Pinellia pastoral

Chapter 126 Rice Noodle Stall

Ban Xia and the others didn't seem to understand what Su Youli said, Li Shi was still holding the loofah pouch that was going to be used to wash the pot, Ban Xia was grabbing Gu Ya'er's braid, Yuan Guang and Yuan Chen were squatting On one side, the picture seemed to freeze suddenly.

Only Su Youli smacked and said to them again, "I want to set up a stall."

This time, everyone somehow reacted.

Regardless of what else was on hand, they all sat around him, and the air was filled with the smell of smoked wormwood.

Mrs. Li asked first, "Another tofu stall?"

After all, making tofu can be regarded as Su Youli's old profession, and they have indeed come here for so many years. Even though they have separated, they still got a pair of tofu pickers, who are familiar with the way.

But because the Zhou family competed for business, there were too many people who made tofu, and there was not much money spent there in a day. This is how the later fried tofu and bean sprouts came into being. The money they made was not too much. , much easier.

When Mrs. Li asked, Su Youli shook his head, "I was in town today, and Zhuzi didn't come to set up a stall."

Zhuzi is the brother of the second aunt, and he and Banxia's family are close relatives, and because of fried noodles and the fact that poached eggs and bean sprouts can be with noodles, the friendship with Banxia's family is pretty good. Every time I go to the market, I see, After all, it is to pull in and eat a bowl.

At this time, when Su Youli said this, Ban Xia understood, is this a rice noodle stall?By the way, didn't Mr. Su know Su Qian, who makes tofu, because he set up a rice noodle stall back then?

The son inherits the father's business?Can it work?If it was really possible to make money, why didn't the Su Qian family keep it?Ban Xia felt a little worried, so he asked, "Father, this rice noodle stall is also hard work, and I have to guard it all day long."

Su Youli did not rush to answer, but said with certainty, "Yuan Guang and Yuan Chen, let's go to school in a few days."

Several people looked at each other, and Yuanchen was the first to say, "Father, don't worry, I will definitely study hard."

The small mouth is pursed, the small face is sullen and does not smile, and the two small hands are twisted into a ball around the stomach, looking very solemn.

Su Youli was very relieved, but he patted his head and said, "Don't think too much, father and mother don't have much ability, and before... Fortunately, it's not too late, and father doesn't expect you to be able to get any merits As a scholar, it's best if you can pass the exam, but at least you can read a few words and understand the truth, so you are much better than Dad."

It has to be said that after Su Youli got in touch with other people more, he changed a little bit, and such a change is easy to see, for example, before, he didn't think about anything, he went to sell tofu every day, and when he came back, he gave the money bag to Su Qian would be interrogated occasionally, otherwise he would work hard all day in the field like a cow, so he wouldn't think about it, and he didn't have so many opportunities to think about it.

It's been like this year after year.

Then when the family was separated, he just came to his senses and moved a little further away from there. After repairing the hut, he became much closer to the people in the village, especially with Su Youzhang's family and Zhang's family. Now, he can still propose to set up a stall up.

Ban Xia was very happy in her heart, everyone in the family was slowly changing, and it was still going in a good direction.

"Yuan Guang, you are a little bit older, but don't think too much about it. Even if it's business, literate and illiterate are different. Shopkeeper Wu in Jufeng Building, just study." Su Youli raised Such an example.

Yuan Guang nodded, but made up his mind even more. He never thought that he would have the day to study. He felt very lucky to know some words with Uncle Wu. Today Su Youli said, But he thought that he must come up with a famous trick, after all, this opportunity is too rare.

"Father, don't worry, Yuanchen and I will definitely study hard and earn face for our family." Yuan Guang's eyes were shining.

Su Youli smiled, with a look of relief on his face, and turned back to the issue of the stall that he just said, "It used to be one-third of an acre of land, so just forget about it when you're done with your work, but now that you want to study, you naturally have to prepare money, and there are also pinellia and pinellia." Gu Ya'er is growing up day by day, and she will need more property in the future, at least go to other people's homes to avoid being bullied. Although we can get by now, we can't go on like this anymore. I thought about it, the reason why we can build this house whenever we want is, The fence can also be enclosed, not because the business done before Ban Xia made money."

Mrs. Li also agreed, "It's not too much to make money, anyway, I'm not busy right now."

Su Youli had obviously thought about it, "Ban Xia, how much money do we have now?"

When they built thatched huts and pigpens, they counted the money once. At this time, Ban Xia moved her fingers without looking at any ledgers, and said naturally, "Except for the money left for my brother and the others to study, let's build that house." I don’t have much money, I gave Uncle Zhang’s two taels when we opened the road, and Yuan Chen didn’t give Dr. Mu the money for the medicine. We still have 26 taels. If you need a stall or something, it shouldn’t be a problem to get 20 taels. After all, our bean sprouts are still earning money, so if we can't do it, we can make more fermented bean curd, or go outside to find a market, and it should still be able to sell."

