She was replaced by a husband, married the future tyrant and farmed to fight back

Chapter 25 Qin Yiran insisted on going to the market

Qin Xiuzhu looked at Liu Zhuer who was happily eating the cake, and felt a little shaken.

"Okay, I'll go back and make some and sell them at the market tomorrow morning," said Qin Xiuzhu.

"I'm going to the market to buy needles and thread tomorrow. Let's go to the market together." Liu Yingyue said.

Buying needles and thread was one thing, and on the other hand, she was worried about Qin Xiuzhu and wanted to go with her to check on her.

Qin Xiuzhu is a careless person.

She was worried that Qin Xiuzhu would suffer.

To do business, one must not only be good at speaking, but also be careful, good at calculating, and good at observing customer expressions in order to sell more products.

This is the first time doing business, and Qin Xiuzhu has to taste the sweetness so that she will be more motivated to continue.

Qin Xiuzhu saw the donkey in Liu Yingyue's yard, rolled her eyes and said, "I wanted to walk there, but if you want to go too, you have to let me ride in the donkey cart."

Liu Yingyue felt amused. Look, if someone wanted to take advantage of someone, he wouldn't even say it politely.

If it were someone else, they would probably get angry.

"Okay, I'll ask you out tomorrow morning." Liu Yingyue said.
-
Qin Xiuzhu returned home carrying an empty basket.

Putting down the basket, she immediately rolled up her sleeves and hurried into the kitchen.

I looked for a large clay pot, flour and old dough for fermentation.

Qin Yiran was sitting in a corner of the yard, chopping wood.

When she came back, she immediately went into the kitchen and started tinkering. I couldn't help but ask, "Xiuzhu, what are you doing there?"

"Make dough and make pancakes."

Madam Qin was sitting at the door of the main house making shoes. She also asked, "Did you give the cakes to your sister-in-law, Xiuzhu?"

"Mom, I haven't even gotten married yet, so how come I'm your sister-in-law?" Qin Xiuzhu poked her head out, glanced outside the kitchen, and then went back to work.

"That's still my sister-in-law, kid! When you see Yingyue, you have to call her sister-in-law. Stop being disrespectful to me." Madam Qin snorted coldly with a gloomy face.

Qin Xiuzhu in the kitchen curled her lips and didn't answer.

She had to make the cakes quickly and sell them at the market at four o'clock tomorrow morning.

Qin Yiran glanced towards the kitchen, put down the axe, flicked the sawdust off his clothes, and walked into the kitchen on crutches.

He saw Qin Xiuzhu pouring flour into a larger clay basin.

That big bowl of flour probably weighed more than five kilograms.

"Xiuzhu, why did you put so much flour? What are you going to do?"

"Liu Yingyue asked me to make more cakes." Qin Xiuzhu said.

"Liu Yingyue?" Qin Yiran raised his eyebrows, "Why did she ask you to make cakes?"

"She said she would take me to the market to sell cakes tomorrow. She also said that if I couldn't sell them, it would be hers. Well, I'll make more and ask her to buy them all. Anyway, her family is rich and doesn't care about the hundred or so coins. Five catties of flour can make more than eighty cakes, and she can earn more than a hundred coins, which is dozens more than what I make as a helper in the Huang family."

Qin Xiuzhu thought about the large sum of money that was about to come, so she kneaded the dough with a lot more force.

Qin Yiran's eyes narrowed. Making cakes and selling them?
When did Liu Yingyue learn how to do business?
Thinking of Liu Yingyue's unusual behavior when he went to the market with her last time, Qin Yiran fell into deep thought again.

Qin Xiuzhu started working in the afternoon and continued until almost midnight, making a total of eighty-eight pancakes.

The numbers are auspicious.

Each pancake was slightly larger than the palm of her hand, and was sprinkled with a little black or white sesame seeds on both sides.

Some are filled with red bean paste and covered with black sesame seeds, while others are filled with mung bean paste and sprinkled with white sesame seeds.

