reborn peasant mother

Chapter 29

"Of course it is true." Feng Yujiang said, "Think about it, the three children in the family are going to school now, and if Shanzi is admitted to high school in two years, he will need more money. Now that the farming is slack, let's start a small business to subsidize the family, right? Is it good?"

"That's a good word." Zhong Jipeng hesitated, and said, "No one cares about starting a small business now. But you are a woman, selling buns on the street, and I work in the town. You don't look good!"

"A good-looking face can't be worth the money!" Feng Yujiang discussed with Zhong Jipeng, "The public doesn't care about doing business now, it's not the first few years, so it's not fun to do it. We don't steal or rob, what's so bad about your face? !"

Zhong Jipeng is skeptical.Feng Yujiang stopped arguing, and went to the pot house to get a cabbage, mixed some soaked vermicelli, scooped up two bowls of white noodles under Zhong's mother's fierce gaze, and made a pot of fragrant oil for the whole family that night. Fried buns, the two children ate hungrily.

"It's not worse than the ones I've eaten in the county." Zhong Jipeng said.He looked at Zhong's mother and made a decision: "Okay, you can do it, anyway, the children are going to school, no one needs to watch. Mom, you should be busy with family matters."

Mother Zhong rolled her eyelids and said slowly: "Which day have I not been busy with family affairs? But this business is a small business, but it is white flour and greasy. Who do you blame if you lose money?"

Feng Yujiang hurriedly said: "Mom, don't worry, I will make it easy. It's all food, and there is nothing to pay for it."

Feng Yujiang got 15 yuan from Zhong Jipeng, which was her capital.She found someone to get a stove that matched the bun pot, added a shovel, a plate, and two small wooden tables, and bought two catties of lard suet, and used her own radish cellar to store the radishes for the winter. Some had a few catties of white flour, and before dawn, they put a large pile of belongings on a trolley and pushed them to the town.

Fortunately, her home is not far from the town, three miles away.When she rushed to the street, she found a sheltered and clean place and set up a steamed stuffed bun pot.After a while, a tempting fragrance wafted from the pot, attracting a crowd of people to watch.

Meet today.

Feng Yujiang took aim at the date of the fair and opened on the first day.

"What's the way?"

"Fried buns. Fried in oil. The oil is shiny and fragrant, try it?"

"Looks good, try it."

The opening of the business was even better than Feng Yujiang expected.Fried buns are bigger than dumplings, and she sells four for ten cents.It is still possible to calculate the profit.

Sitting at the stall to eat, she served it on a plate and provided hot water; when children in school came to eat or bought it to take away, they took two washed sorghum stalks and strung them into buns. People eat while walking and holding it in their hands, attracting the eyes of people passing by on the street.

At the beginning, she made steamed buns and waited for customers. Gradually, customers began to wait for the steamed stuffed buns to come out of the pan. By the time Feng Yujiang sold out the last pot of steamed stuffed buns, it was still noon!
An adult family led a crying child to her stall and asked:

"Is there any more fried buns? Give me a bunch."

"No more." Feng Yujiang smiled apologetically.

"No more? Look at this child, watching others eat, crying and begging for it. Can you fry some more?"

"I've run out of noodles. Let's do it tomorrow!" Feng Yujiang said.She gave away several catties of white flour at home, but she didn't expect it to be sold out so quickly, and she had to hurry to buy white flour later.

Feng Yujiang sat down, poured himself a bowl of hot water, and drank it all in one gulp.She beat her tired and sore arms, and pulled the large bag of coins and ten-cent notes in the pocket of her apron, feeling very happy.

This business can be done.

(End of this chapter)