In the evening, Sun Xiufang really made twenty kilograms of noodles. The next day, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law got up early to work. When Ruimin woke up, the twists of ten kilograms of noodles were ready. Ruimin was now a great hero, so he had to let go

He had rested well. Whenever there was any movement on Ruimin's side, Wang Ying hurriedly went to cook. After Ruimin finished his meal, he drank tea and waited leisurely for the twists to explode.

Ruimin is no longer an idler. His waist feels much straighter than usual. He holds the tea cup and circles the pot, commanding calmly, "It's not fried yet. Come on, I'm waiting to go out."

After frying a few pots and gathering a basket, Ruimin followed the same example as yesterday and stopped near the department store and shouted a few words. After a while, half of the basket of twists was gone, but it stayed in the same place.

No, Ruimin is bolder now, and goes wherever there are more people. It's not even noon yet, and his basket of twists is completely sold.

Ruimin said that everything was sold again. Wang Ying couldn't believe it. Today's basket was incomparable with yesterday's basket. Today's basket contained more than a hundred twists, but facts speak louder than words. The basket was empty.

The large number of cents that He Ruimin took out showed that today's business was still quite hot.

Ruimin's face lit up with excitement. After returning home and having a quick rest after dinner, he couldn't wait to go out with a basket full of twists.

The business was not as good as expected, but before the sun went down, there was still no stick left in the basket.

After dinner, the family gathered around the dining table to count dimes. Basically, the denominations were not large. Most were twenty cents and one cents, with a few fifty cents and one yuan bills mixed in.

Wang Ying took a pen and paper and started to calculate the accounts, "Today, a total of 20 kilograms of noodles were used. One kilogram of noodles was 18 cents. The cost of the noodles was 3.6 yuan. Five kilograms of oil was used. The cost was 8.5 yuan. The total was 10 yuan.

I sold two hundred and forty pieces of mahua for two yuan and a dollar, which is twenty-four yuan. Twenty-four minus twelve yuan, I earned eleven yuan and ninety cents."

It’s not that I don’t know, but I was shocked when I calculated it. Wang Ying’s excited words were a little crooked, “Mother.” Wang Ying shook the paper in her hand and showed it to Sun Xiufang, “Mother, we made ten dollars today alone.

One yuan and ninety cents per day. If we continue like this for ten days, it will be one hundred and nineteen cents, and one month will be three hundred and fifty-seven, which is several times higher than Dayong's salary."

Can you not be excited? Shi Dayong's monthly salary, including the resident subsidy, is only RMB 100. He is still tired from work and is often away from home for several days.

"Really? God, can you really make some money?" Although Sun Xiufang was illiterate, she took the paper handed over by Wang Ying without delay and read it horizontally and vertically.

"Mom, you don't understand, show me." Ruimin took the paper from Sun Xiufang's hand.

"I haven't finished the calculation yet." Wang Ying took out another piece of paper and continued to write and draw, "There are still fifty-one kilograms of food supply, which can make six hundred and twelve twists, which is sixty-one yuan."

Twenty cents, the cost is nine yuan and eighty cents, and the oil is..." After calculating the oil, Wang Ying's eyes darkened, "Mom, there is no oil. Our family only distributes five kilograms of oil a month. It is not enough. We will wait until tomorrow.

Let him find a way to buy oil when he gets home."

"Run out of oil so soon? I remember Dayong brought back a barrel." Sun Xiufang said and went to find the oil barrel. She picked up the oil barrel and looked at the light, "Isn't there some in it?

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"Mom, we still have fifty-one kilograms of twist noodles left to fry. Where can this little oil go?"

"How can we do this?" Seeing the great prospects, there was no ammunition on hand. This ladle of cold water directly extinguished half of the excitement. Sun Xiufang put the oil can aside in disappointment, "Na Yingzi,

Do you know how much a pound of high-priced oil costs?"

"Mom, don't tell me how much a pound of high-priced oil costs. I don't even know where it is sold. We usually don't have enough oil to supply. We have a balance every month. Who would ask about high-priced oil?"

Sun Xiufang thought for a while and said: "We all eat cottonseed oil in our hometown. The oil is cheap, and it costs more than a pound per dollar. If we really can't buy cheap oil here, we can just get some oil from our hometown."

"Mom, what you said is quite simple. Our hometown is so far away. How to transport oil back is a problem. It's not as easy to carry as others. If you bring too little, you won't be able to use it. If you bring too much, you won't be able to carry it. So just bring a little one.

It’s not of much use and it’s not troublesome enough.”

Sun Xiufang saw that it was already getting late, and she was tired after a long day of work, and said, "I mean, Yingzi, we can't worry about this." Sun Xiufang beat her shoulders, "I'm old, I'm no longer useful, I've been rubbing twists and turns today.

My arm hurts. When I was young, I followed the production team leader on the ground every day. I never felt as tired as I did today when digging trenches. Let’s quickly mix the flour for tomorrow and go to bed to rest.”

Wang Ying was tired from working all day. She not only made twists and fried them, but also had to take care of her children and cook. Not only did her arms hurt, but her waist was also sore. Wang Ying stood up and put the money in the drawer, pressing her lower back.

Mom, how many times do you want to meet?"

