Chapter 197: Running to this shabby place during the New Year
"Brother, this way!" Su Lao San saw his two brothers in the crowd and waved his arms and shouted.
Su Bucheng and Su Laoer slowly moved over with the crowd.
"Why are you here, brother?" asked Su Lao San.
"I drank too much in Jinfeng Village last night and woke up this morning. I took Magistrate Hu's carriage into the city to come see you."
When Su Bucheng spoke, his breath still smelled of alcohol. The Li people may not be good at other things, but they brew good rice wine, and they can get drunk easily if they are not careful.
Su Bucheng was worried about the young and old going into the city, so he came to check on each household, and Old Man Yang returned to the village to keep watch.
Hu Dalang and Su Boyan had a very pleasant conversation, and Hu Dalang invited Su Boyan to his house on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, where they had a good chat.
As soon as I entered the city, I met Su Laoer who was helping the Pei family to dismantle their stall, and a yamen runner was leading the way back home.
Su Bucheng helped and he and Su Laoer settled each family, and then came to look for their family.
The crowd was getting more and more crowded. The whole family stood there motionless, blocking the traffic, so they just followed the flow of people and walked forward.
The children were small and were often hit on the head by passers-by, so the three brothers each carried one on their backs. Mrs. Du picked up Atang and went shopping slowly.
The children were still very excited when they visited the market for the second time, and there were many more stalls.
Especially Atang, it was his first time celebrating a festival, and he was overwhelmed by the things on the streets, looking at this and that.
She is most attracted by colorful things, such as colorful windmills, big kites, dough figurines, colorful headbands, beautiful clothes and shoes.
Atang couldn't see clearly, but he only had five cents in his pocket.
After hesitating for a while, he bought a windmill that was a different color from Xiaotao's and asked Mrs. Du for five cents more.
On the way, we met several other families from the same village, and the children excitedly shared their experiences of helping to sell fried dough sticks today.
After walking around for a while, the children gradually couldn't hold on any longer. They had been traveling at night, and while walking, they all fell asleep on the adults' backs.
At the beginning of the second day, there were soy milk stalls next to the fried dough stick stalls, and the rich aroma of soy milk drifted far away in the cold wind.
"Aying, will anyone really buy it?" Niu Er's wife was nervous.
The first time, she was unsure and only soaked two kilograms. Su Ying laughed at her and forced her to soak another two kilograms.
If you can’t sell all of it in the morning, you can continue selling it in the afternoon. At worst, you can take it back and make tofu. At least it won’t be wasted.
"Don't worry, you will be too busy in a while." Su Ying comforted.
Niu Er's family moved in the table, stools, bowls and chopsticks to make it convenient for the guests to eat.
Su Ying picked up a few fried dough sticks and said, "Come on, let's try some first."
Following Su Ying's example, I broke the fried dough sticks into pieces and put them into the bowl of soy milk so that they could absorb enough soy milk.
One bite and you can taste the burnt aroma of fried dough sticks, the mellow fragrance of soy milk and the sweetness of honey. The mixed flavors are better than the flavor of fried dough sticks alone. It is indeed a perfect match.
I finished the beef in two or three bites, and for a long time I couldn't recover. I was eating something that only the rich could afford? Could I eat it every day from now on?
When adding honey to the soy milk, Niu Er felt very distressed. After tasting it, he was asked to eat white milk, but that was not allowed!
Su Ying packed a few in a food container, filled a bamboo tube with soy milk, and handed it to her father, "From Mr. Hu's family."
Su Bucheng carried the lunch box and went to Fulu Lane.
"Eight sticks, please!" Before we finished eating, the first customer from yesterday arrived.
"My dear, would you like a bowl of sweet soy milk?" This time Su Ying did not rush to pack it for him.
"Sweet soy milk? How much is it?" asked the merchant.
"It's two cents a bowl, and it tastes delicious with fried dough sticks. My dear, have a bowl and try it." Su Ying put two fried dough sticks on the small table.
Niu Er's wife poured a bowl of hot soy milk and added honey.
"I'll listen to you and see how delicious it is." The merchant sat down and took a bite of fried dough sticks and a sip of soy milk.
"Well, it's really wonderful!" The merchant nodded continuously.
