Back to 90: I made a fortune by pulling goose feathers!

Chapter 9 Who are you going to sell so many geese to?
Ning Meng was riding a bicycle, feeling the two little hands holding her clothes, and she was extremely happy.

In the previous life, she owed foreign debts because of her own nonsense, and all kinds of debt collection calls came to her younger brother.

In the beginning, my younger brother would secretly help me pay it back, but later my younger brother couldn't bear it anymore.

At that time, Ning Meng had nowhere to ask for help, so she could only chase after her younger brother for help, but in the end, the relationship between the siblings became weaker and weaker.

Doing it all over again, Ning Meng vowed that she would never do such a wrong thing again, and would manage the relationship between siblings well.

After all, this is the closest person to me besides my parents in this world.

"Ningning, my sister only has [-] cents now, and I can't buy more, so I can only pick a bag of crispy noodles later, you know?"

While riding the bicycle, Ning Meng told her younger brother behind her.

Ning Ning hummed, but had nothing else to say.

After entering the village, Ning Meng saw a sign not far from the roadside, with the words "Grocery Store" written on it.

As soon as the bicycle stopped, Ning Meng wanted to carry Ning Ning down, but the little guy shook his head and said, "I don't want crispy noodles."

"What to eat then?"

Ning Meng asked.

Ning Ning's small face was full of seriousness: "I'll buy pancakes tomorrow."

Shaobing, in the heart of young Ning Ning, is already the best meal in the world.

Ning Meng's heart was sour, tears almost didn't come out, she gently rubbed the top of her younger brother's head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, my sister still has money at home, and I will buy sesame seed cakes when I get the money from home tomorrow. I will buy it today." Crispy noodles, but a bag of crispy noodles is not enough, you want to eat another small bowl of porridge when you get home, okay?"

Hearing that he was going to eat big porridge, a look of resistance immediately appeared on the little guy's face.

But Ning Meng didn't need to say anything, Ning Ning nodded quickly.

After locking the bicycle, Ning Meng took Ning Ning's hand into the grocery store.

The grocery store is not big, and there are a row of glass cabinets in the low room, which contain messy things that can be used every day, and there are all kinds of snacks for children.

A middle-aged woman was sitting at the counter. When she saw Ning Meng and her brother, she immediately greeted them with a smile, "It's Ning Meng. What did your mother ask you to buy?"

As one of the few outsiders near the village, almost everyone in the village knows the Ning family.

Ning Meng didn't remember the other party's last name, she didn't even know how to call her, so she simply skipped the greeting and said with a smile, "Bring my brother to buy crispy noodles."

"Sister, don't buy crispy noodles."

Ning Ning suddenly made a sound.

Under Ning Meng's surprised eyes, Ning Ning pointed to the mustard on the counter and said, "Buy this."

"Do you want mustard?"

Ning Meng was surprised.

Ning Ning nodded.

The woman selling the goods said with a smile: "This pickled mustard is delicious. It is better than the pickles at home. Would you like two bags?"

Ning Meng ignored the other party, but squatted down and asked Ning Ning: "Ning Ning, if you want pickled mustard, you can't buy crispy noodles."

"I want mustard."

Ning Ning answered in the affirmative.

Seeing that he persisted, Ning Meng didn't say much.

Mustard mustard costs [-] cents a bag, and [-] cents costs two bags.

Ning Meng handed over the crumpled fifty cents in her pocket, in exchange for two bags of mustard.

"Then let's go?"

Ning Meng held Ning Ning's hand, but did not rush out.

If the little guy still wants crispy noodles, then she will discuss with the other party for a change.

Anyway, they haven't gone out yet, so they're not afraid of wrangling.

Unexpectedly, Ning Ning took the pickled mustard, put it in her pocket, and pulled Ning Meng outside.

Sitting on the bicycle, Ning Meng asked while riding: "Ningling, why don't you want to eat crispy noodles?"

"I want to eat big porridge."

Ning Ning's answer was still simple.

But Ning Meng understood.

The current food at home is mainly porridge and stewed small fish, and there are also vegetables, but there are few vegetables, and they are basically sent by people who know my father in the village.

My mother would pick some wild vegetables and eat them, but the seasoning was not so rich, so the mother who was a chef couldn't make too many patterns and flavors.

Although there are pickles, they are really just pickles, the salty kind.

Not to mention Ning Ning, even Ning Meng rarely touched her.

It is precisely because there are pickles at home, so I will not spend extra money to buy pickles.

Ning Meng can foresee her mother's reaction when she sees mustard, but as long as it is what her younger brother wants to eat, she will buy it for him.

Now it is pickled mustard, and there will be more other delicious ones in the future.

When she got home, Qin Meiqin's expression darkened when she saw the mustard that her siblings had bought, and she wanted to teach her a lesson.

Ning Meng immediately said: "Mom, these two bags of pickled mustard, one bag is for my father and my little uncle, and the other bag is for the three of us to eat porridge. Anyway, there are only two bags, and there is nothing wrong with it." Anything else is better than buying snacks."

With that said, Ning Meng dragged Ning Ning into the house, and opened the two bags of mustard in twos and twos, one bag and one bowl.

"You child, can you buy two biscuits with this money?"

Qin Meiqin actually knew that her son didn't like to eat big porridge, and it would be better if it was served with mustard.

But she is used to saving money, especially now that the family raises big geese and spends money everywhere.

But I can't say more words of blame. I bought everything, opened the bag, and if I didn't eat it, it would be ruined tomorrow.

Mustard mustard is not as salty as the pickles at home. On such a hot day, it really can't be kept overnight.

"Dad, little uncle, I'll add something to you two."

Ning Meng put one of the bowls of mustard on the small table, and began to serve his younger brother a big porridge.

It could be seen that Ning Ning still resisted the big porridge, but after Ning Meng put a mustard in his bowl, the resistance was not so serious.

After dinner, Ning Meng started to wash clothes, while Qin Meiqin bathed her son.

There is a lot of water here, and the weather is hot. If you spend a day in the sun, you don't even need to burn it, you can directly use it for bathing.

After Qin Meiqin bathed her son, she went to wash clothes with her daughter.

Taking advantage of this time, Ning Meng mentioned another matter to her mother.

"Mom, who do you think we will sell so many geese to?"

"Catch the geese!"

"Mom, why can't we sell big geese directly? I think it will definitely make more money than selling raw geese after cooking."

Ning Meng tentatively proposed.

The family has tens of thousands, and the hairy ones are not counted. It can be seen that this kind of long-haired livestock is worthless if it is sold directly.

But if it is made into cooked food, the price will definitely double, or even increase several times.

Ning Meng only thought of this when she saw the dinner.

If I cook roast goose at home, the recipes I saw in my previous life, coupled with my mother's cooking skills, should be a good marketer.

Ning Meng thought well, but Qin Meiqin glared at her directly after hearing this: "Is it ready to sell? Who will make it? Who will sell it?"

"Mom, aren't you a chef?"

Ning Meng was surprised.

What my mother said, is it possible that a 13-year-old girl like her is going to cook roast goose?
(End of this chapter)