Looking at the rice dumplings filled with wooden basins and barrels, Song Qiu couldn't help but smile so satisfied.
Although it was a tiring day today and my arms and hands were so tired, the results were quite satisfying.
All the reservations and other rice dumplings that can be sold have been made. These are all money! How can people be dissatisfied?
I made an agreement with old Mrs. Deng to get up in the middle of the night to use their stove to cook rice dumplings, and asked Zhang Lihua to help. Tomorrow, we would go to town to sell rice dumplings. Old Mrs. Yuan gave her sixty wages today.
Lao Deng, after eating the leftover pumpkin porridge from lunch, the grandfather and grandson went to bed early.
I was a bit busy today, and I went to bed later than the day before yesterday, but I had to cook more rice dumplings, so I was only going to sleep for an hour and a half. At around nine o'clock in the evening, Song Qiu went to bed.
Get up quickly.
She had told Zhang Lihua a long time ago, so Zhang Lihua made preparations on her own and got up at about the same time.
Song Qiu lit a fire in the big stove of his family's stove and put the rice dumplings under the water. He watched the fire for Old Yuan, and then he and Zhang Lihua moved a wooden basin of rice dumplings over to the Zhang family's stove to light a fire and cook the rice dumplings.
In this way, if the two pots are cooked together, so many rice dumplings can be cooked before Yinshi.
While the rice dumplings were boiling in both pots, Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua talked in front of the stove. They spoke in a low voice. At this point, the rest of the Zhang family was sleeping soundly, and they were not afraid of anyone hearing them.
Song Qiu estimated the rice dumplings made this afternoon and happily told Zhang Lihua how much they could sell for tomorrow.
"The number of rice dumplings we have reserved is seventy-one bunches of nine-zi zongzi, three hundred and twenty large rice dumplings. Half of the deposit has been collected. If we pay the remaining money to the rice dumplings tomorrow, we will get a thousand in total.
Six hundred and seventy bucks!"
"There are still some leftover rice dumplings to make. There are about ninety-five big rice dumplings and thirty-six bunches of nine-zi rice dumplings. If we sell them all, we can make about 600 yuan!"
Zhang Lihua was not good at settling accounts, but she grinned happily when Song Qiu said, "Can we get so much money tomorrow? We are really rich!"
Song Qiu also pursed his lips and smiled, "Let's sell it for now. After a few days, we won't sell the rice dumplings anymore. Let's settle the final score. Each person can always get at least one or two halves of the money."
"When the time comes, let's use fifty big bucks to eat delicious food and sell fun things!" Zhang Lihua waved her hand and said very proudly.
Song Qiu looked at it and couldn't help laughing, "Okay!"
While they were talking and laughing, the rice dumplings in the pot were boiling and bubbling.
Song Qiu ran on both sides, and after looking at both sides again and again, he estimated that the time was almost up, so he got up the pot and started cooking the second round of big rice dumplings.
There were about 400 large rice dumplings in total. Fortunately, the pot was big, so even if they were packed together, it would take five pots to cook them all.
In the third round, one pot will cook the remaining large rice dumplings, and the other pot will start cooking the small rice dumplings. One pot can hold thirty or forty skewers.
In this way, when all the rice dumplings were cooked, it was also the Yin hour, and there was no need to delay. Wu Jin was already waiting outside, and when he saw this, he also helped to move the things to the bullock cart.
By the time the bullock carts started to set off, it was almost half past Yin hour.
Friday Jin didn't dare to delay, and didn't even bother to say a few words along the way. He drove hard and hurried on. When he finally arrived in the town, it was already broad daylight.
Friday Jin drove the bullock cart directly to the market as usual and helped move the things to the stalls that Old Yuan had found. Almost as soon as they arrived, there were already many people waiting.
"Why is it so late today? We have been waiting for a long time!"
"I thought you wouldn't come!"
"..."
These are all sounds like this.
Song Qiu quickly apologized and said that there were too many rice dumplings. He had started cooking them last night and was busy now.
After all, it's too far from town.
It was not that everyone was unkind, they were relieved when they saw someone coming, but they just couldn't wait for the rice dumplings, so they just said a few more words.
Without saying much, Song Qiu quickly took out the rag, and according to the records on it, started to call his name and pay the remaining money to Zongzi.
Old Yuan and Zhang Lihua were very busy, one was collecting money and the other was busy counting rice dumplings for the guests.
The three of them were almost too busy, and in front of the stall, in addition to people who had made reservations, there were also people who had not made reservations, who were also waiting to buy zongzi. It was quite lively, and almost a whole street of people gathered here, watching.
It's really jaw-dropping.
Even those who didn't know what was going on couldn't help but ask a few questions when they entered the market. When they heard it was a rice dumpling seller, they all came over.
In this way, there are more and more people in front of this stall, and there is no shortage at all. Although the people who made reservations got the rice dumplings and left the queue, the people who came to watch the fun quickly filled up.
At this time, more than half of the people recorded on the rag were already in the process, and the people taking turns were paying money to get the rice dumplings. When Song Qiu saw that it was almost done, he called out the name of the next person.
The person who was called smiled and squeezed forward, "It's finally my turn. I've been waiting for a long time. Give it to me quickly!"
Zhang Lihua was also listening to Song Qiubao's count of rice dumplings. When she saw someone approaching, she quickly counted the rice dumplings and tied them into a string with a straw rope before handing them over.
Song Qiu stopped her, looked at the man with a smile on his face and said, "Are you Wang Sanming?"
"Really? I'm not Wang Sanming, who is! Give it to me quickly, I've been waiting for a long time!" The man said, reaching around to take the rice dumpling in Zhang Lihua's hand.
Hearing Song Qiu's tone, Zhang Lihua took a cautious step back. The man stretched out his hand, but it was in vain.
Song Qiu looked at this man, but shook his head and said: "No, I remember that Wang Sanming the day before yesterday was about thirty years old. There was a word the size of a rice grain on the left side of his nose. He was also taller. You are not Wang Sanming."
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When the people watching the excitement heard this, they were a little surprised. They didn't know Wang Sanming, but they just heard Song Qiu say this. When they looked at the man, he must be in his forties, let alone the left side of his nose.
Yes, there is not even a mole on the entire face.
The man looked calm. He looked at Song Qiu and said, "There are so many people making reservations here, little girl, how can you really remember everyone so clearly? I am Wang Sanming. If you insist that I am not, do you want to swallow the rice dumplings I ordered?"
?I ordered thirty big rice dumplings, ten skewers and nine rice dumplings!"
Mo Da, the shopkeeper of Wantong Bank, who had been waiting next to him, was originally the last one to book on the rag. He was waiting. When he saw this situation, he couldn't help but smile on his face and said: "Little girl, I see you are such a ghost."
The number of rice dumplings is correct when you draw Tao Hu, so why can't you figure out the person? This person is really not Wang Sanming, are you so sure?"
Others onlookers also looked at Song Qiu curiously, wanting to hear what she had to say. This man called himself Wang Sanming. How could this little girl be so sure that he was not Wang Sanming?
How could she really remember so many people so clearly?
For a time, the crowd was excited.
Seeing this, Mr. Yuan was afraid that her granddaughter would suffer a loss, so she quickly said: "My granddaughter has a good memory since she was a child. She never forgets people she meets. If she says it's not the case, then it definitely isn't the case!"