Speaking of this, Ban Xia wanted to ask, "Father, why do you have to open a rice noodle stall? Isn't this very hard work, and..." It doesn't make much money.

However, Su Youli rarely proposed to do something, so she naturally wouldn't directly pour cold water on it.

However, Su Youli seemed to have expected this question a long time ago, "I've done the calculations. If the business is like your Uncle Zhuzi's, and you can sell about seventy or eighty bowls of rice noodles a day, and there are only more on market days, then that's not the case. Forget it, a bowl costs two renminbi, that’s more than 100 renminbi, steamed rice noodles with rice milk, a few catties of rice a day is enough, do you need to buy it in this family, and it doesn’t cost much to cook a pot of bone soup, It can be used for one day, and twenty renminbi of bones is enough, so one hundred twenty or thirty renminbi a day, and a few taels of silver a month..."

That's the calculation, but selling dozens of bowls of rice noodles is very tiring. What's more, the rice noodles at this time are ground into a pulp with rice, and then get up early in the morning and steamed on the dustpan, also called rice skin. When it is cooked, peel it off and cut it into long strips when selling rice noodles. It needs to be prepared early, and there are stalls to set up and close. Basically, you have to get up in the middle of the night and go home after dark.

Come and go in the wind and rain, absolutely hard money.

But Su Youli seemed to have made up his mind, and Mrs. Li had no intention of objecting. From their point of view, if they could earn more money to make their children's lives better, a little bit of hard work was nothing. It's only more than a dozen pennies a day, which can't compare to doing business.

"Father, but this is calculated according to Uncle Zhuzi's side. Let's start, can we have such a business?" Ban Xia was a little worried about this. Seventy or eighty bowls a day, that is, seventy or eighty people came to eat. Although it's not deserted, but it's not the market time, so there won't be too many people eating.

She was not afraid of anything else, but she was afraid that Su Youli's ambition, which had been ignited with great difficulty, would be hit hard by reality again, and in the end she would be discouraged because of it, so it would be better not to toss about.

Su Youli didn't seem to have thought about this issue, and was silent for a moment, "I originally wanted to try it, anyway, it doesn't take much effort, but I have to start it well, I have other ideas, Ban Xia, haven't you been thinking about it all the time?" Is that food? Let’s add some more. You see, Uncle Zhuzi can sell more by adding eggs? What if we add braised pork? In this way, the two words without meat, and the ones with meat Selling it for five cents, I guess someone can eat it. Besides... we will have cassava after autumn, and selling cassava alone will not be available to other people's homes."

Being able to think of this step, Su Youli will definitely not be as simple as just trying it casually.

Ban Xia also thought there, the weather in this place is relatively hot, and no one has ever mentioned wheat noodles. Because she felt that this was not a unique business and the competition was too great.

At this moment, I looked back and thought about it, why did I have to be entangled in my own business? How could there be so many unique businesses, such as the braised pork that Su Youli was thinking of, wasn't it very close to my previous life?Why can't I change what I have?It won't be a dead end.

Ban Xia only felt a bright light in front of her eyes, an unprecedented relief.

"Father, I thought of it when you said that. Since they all sell rice noodles, we also have to sell some that other people don't have. For example, no one can make the hot sauce made by our mother. If you don't come to our place to eat noodles I can’t eat it, and the stewed pork you mentioned, you can leave it to me, and you can take it slowly, and rice noodles, we can not just steam it like this, why can’t it be the same as other things , boil the pulp first and then make it into rice noodles, which can be stored for a long time after drying..."

Once she said it, she couldn't stop, wishing to say everything she knew before, and then become unique, so that no one else could compete.

This is made of rice noodles, which can guarantee that you will not be so tired.

After thinking for a while, Ban Xia said again, "Father, we can try making rice noodles. It shouldn't be difficult, and the most important thing is not to cook the rice noodles, but the soup inside. We have to boil out other people's soup. Soups that can’t be made at home, such as the bone you mentioned, although others don’t use it now, it’s hard to guarantee that they won’t use it in the future, but it will be easy to see. Let’s make a special feature. For example, you can see that the fried snail is so delicious, we can definitely do it Make it into snail noodles, and cold salad, anyway, even if others see it, they can’t learn it, so...it’s not a matter of seventy or eighty bowls a day..."

Speaking of this, Ban Xia has a feeling that she can't stop.

So, when she interrupted Li's words for the third time.

Yuan Guang finally smiled embarrassingly, "When Ban Xia talks about money, his mind is bright."

(End of this chapter)