Sun Xiufang said: "Twenty kilograms of noodles are sold out today. If not, let's try adding five more kilograms tomorrow, and twenty-five kilograms of noodles?"

"Mother, you can take as much as you want."

The business has just started, and everything is not on track, especially since the problem of raw materials has not been solved. Shi Dayong is not at ease, and his stay at the station is not stable. As soon as the work is completed, he will run home. He remembers to return home.

There were several markets on the road to his home, and he wanted to visit them to see if he could buy cheaper food and oil.

In Licheng, there is a market just after entering the county. There is a big market every New Year's Day and the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. People from all over the surrounding villages will gather here every ten days to exchange some money for their own production and sales.

There are also quite a lot of fellow villagers.

He has been to this market many times. When he was not doing business, he used to come here to buy fruits and vegetables. When he saw cheap chicken, fish, game, etc., he bought some to take home to improve his life. He also asked about grain and oil when he came across it.

Price, but I haven’t bought it yet.

After asking a few shops, they all cost fifty cents, and they wouldn't sell for a penny less. Shi Dayong looked far away and found an old man in front of him, whose appearance was somewhat similar to his father. With a move in his heart, he crossed several stalls and stood directly in front of him.

In front of the grain bag, the old man grabbed a handful of wheat, looked at it, clenched it in his hand, pinched two more grains, put them in his mouth and chewed them. Well, they were quite dry in the sun and the grains were plump. He was satisfied.

He nodded and asked: "Fellow, how much does your wheat cost per pound?"

The old man was in his sixties, and his back was a little rickety due to years of hard work. His weather-beaten black and red face had high cheekbones due to his thinness. The ruthless years had already carved thin lines on the corners of his eyes and forehead.

The wrinkles, hair and beard were all gray, and his dull eyes were no longer bright. They were as gray as if covered with a layer of mist. The old farmer clicked the dry pipe in his mouth and said, "Fifty cents."

"What? Isn't it all fifty cents? Why are you selling it for fifty cents, uncle?" The reason why Shi Dayong chose this uncle's grain to buy was mainly because of his compassion. The old man came here to sell grain at such an old age, and he couldn't help but

It reminded him of his father. He thought that he would just buy it anyway, and it would be the same no matter who he bought. As long as what the old man was selling was the same as others, he would no longer transfer it and just take what was his.

"Young man." The old man put the pipe in his mouth, picked up a handful of wheat with his dry and chapped hands and showed it to Shi Dayong. "Look at my wheat. I have worked hard and provided good food." The old man said.

He raised his hand again and said, "Young man, look at how clean my food is. I have shaken it several times and there is no sand at all. Those two cents are my hard-earned money."

The uncle's grain is indeed good, but the price is also good. He doesn't buy three or five kilograms, but hundreds of kilograms. One kilogram costs two cents more, and one hundred kilograms is two yuan. The money for supplying grain for more than ten kilograms comes out.

, no matter how merciful he was, when it came time to talk with money, he still hesitated.

Shi Dayong looked at the old man's stall. There were so many bags, each bag contained 50 kilograms, or at least three hundred kilograms. He didn't know how the old man transported the food.

Shi Dayong patted his pocket and said, "Uncle, these grains are not light. How many kilograms do they weigh?"

"Three hundred kilograms, I weighed it well. One bag is exactly 50 kilograms." This man was serious. Without saying whether he wanted it or not, the old man started clicking his dry tobacco bag again.

"Who brought it to you?"

"My son helped push it here with a wheelbarrow."

"What about your son?" Shi Dayong thought, he couldn't negotiate the price with the uncle's son, young people are easy to talk to.

"My son's family is gone. There are some odd jobs in the village, and I can still earn a few cents. I'm old and can't do it anymore, so I just look at the stalls."

"Oh." Shi Dayong felt a little regretful. He took two steps forward and was about to go to another house to have a look. "Uncle, please do your work. I'll look around later."

Another one who just asked but didn't buy. The old man was a little disappointed. He also knew that his price was a bit high, but his food was good. His son also said that as long as it cost no less than 50 cents a pound, it would be fine. But he

Farming is not easy all year round. It comes and goes in the wind and rain. The hotter the weather, the more we have to hoe the fields. Every bead of sweat breaks into eight petals to usher in a bumper harvest. Isn’t it just to make two more bucks?

"Hey! Young man." The old man gave in a little bit, thinking in his mind, why don't you just sell one copy to start a business?

Shi Dayong turned around, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

The old man knocked the cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe, "If you really want to buy it, I'll sell you a portion for fifty cents a pound."

Shi Dayong was a little reluctant to leave. Hearing what the uncle said, he felt happy and said, "Okay, uncle, I want all three hundred kilograms of yours."

"What? All of them!" The old man thought he heard wrongly. He was going to sell these three hundred kilograms for a day. He had already agreed with his son that he would pick him up at the next set. Fortunately, he had just shouted to stop.

After this happened, I really didn’t expect that I almost missed a big customer.

"Yes, I want it for 50 cents a pound, and I want three hundred pounds. Not only do I want it today, but if possible, I can ask for five hundred pounds every month in the future. Uncle, as long as you can guarantee it is of this quality, I will

I won’t read it elsewhere, I’ll take it directly from you.”
Chapter completed!