Another part is packed with pickles, which can satisfy guests who like salty taste.

The outer layer is sprinkled with sesame seeds of two colors.

These were what Liu Yingyue told her to help her distinguish them.

She wrapped the cake in clean white gauze.

To prevent wild cats or mice from stealing the food, Qin Xiuzhu put the cakes into a large jar and covered it with a thick tile lid.
-
The next morning, when the rooster crowed for the second time, Qin Xiuzhu got up, washed and dressed, and just as she had finished getting ready, she heard Liu Yingyue's voice at the door.

"Xiuzhu?" "Here I come!"

Qin Xiuzhu took the package of cakes out of the jar and put it into the backpack.

Just as he was about to open the door, Qin Yiran came out of his room with a cane, "Let's go together."

"Ah? Brother, you want to go too?"

"I can not go?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Qin Xiuzhu looked at Qin Yiran in confusion, opened the gate, and then opened the courtyard gate.

Liu Yingyue walked forward.

"Xiuzhu..." When Liu Yingyue saw Qin Yiran behind Qin Xiuzhu, she was slightly startled, "Brother Qin."

"Where is the donkey cart? I'll drive it for you." Qin Yiran glanced at Liu Yingyue and walked out of the yard with a cane.

Liu Yingyue blinked and followed, "Over there..."

When Qin Yiran got on the donkey cart and turned the cart around, Liu Yingyue pulled Qin Xiuzhu over and asked in a low voice, "Xiuzhu, your elder brother is going to the market today. What's going on?"

"I don't know, he didn't say." Qin Xiuzhu shrugged.

Liu Yingyue also discovered that Qin Yiran had nothing with him.

"Is he going shopping?"

"He didn't say anything, and there's no shortage of money at home." Qin Xiuzhu shook her head.

Liu Yingyue thought to herself, then why go to the market?

It is not easy for villagers to go to the market, and very few go to the market empty-handed.

Even she brought a few rolls of woven cloth to sell this time.

But Qin Yiran went to the market empty-handed.

"Let's go, it's getting late." Unable to figure out the reason, Liu Yingyue simply stopped thinking about it.

At least, Qin Yiran looked calm at this moment and didn't seem to want to embarrass her.

Liu Yingyue and Qin Xiuzhu sat on the donkey cart.

Qin Yiran turned around and saw that Liu Yingyue was sitting steadily. Then he picked up the whip, gently hit the donkey's back, and drove the donkey cart out.

On the way, I met some people who were walking to the market carrying heavy objects on their backs. I asked them about the price of a ride.

"Xiuzhu, you speak." Liu Yingyue patted Qin Xiuzhu's arm and said encouragingly.

Qin Xiuzhu opened her eyes wide, "Ah? I said, I...what should I say?"

The person who asked for directions was a middle-aged woman who was carrying a basket, some heavy objects, and a child of five or six years old.

The woman smiled and said, "Young lady, just tell me how much you want to pay for one person."

"The price is the same as last time you took the taxi." Liu Yingyue said.

Qin Yiran turned around, narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Yingyue with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

"Last time? Last time was... Oh, I remember, two cents per person. But, ma'am, you have a backpack and other things, so you have to pay more. Six cents, please."

When the middle-aged woman heard that she had to pay six coins, she hesitated and said, "It's a bit expensive, forget it."

"It's not expensive at all. It's the same in other places." Qin Xiuzhu said bluntly.

"No, no." The middle-aged woman waved her hand, adjusted the backpack on her shoulder, picked up the heavy bag, held the child in the other hand, and walked away.

In the light of the lantern, Liu Yingyue saw that the middle-aged woman's clothes were simple and patched.

She said, "Xiuzhu, forget it. Auntie is still with the child, so let's not charge her for the basket and bag. We'll just charge her four cents."

As for the reason, she would tell Qin Xiuzhu later.

When doing business, you can't be too rigid and have to be flexible.

This is how you collect ride fare, and it’s the same with selling pancakes.

(End of this chapter)