First write down today’s expenses, and then as usual, take stock of how much money was sold yesterday.
Taking out a small book, Song Qiu wrote down the accounts while recalling yesterday's accounts.
Yesterday, I sold a total of three iced watermelons. Not counting the ones that were hard to cut and were eaten by myself, I sold them for a total of thirty-two yuan, and made a total of one hundred and sixty coins.
A total of thirty-nine bowls of ice-cold shrimps were sold, and a total of one hundred and seventeen coins were made.
A total of twelve bowls of iced glutinous rice were sold, and a total of thirty-six coins were made.
A total of forty-six bamboo tubes were sold for mung bean soup, and a total of forty-six coins were made.
Unlimited refills of mint herbal tea, one penny per person, and a total of thirty-two pence.
This does not include the dime of money given by the big convoy directly mixed with tips.
Because they were given directly and it was difficult to separate and calculate, Song Qiu didn't remember the pieces of watermelon and herbal tea they ate.
Plus the eight cents of money collected by Gandou.
Yesterday, I received a total of 399 cash plus a piece of silver worth about 200 cash.
Song Qiu put down the general ledger with numbers at the bottom, specifically marking the scraps of silver.
Calculating it this way, yesterday's total income was almost 600 yuan, which is actually about the same as before.
After Song Qiu collected the book, he felt very satisfied. If they could ensure a daily income of four hundred wen, they would have a lot left over besides the capital and wages.
It's earned.
Although hard work.
When the sun rose, just like yesterday, passers-by soon came in to rest.
Song Qiu and the other three began to get busy, and people came in one after another to rest. Some drank mung bean soup, some drank herbal tea, and some ate iced watermelon. Everyone had different choices and had their own preferences.
There was no room in the tea tent, so some unscrupulous people simply brought herbal tea and sat outside on the floor to drink it.
Song Qiu looked at it, thinking about what he had said to Liu Caigui's house yesterday before dark, asking them to make a few more benches, and they would probably be able to use them tomorrow.
The excitement lasted for a while, and the people resting in the tea shed gradually left and went on their way.
There were fewer people coming and going on this official road in the previous period.
Not long after, a group of people came into the tea shed, and it was the same convoy that came last time to transport wine.
I've been here once, so I'm obviously familiar with it.
The steward ordered mung bean soup for everyone, just like last time, and a piece of iced watermelon and a bowl of cold shrimp for himself.
Song Qiu took Zhang Lihua to the table one by one and took the time to wait.
By the time the group of people had finished drinking and rested, and then headed off, it was already almost noon.
After clearing the table and keeping it warm all morning, Song Qiu simply scooped up three bowls of cold shrimp, one for each person to quench their thirst.
After drinking mung bean soup for two days, I have had enough.
A bowl of ice-cold shrimp costs three pennies. Old Yuan refused to drink it no matter what he said. Song Qiu laughed, "We have already eaten the iced watermelon that costs five pennies a piece. Are we still afraid of the ice-cold shrimp?"
Old Yuan murmured, "That's different. The iced watermelon is leftover from the stall closing. It has been cut. If you don't eat it, you won't be able to sell it tomorrow. Of course, you have to eat it in order not to waste it."
However, Song Qiu had already started drinking spoonful by spoonful. Seeing that she didn't move, he said again: "The weather is too hot. Drink a bowl to cool down. Don't be reluctant to part with the milk. The cold shrimps made from pea flour that you stirred by yourself are still good."
Don’t you know that we only have two dollars to eat this bowl?”
Old Yuan listened and thought that a bowl of pea flour could indeed make a lot of cold shrimps. Seeing that her granddaughter had eaten all the food, she started eating as well.
Not to mention, these cold shrimps are delicious when eaten, so sweet.
Given those conditions, who wouldn’t hesitate to eat good stuff?
This is true.
As soon as I finished drinking the cold shrimp, someone came running in sweating profusely.
"Aunt Yuan, hurry up! Come to my house quickly. My wife fell down and became red, but she is about to give birth!"
The person who came was none other than Wang Dali, the son of the village butcher Wang. This man was so anxious that he rushed in with a face full of panic. Before he could finish his words, he pulled Old Yuan away and was about to leave.
"Why did you fall down? I remember that your daughter-in-law is due to give birth next month!" Old Yuan was shocked when she heard that someone had fallen down. Not long ago, she even went to have someone touch her.
I knew I wouldn't be able to give birth this month, so why did I fall down?
Wang Dali was also about to burst into tears, "She went to the village for a walk, but unexpectedly she fell. Aunt Yuan, please come with me quickly. When I saw Dahong, she was crying out in pain!"
After falling down, there is no use talking about it now. I just hope everything goes smoothly. Old Yuan quickly got up and followed him back to the village.
It was such a strong sun and it was more than a mile to go back to the village. Song Qiu was afraid that her mother would be tired after running back out of breath, so she quickly said: "Brother Dali, drive my mule cart, hurry up!"
Wang Dali was worried about his daughter-in-law at home, so he was not polite when he heard this. He quickly went to get the mule cart, helped Old Yuan aboard, and hurried to the village.
Wang Dali married his daughter-in-law last year. This was her first child, and she fell down before the time was up. I'm afraid this child will be difficult to give birth to.
Song Qiu estimated that her milk might not come back before it was collected, but if she delivered the baby in her own village, she would not be hungry for milk, so she was not worried.
After a while, when no one was passing by, Song Qiu sat down in a small iron pot and prepared to boil water to cook noodles.
Let's cook two bowls of saozi noodles and let her and Lihua fill their stomachs.
It was a coincidence that as soon as the noodles were cooked and churning, someone came to the tea shed.
Zhang Lihua hurried forward to say hello. The visitor did not even look at the bamboo sign. Seeing that there were pots and stoves, she directly asked what was there to eat?
The people passing by this point, just like the three big men yesterday, must be hungry and haven't eaten yet.
Of course it's good to eat some, but if you don't have to eat, just some tea and dry food will be fine.
Song Qiu looked up and saw that this man obviously had some dry food in the bag he placed on the table.
"There are sour seed noodles, sir, would you like a bowl?" Song Qiu asked.
"Do you have some noodles? Okay, then give me a bowl and a bowl of tea." The man said immediately.
The noodles were almost ready, and the amount of the noodles was two small bowls. But Song Qiu saw that he was a man, and men should have big appetites, so he simply used a big bowl to scoop up all the cooked noodles, and then poured two cups of noodles on them.
Spoon the chili meat sauce.
A bowl of fragrant steamed noodles was brought to the table, and Zhang Lihua also brought herbal tea.
The man took the chopsticks and looked at the big bowl of noodles and the old meat on top. He felt his saliva secrete and quickly stirred up the noodles and ate them.
Taking one bite into his mouth, the aroma of meat mixed with the taste of chili and the strong texture on it immediately made him give it a thumbs up.
"Little girl, these noodles are so delicious! I have eaten too many noodles elsewhere, but this is the first time I eat these spicy and fragrant meat noodles."
Song Qiu just pursed his lips and smiled, "You can eat it if you like, just do it casually."
In fact, if there is bean paste, the stir-fried meat sauce will be different.
The man was full of praises, and his actions showed that he was not telling lies. He fed the food into his mouth one chopstick at a time, with big mouthfuls, which made others feel hungry even if they didn't eat.
Suddenly there was a sound of swallowing saliva.
Song Qiu thought Lihua was hungry, and was about to turn around and tell her to continue cooking immediately, but saw that Lihua was washing the dishes, and it was not her voice.