Farm girl is busy making money

Chapter 279 Selling Omurice
Chapter 270 IX Selling Omurice
A few more days passed in the blink of an eye, He Lanshan brothers and sisters had a very tacit understanding not to tell He Jinyi what happened on the street before, and the mold He Jinyi made for He Lanshan was also finished.

It is made of wood, and the inside is hollowed out. Put the rice in and take a picture of a lying bear on the plate.A total of three molds were made, as well as a lying Fuwa and a lying puppy.

"Father, you did a good job."

He Lanshan praised that, unlike previous molds, which can be made in a factory machine, these three molds were chiseled out by He Jinyi one by one, and they were made when he came back from work.

"Hey, as long as Lanshan can use it." He Jinyi smiled openly.

A few days ago, the girl was upset because of the letter, but now he can make up for it, and He Jinyi feels very happy, and the steps to go to work are much easier.

Seeing that He Jinyi's things were finished, Xiaokui hurriedly said: "Miss, put together the scraps of omelet rice on my flag, and then simply embroider a few stitches. Wait for me!"

He Lanshan couldn't help laughing when she saw Xiaokui rushing into the drill room in a hurry.

A few days ago, she ordered this girl to have a good rest, and she was not allowed to take needles and threads. Seeing that He Jinyi's molds were all ready, she was completely panicked.

After thinking about it, He Lanshan went to the blacksmith to get the pan, but he scolded her a lot when she sent it back last time.

After saying not to make it so thin, He Lanshan chose to make it so thin. The blacksmith felt that this was a waste of his reputation. In the end, the blacksmith agreed to repair the pan at the cost of an extra [-] cents.

When she returned with the frying pan, Xiao Kui sat in the yard and waited.

Seeing He Lanshan coming back, tears flowed down her cheeks, she hurriedly stepped forward and took her hand and said, "Miss, why didn't you take me with you when you went out, if this is in danger!"

"What's the danger? I won't meet that Miss Shen every day." He Lanshan shook her head indifferently, and put the frying pan in her hand in front of Xiaokui's eyes.

Xiaokui watched with single eyelids very seriously, "The master blacksmith is really good at craftsmanship, it looks like he hasn't missed anything."

As she said that, she took out the embroidered flag, "Miss, do you see if I embroidered this word wrong?"

He Lanshan pinched the three characters of omelet rice, and embroidered them neatly and beautifully, which was exactly the same as that written by He Qinfeng.There is also this omelet rice made of rags. A little bear is assembled with loose-colored rags, and then an omelet rice is embroidered with light yellow fabric to cover it. At first glance, it looks like the little bear is sleeping.

"Let's put it on the shelf and sell it today."

"Ah, so fast?"

While Xiaokui was still hesitating, He Lanshan pointed to the packed cart, which He Jinyi asked him to push out before he left. The cart was not big, and He Lanshan had some difficulty pushing it. It can be pushed.

A small mud stove was placed on it, and there were firewood, eggs, and some seasonings in the cart.

After He Lanshan boiled the pan, the two walked towards the busy street.

This South Street is close to the market, and usually sells snacks and gadgets, such as bowl cakes, couple's lungs, and refreshing haggis. The whole street is full of lively atmosphere.

As soon as He Lanshan and the others put the trolley on, the first thing to look at was the merchants nearby.

"Hey, what do these two little girls sell? Don't they have tables and chairs?" The grandmother selling sugar water saw them and looked at them curiously.

"The omelets are sold here, and there are writings here." He Lanshan pointed to the flag she made that looked like a fortune-telling fairy.

The grandmother selling sugar water shook her head and said, "I can't read, but I can recognize this painting. It's made of eggs. It's interesting to see. I wish you a prosperous business."

"Well, I wish you a prosperous business too." Since the two of them sold different items, He Lanshan saw that the other party was polite, so she also replied politely.

He Lanshan and Xiaokui stood in front of their stall, watching the sun rise and the number of people increased, but the front of their stall was still deserted.

Xiao Kui pursed her lips and looked timid, but she still mustered up her courage and said, "Miss, this is not going to work!"

"It's definitely not going to work, why don't you yell twice!" He Lanshan deliberately teased Xiaokui.

Xiaokui's face turned red all of a sudden, she looked at the people coming and going, she bit her lip with her teeth, and said after holding back for a long time: "Does anyone want to eat omelet rice, delicious omelet rice?"

The voice was a little louder than usual, and it was overwhelmed by other people's shouts of "candied haws, big and sweet candied haws." .

"You can't do this." He Lanshan glanced at Xiaokui and said.

She stretched out her hand and put the pan on top of the clay stove. There were a few pieces of red charcoal in the clay stove. When Xiaokui saw this, she quickly stuffed the firewood into the stove of the clay stove, and the fire was lit immediately.

He Lanshan had already made up her mind that she would cook a pot of omelet rice when there were a lot of people. When there were a lot of people, it would naturally become lively. When the time came, she would be able to attract people by shouting out in a calm manner.

Anyway, she is also a successful person, so she is naturally experienced.

The pan was heated up, scooped a spoonful of white lard like snow cream, crackled and exploded in the pan, then added rice and diced sausage that He Lanshan had made long ago and fried.

For a while, the aroma of fried rice made many passers-by stop.

"Little girl, how can you sell this fried rice!"

"I don't sell fried rice here, but omelet rice." He Lanshan was busy working on what she was holding, while she still had the mouth to answer.

Xiao Kui was wondering why the lady didn't sell fried rice, it was a business after all, and it saved the effort of making egg buns.This means that they don't sell fried rice, in case the customer leaves.

Unexpectedly, to Xiaokui's surprise, the guest who asked this question didn't leave, and they were still watching cheerfully. Seeing what He Lanshan was doing, they also wanted to take a closer look at what the omelet rice was.

A few people stopped to look at it, which immediately aroused the curiosity of others, and more people watched it at this time.

"Xiao Kui, put it in a mold and press it out!"

He Lanshan neatly poured the fried rice from the pot onto a plate, and handed it to Xiaokui.

Seeing so many people staring at her, Xiaokui trembled when she scooped the fried rice into the mold with a wooden spoon.

On the other hand, He Lanshan beat the eggs in an orderly manner. A total of two eggs were beaten and mixed into egg liquid, and they were placed in the frying pan and stirred there with chopsticks.

Passers-by who saw it immediately raised objections, "Little girl, this fried egg is not fried like this!"

"That's right, if Mao is not grown up, you still set up a stall like others, will you know?"

Some unfriendly voices also came into their ears, He Lanshan frowned slightly and said: "Everyone will know when you look at it, my omelet rice is a secret recipe passed down from ancestors."

(End of this chapter)