"Girl, where are my fried dough sticks?" The old woman came with her little grandson.
"Grandma, here! Would you like to sit down and have a bowl of soy milk?" Su Ying promoted enthusiastically.
The little boy, about seven or eight years old, saw the merchant eating with such relish that he tugged at the old woman's skirt and shook her, "Grandma, Grandma, I want some, I want some!"
"Okay! Give me a bowl of soy milk!" The old woman couldn't resist.
"Another bowl!" The merchant was not satisfied after drinking it and asked for more.
Crunch, crunch, I quickly finished four of them, packed up the remaining four and added a cup of soy milk.
"This is the one!" All the diners who had eaten there yesterday and those who hadn't come here have come.
Niu Er's wife was so busy that she was dizzy because she was worried that she wouldn't be able to sell the goods. If Su Ying hadn't been there, she wouldn't be able to keep track of the accounts.
The tables were full and many diners had to take away.
A few more people came, looking around as they walked, and saw that the fried dough stick stall had the most people, so they walked straight over and stood in front of the stall, blocking the way for other diners.
"Gentlemen, would you like to try the soy milk and fried dough sticks? It's a new food." Su Ying took the initiative to greet them.
One of them pointed at the diners who were eating and said, "Get out of the way!"
"What?" The diners who came to eat fried dough sticks were all wealthy people, and they were immediately unhappy when they were suddenly kicked out.
"Get out of the way!" The man had a disdainful expression and an arrogant attitude.
"Who is so unreasonable?" someone muttered.
Hearing this, those people immediately looked over and everyone fell silent.
Being so arrogant and domineering, he must be from an important background.
For people who go out, observing people's words and expressions is a basic skill, harmony brings wealth is the principle, and try to avoid trouble.
"Gentlemen, please come this way, please come this way!" Su Ying hurriedly pulled people to sit at the next stall.
With a smile on her face, she was secretly cursing in her heart: "MMP, how easy is it to earn a few dollars during the Chinese New Year and still meet a dick?"
The Hu Bing stall next door was deserted. Seeing Su Ying working so hard, he was so jealous that his eyes turned red.
Su Ying pulled the person to sit in his seat and hurriedly chased him away, "Hey, this is me..."
"One family, one family!" Su Ying winked at the stall owner, "I'll tell you later, help is needed! Thank you very much!"
The stall owner hesitated for a few times, but finally didn't have the heart to disrupt the situation.
"Soy milk and fried dough sticks, my dear, try them!" Su Ying placed a basket of fried dough sticks and a few bowls of soy milk.
The auras of the few people were cold, and strangers were kept away. Everyone around them left silently.
"Damn it! We come to this shabby place during the New Year. There are only a few good fields. I don't know what the owner is thinking that he insists on harvesting them!" After drinking the hot soy milk, some people started to complain.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!" The middle-aged man in the most luxurious clothes scolded in a low voice.
The complaining person took a look, lowered his head and ate the fried dough sticks in silence.
When Su Ying heard this, a sense of strangeness flashed through her mind, but she couldn't tell what was strange about it.
There were a lot of customers coming to the stall, and Su Ying was in a hurry and had no time to think carefully.
After they finished eating, they didn't ask the price, just threw down a handful of money and left.
"Oh..." Niu Er's wife felt that it was not enough and wanted to call out.
Su Ying pulled him back, "Forget it!"
The money will be no less, and there is no need to make a fuss and interrupt the business here.
At six quarters past nine, all the soy milk and fried dough sticks were sold out.
"I can't believe it's so easy to sell!" Niu Er's wife looked at the half basket of money and felt dizzy.
This money is so easy to make. After deducting the cost of beans, I can make more than a hundred coins in an hour and a half.
"It's easy to make money during the Chinese New Year, but you won't have that much money after the Chinese New Year." Su Ying poured cold water on him.
"Ah!" Niu Er's wife looked painful, as if she had suffered a loss due to the loss of profit.
"But if you add the profit from fried dough sticks, it should be quite a lot!" Su Ying was amused by Niu Er's wife.
"That's good, that's good!" Niu Er's wife was happy again.
After packing up the things, Su Bucheng, who was delivering fried dough sticks to County Magistrate Hu, was nowhere to be found.
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