today is the milk-flavored stone steamed bun.
Cheng Yang didn't understand business matters, so he naturally did whatever his wife said.
When he heard that they were not going to do business in the afternoon, he wanted to go over again: "Then I'll pack my things first."
Wang Xiaofeng also quickly stood up: "Let me help collect it."
"Don't worry, take a break, there are guests here!"
Shi Xiaoai patted the seat beside her helplessly: "Aren't you all tired?"
The two men then found a bench and sat down beside her.
There were still four or five guests in the tent drinking tea and eating tea eggs, so even though they sat down to rest, they didn't talk much and it was extremely quiet for a while.
But if you look closely, you will find that although these people are sitting, their eyes are distracted.
The two children were sleepy, Wang Xiaofeng had not yet recovered from the shock, and Cheng Yang seemed to be in a trance and unable to extricate himself!
Last night, seeing his wife busying around like a little bee, although he didn't say anything, he couldn't help feeling distressed.
He subconsciously imagined the scene of his wife with two ignorant children, guarding such a tent, and waiting for people to come to her house for a cup of tea in the cold wind and rain every day in order to earn those three or five cents.
He was almost in tears thinking about it, and felt extremely sad.
Because of this, he tossed and turned and didn't sleep much all night.
He knew that his wife was strong-willed, and it would definitely not work if he tried to stop her from doing it.
So he repeatedly considered countless options, thinking about how to have a good talk with her and tell her that he was after all a full-time regimental officer, and with a salary of more than 100 yuan a month, he was fully capable of supporting them.
I will never let them suffer.
He even thought that if his wife was determined not to rely on him for support, he would call the chief of staff and ask him to talk to Minister Shen of the Armed Forces to find a suitable job for Xiao Ai.
He thought a lot—
But what is the result?
Cheng Yang didn't dare to glance at the backpack full of money.
But he knew without even glancing at it that there was definitely a lot of money in there!
Cheng Yang didn't count carefully, but he knew that the money in the bag was probably more than his half-month allowance.
And this is just one morning’s income!
Thinking of this, the veins on Cheng Yang's forehead jumped, and he was deeply glad that he had not had time to say those words.
Otherwise, with my wife's temper, I would be the one who got slapped in the face.
Shi Xiaoai had no idea that Cheng Yang had thought so much in just a short while.
Seeing the last few customers at the stall finish their meals and leave, she stood up and said, "Let's go back too."
She looked at Mingxi, who was already fast asleep in her arms and couldn't be woken up, and asked Cheng Yang distressedly, "Why don't you send them back first? They can't sleep here."
Before Cheng Yang could speak, Wang Xiaofeng immediately joined in: "Sister, don't let brother-in-law get away. I'll take them back. I'll push them back in a cart, and you and brother-in-law can pick them up at my house after you finish packing."
"That's fine." Shi Xiaoai looked at the cart at the door and said gratefully, "Xiaofeng, I really troubled you today. If it weren't for your help, I really couldn't have done it myself."
Wang Xiaofeng smiled shyly and said, "It's okay, we're just friends."
As she spoke, she took off the red scarf around her neck and spread it out to wrap Mingxi's upper body, head and face.
Shi Xiaoai also followed suit and wrapped her son tightly with her own scarf.
The stroller made by Uncle Wang can lie flat. Although it is a bit crowded to put two children under five years old, it can barely fit them.
Wang Xiaofeng pushed the child away, and the couple stayed to do the final finishing work.
It was another hour later when Xiao Ai finished packing and returned home. After pushing the car into the yard, she felt as if her legs were filled with lead and she couldn't move a step.
Before, because of the busy business at the stall, she didn't feel the strain, but now that she relaxed, she just wanted to collapse on the bed immediately and didn't even want to move a finger.
But Cheng Yang kept nagging: "I still have to go buy some food. There is nothing left at home and we haven't eaten yet!
I also need to go see if the local product store has any large basins for sale. The current basin is too small, and I need to buy a few more cups..."
Shi Xiaoai's head hurt from his nagging.
She took a deep breath, took two steps forward, grabbed Cheng Yang's arm, and interrupted him before he could react, saying, "Let's go count the money!"
Cheng Yang was stunned and turned to look at her.
I don’t know if it was because she was cold or because she was excited about talking about money, but at this moment Shi Xiaoai’s cheeks were very red, her soft lips were also red, and her eyes were shining, as if there were stars twinkling in them.
Cheng Yang was dazed by what he saw.
"Let's go, hurry up. I really want to know how much we sold in this morning." Shi Xiaoai said as she pulled Cheng Yang's arm and shook it.
But Cheng Yang's eyes fell on her moist lips at this moment, unable to move away for a long time.
It was not until Shi Xiaoai tugged at his sleeve again and gave him a puzzled look that he calmly looked away and cleared his throat.
"Why don't you finish the work first? They haven't answered yet." He answered nonchalantly.
"Let's talk later! Let's count the money first. I'm in desperate need of motivation right now. Let's take a break."
Shi Xiaoai said this and dragged him into the house eagerly.
Cheng Yang did not resist and let her pull him back to the house with amusement.
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