Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 242 Dismal
Yun Yiyi hummed, and didn't care about them any more, and left with her things by herself.

It was still morning, and she was not in a hurry to drive the ox cart slowly. When she arrived in the county town, the shop at the ferry had only opened for a while, and there were no customers yet.

Yun Yiyi found a place, tied the cow aside, and put out the signboard.

She made it up by herself last night. She wrote the word cold noodles on the paper and put it in a conspicuous place.

After a while, Yun Yiyi also noticed that some people came over. Except for lunch, this street was the most crowded, and there were also people at other times, but very few.

She didn't know how to yell, and she sat there for a while, but no one came.

When it was close to noon, there was another person beside Yun Yiyi, an old man around 50 to [-] years old. He took two burdens and wanted to go to the other side. After seeing Yun Yiyi, he looked for her land.

Most people in this era can only live to be 70 years old. People in their [-]s and [-]s have already become grandparents. There is really no problem in calling them that.

The old man looked familiar, Yun Yiyi remembered seeing him there last time.

He lifted the white cloth to reveal the cake inside.

Yun Yiyi then remembered that she seemed to have seen this old man selling cakes before.

The cakes looked quite thick, one on top of the other, just like sesame seed cakes, Yun Yiyi wanted to buy it before, but later felt that it was too full, so she bought others for the two cubs.

The old man glanced at her and smiled kindly: "What are you selling?"

Yun Yiyi said conveniently, "Sell noodles."

There were some condiments in front of her, everything was there, but the cold noodles were also covered with a white cloth, after all, it was better not to let such noodles come into contact with the air, lest dust would fall into them.

A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. This side needs to be cooked with fire, and they sell cold food like them.

But he didn't ask too much, he just thought he had heard wrong just now.

Next, no one spoke.

After waiting for a while, a few people came from the street, and then more and more people poured in. Yun Yiyi's eyes lit up, and she knew that those people were off work.

Her location is actually not good, it's at the end, but it's also the best location, if it's selling food in front of other people's stores, it's not obvious that it's grabbing business, it's definitely not acceptable.

Even if someone agrees, she will have to pay a sum of money, which is not troublesome at all.

Yun Yiyi didn't think about how much she would sell for. She is not a person with high eyesight and low power. She has her own code of conduct when doing things, so even if she fails, she will not be so sad.

This time, she just wanted to see how much her food could sell in this ancient times.

Even though she was prepared in her heart, what happened next was still horrible.

She didn't sell a single bowl of noodles.

Now is the peak time for eating, and it can be said that it is the time when the flow of people is the most dense. With so many people, even if she stays here, someone should come to buy it, but there is no one.

So many people are already used to the shops inside on weekdays. Even if they are full, they are still waiting outside, but they just don't come here to buy.

The old man next to him has already skillfully started to peddle: "I'm selling cooking cakes, two yuan each, and selling sesame seed cakes, three yuan each."

Only then did she find out that there were white steamed buns in his other burden.

One side is sesame seed cake, and the other side is cooking cake. This cooking cake is not a steamed bun, but a kind of steamed cake, and it is also for nothing.

By the time the old man's pancakes were nearly half sold, she hadn't opened yet.

Yun Yiyi: "...."

The old man seemed to have some sympathy for her, and when there were no customers, he asked her again: "What are you selling?"

Didn't you ask this sentence just now?

Yun Yiyi didn't answer him this time, but pointed to the piece of paper above, on which a few words were written in a flying pattern.

The old man was illiterate, so when he saw a few black calligraphy written on a piece of white paper, he turned his head again.

Just when Yun Yiyi was a little depressed, a person suddenly stopped in front of her eyes, and the person read out curiously: "Cold noodles?"

Now the people are almost gone, and after a while, Yun Yiyi was planning to call it a day, and finally got a customer.

She frowned, and lifted the white cloth, revealing the noodles inside, which looked shiny and not bad.

"Would you like a bowl, three pennies a bowl." The price is not a random call, but the price she has analyzed by herself based on the surrounding food.

Not too cheap, but not too expensive either.

After all, this cold noodle is considered a staple food, and it costs three pennies to eat, which is a normal price.

But if you taste it as a snack, it seems not worthwhile.

The person in front of him seemed a little curious, so he nodded, "Okay, give me a bowl."

Yun Yiyi saw that he was well-dressed and not too old, so he probably had a taste of it.

Maybe he was the first customer who came to buy noodles, Yun Yiyi scooped up a few spoonfuls of noodles for him, "Are you eating here or taking it away?"

The man said strangely: "Of course I will take it away."

There is not even a chair in this place, should he be allowed to squat on the ground to eat?

Yun Yiyi hummed, took out a large bowl, and put various seasonings in it, which can be described as varied.

She also asked some questions during the period, such as: "Do you eat spicy food? Do you want it mildly spicy, medium spicy, or extra spicy."

The man didn't react for a long time, but he understood it, but he just felt a little strange, so he said something casually.

