No regrets ninety-two

Chapter 9 Produced by Chef Wu

After having a happy dinner, Wu Xiaozheng first dragged Wu Changhe to settle an account, which was about the family's expenses for the next year.

The account is actually very simple.

After the Chinese New Year, because Wu Xiaozheng went to a prestigious No. 240 Middle School, the tuition fee for one semester was 20 yuan. Wu Xiaoli’s miscellaneous expenses for elementary school were not much, and it only cost 30-300 yuan in total. Prepare about 600 yuan, and add up to almost [-] yuan.

As for other odds and ends, the Chinese cabbage and the like after the new year can be sold for a small amount of money, which can barely be offset, so there is no need to be in a hurry for the time being.

No wonder Wu Changhe was worried. Even if a Chinese New Year pig weighing nearly 200 catties was sold as a whole pig, it could only be sold for about 400 yuan, and there was still a difference of more than 200 yuan.

Wu Xiaozheng originally wanted Wu Changhe to rent out the family's land and stop farming it, but knowing that he couldn't agree, he didn't force it.

In this way, Wu Xiaozheng has to earn at least 600 yuan before the Chinese New Year to ensure that his family has meat to eat during the Chinese New Year.

A penny stumps the hero.

Wu Xiaozheng really wanted to use the advantage of rebirth to make a fortune, but unfortunately, he couldn't think of any opportunities after much deliberation. The key is that he was too young at this time in his previous life, and he didn't remember any opportunities to make a fortune.

Under the premise that there is no capital, no advantageous resources, and it is difficult to take advantage of the rebirth advantage, it is still a bit difficult to earn more than 10 yuan when the available time before the year is only about 600 days. Wu Xiaozheng must hurry up.

Early the next morning, Wu Xiaozheng followed Wu Changhe into the county again.

Wu Changhe wanted to continue selling his radishes, while Wu Xiaozheng was trying to find a way to make money.

Wu Xiaozheng still had to go to Liu Shuigen's small restaurant, but it was still early, so he began to wander around the market. He mainly inspected stalls and small shops selling grain, oil, food, groceries, and seasonings.

"Hey, isn't this Chef Xiao Wu? Why are you visiting the market today? Is there still a big meal for lunch?"

Wu Xiaozheng did not expect that many people in the market would already remember him, but the title "Little Chef Wu" is a bit awkward.

"Yes, it's still Liu Shuigen's shop."

Wu Xiaozheng replied in a teasing tone as before, but if the people who greeted him happened to be the owners of the stalls and shops he inspected, he would chat a few more words to make them familiar.

After spending a long time walking around, Wu Xiaozheng went to report to Liu Shuigen's shop again.

Liu Shuigen was a little overjoyed.

"You go shopping first!"

Wu Xiaozheng picked up a pen and paper and made a purchase list, and handed it to Liu Shuigen.

Originally, according to Wu Xiaozheng's habit when he was a chef, he had to buy many vegetables in person to rest assured, but the requirements of a small restaurant of this quality do not need to be too high.

After Liu Shuigen left, Wu Xiaozheng picked up the chalk and re-wrote the menu on the small blackboard.

After brushing for a while, a beautiful running script appeared on the small blackboard.

[Chef Wu's special menu]

Fried pork with shredded radish is 2.5 yuan/portion, beef with shredded radish is 3 yuan/portion

……

Well, the price of fried pork with shredded radish has increased today, because Wu Xiaozheng has to earn the manual fee for this dish today.

Another busy noon.

The business of Liu Shuigen's small shop is more prosperous today than the day before, because more people know Little Chef.

In China, there is no shortage of foodies at any time. Even if the dishes produced by Chef Wu are a bit expensive, more and more people want to eat delicious food.

Wu Xiaozheng was busy until almost two o'clock before letting himself and his grandfather have lunch.

However, the result was gratifying. After the calculation, Wu Xiaozheng actually got a commission of more than 80 yuan.

Wu Xiaozheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that even if there is no other source of income, just making money in Liu Shuigen's shop should be able to earn back the more than 600 yuan.

Of course, Wu Xiao is not satisfied with this small amount of money, and his big plan of "Aunt Wu" or "Chef Wu" food processing shop still needs a huge amount of money.

Wu Changhe was both happy and ashamed.

The happy thing is that money doesn't seem to be a problem anymore, but the sad thing is that without Wu Xiaozheng's help, he only sold more than 20 catties of radishes, and the income is not even a fraction of Wu Xiaozheng's.

The last remaining radishes were forced to be sold by Wu Xiaozheng to the vegetable vendors in the market at a super low price of 8 cents a catty. There was no way, Wu Xiaozheng still had to use a tricycle.

After eating, Wu Xiaozheng took Wu Changhe straight to the glass factory in the county, where he was going to buy glass jars.

There are many villages and towns in Xiangshui County that are rich in oranges, pears and other fruits, so there are several fruit canning factories in the county. The county glass factory specially produced some pot-bellied glass airtight jars for these fruit canning factories, and Wu Xiaozheng went there for that.

The price of glass jars is not expensive, the retail price is only 8 cents each, Wu Xiaozheng bought 200 in one go, and bought two big pickle jars along the way, filled a tricycle full of them, and wandered back to home.

"You bought so much in one go, can you really sell it?"

After returning home, Grandma Wu was a little thoughtful again, but when she heard that Wu Xiaozheng earned more than 80 yuan today, she immediately burst into laughter from ear to ear.

Wu Xiaozheng first opened yesterday's hot and sour crispy radish and tasted it.

Well, it has been enough for 24 hours, and the taste is quite good!
Wu Xiaozheng nodded in satisfaction.

Grandma Wu also tasted it, and praised again and again: "The taste is really good, much better than my pickled ones."

"Well, it's okay, it should be sold." This was Wu Changhe's reaction.

That's a must, Wu Xiaozheng used his own little secret recipe for this side dish, and each process has a knack.

The taste is really good, even Wu Xiaoli, who has always hated pickled radishes, ate a small bowl in one sitting, but she prefers sweet and sour crispy radishes.

"Brother, it's delicious, I want more!"

This sweet and sour radish is sour, sweet, and crunchy. Wu Xiaoli was still not satisfied after eating a small bowl, and looked at Wu Xiaozheng expectantly.

She wouldn't even want to eat dinner if she could.

"You can't eat too much at one time, or your teeth will be damaged." Wu Xiaozheng hurriedly threatened her.

The whole family was busy making pickled radishes again. Some pickled new radishes, while others filled yesterday's radishes. The division of labor was very clear, and even Wu Xiaoli came in handy.

Yesterday's two small jars were a bit small, and the filling was less than 60 bottles. Today, two large jars were added, and at least 150 catties of radishes were pickled. The family has been busy until the evening before finishing the work.

"Grandpa, don't sell radishes tomorrow, I'll try selling pickled radishes."

Wu Xiaozheng has a series of arrangements for his "Chef Wu" food processing factory plan, and he has to test the market first tomorrow.If the market responds well, he will continue to increase production.

Wu Changhe nodded.

He is useless, a little bit sad.

(End of this chapter)