Next, Yun Yiyi added various ingredients to it according to his taste, even shredded pork.

This bowl of noodles is mixed with various ingredients. It looks a bit strange, but it looks good.

There is no disposable paper box here either, Yun Yiyi didn't prepare many noodles, just to see the situation, she prepared some bamboo bowls, but since the other party wanted to take them away, she still used oilcloth pockets to pack the noodles up.

Oilcloth is also the material used to pack food in this era. This cloth is coated with a layer of tung oil, which is originally extracted from plants and is naturally non-toxic.

In addition, there is also oiled paper. Of course, this noodle cannot be wrapped in oiled paper, otherwise it will be broken at once. It can be said that the cost of this packaging is actually quite high.

After all, cloth is not cheap in this era.

If it sells a lot, it will naturally make a profit, like Yun Yiyi who only sold a bowl of noodles, it must be a loss-making business.

After the man left with the noodles, Yun Yiyi took a look at the noodles and was not depressed, thinking that he would probably have to eat noodles tonight.

In the magistrate's mansion.

Zhong Shuyong frowned and said, "What's the matter with you recently? You were able to memorize it backwards last time. What about this time? What is it like? You can't even memorize such a simple article. How did you memorize it last time! Huh?"

Zhong Wenshi whispered: "Last luck is all used up."

He didn't know how he recited it last time, anyway, he opened and closed his eyes, he recited it backwards, even he himself thought he had figured it out, he must be a child prodigy or something, but now he has returned to his original form.

Zhong Shuyong became angry when he saw him, "You still have the nerve to talk back, you know that when I was as young as you, I had read all these books a long time ago. I just know how to play, look at you, what you look like, how can you inherit my mantle when you grow up."

Zhong Wenshi pursed his lips, his father would say these words to him almost every day, such as how good he was when he was a child, and he would never be as good as him.

After hearing these words before, he still felt guilty. He felt that he was not worthy to be his son. He was worse than him in every way and stupid in every way. The left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, gradually, he doesn't care.

Zhong Shuyong is still educating Zhong Wenshi.

He coveted the popularity of this son, so he naturally wanted to educate him from an early age. In the end, this guy resembled him very much, and he was not a material for studying at all. It was precisely because of this that he wanted to grind his temper. He must study hard.

When he became the county magistrate, he also took the exam for many years. In the past, he could still have a hereditary position, which meant that his son could inherit his father's position when he grew up, but now it is getting more and more difficult. Disaster.

He was worried on this side, and felt very angry when he thought that Zhong Wenshi had failed even the ordinary entrance examination.

At the beginning, I asked Mr. Ji to tutor this child. Compared with other people, he has a great advantage, and he also went to school before.

Zhong Wenshi is naturally also on the list this time, not to mention that he doesn't have to take the entrance exam, even if he fails, Zhong Shuyong has a way to send him in.

But when he thought that he hadn't done it, he was angry inside.

Zhong Wenshi heard too much, so he yawned, which happened to be seen by Zhong Shuyong.

Coincidentally, a voice came from outside: "I'm here, and I brought you something to eat."

The voice was soaring that Zhong Wenshi's eyes lit up, but when Zhong Shuyong saw it, he suppressed his jumping heart again, just like a quail.

"What's the matter with you, Shitou, come here quickly, I brought you delicious noodles." Shang Yuan waved to him.

As soon as Zhong Wenshi turned his eyes, his eyes moved to the oilcloth bag, and he shook his head: "Father will punish me, I can't eat now."

As he said this, his eyes showed longing.

Sure enough, Shang Yuan immediately said: "What kind of punishment is fine? Shitou is already smart enough. He recited the Three Character Classic last time. I don't think there is anyone smarter than him. Brother-in-law, don't be too harsh on him."

Zhong Wenshi also nodded, but quickly retracted this action.

Don't mention this, Zhong Shuyong is still not angry: "Do you know what he looks like in this entrance exam?"

Shang Yuan put the oil-paper bag aside, and said indifferently: "What does it matter, anyway, Stone can still read, so what do you care about?"

The tone of these words was nonchalant. Although Zhong Shuyong was angry, he did not continue on this topic.

The three views are different, and the views on things are different. There is really no need to argue.

Before, he thought that Zhong Wenshi was just a rotten piece of wood, but he didn't give up. Later, seeing that he was a bit smart, he naturally had higher expectations for him, but he didn't expect him to become more and more absurd.

Shang Yuan would come to play with Zhong Wenshi from time to time. He is almost twenty years old and does not marry a wife and have children. However, there are quite a few confidantes outside. Zhong Shuyong was afraid that he would bring Wenshi to him broken.

"Brother-in-law, let me borrow a bowl. After covering this side for a long time, it will definitely not taste good." Shang Yuan said.

Zhong Shuyong felt that he was simply absurd. He came to his house just to borrow a bowl, but what was even more absurd was to put the noodles in an oilcloth pocket, which had been soaked long ago, how could they be eaten?

(End of this chapter)