There are two classes in the morning, and there will be time for meals between classes. The county school has a canteen. Of course, you can also choose to go out to eat, or have family members bring food to you. This is very relaxed.
Cheng Zhongqian ate directly in the cafeteria. After buying food, he took out the steamed buns and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Cheng Zhongqian didn't seem to feel that he should eat or drink.
"Hey, why are the boy's steamed buns yellow?"
Zhu Wencheng looked up and saw that it was true!
"When did the canteen open? Why didn't I see it?" Zhu Wencheng asked.
Others said they hadn't seen it either.
Zhu Wencheng stared at it for a long time. Cheng Zhongqian's food was very delicious, but that was not the point. The poor boy had such strange things, but he didn't. Isn't that ridiculous?!
He kicked Feng Xiu and said arrogantly: "Go and ask."
Feng Xiu was wearing a long gown, which was just the roughest coarse cloth. There were torn and sewn patches in several places, and the color was even grayer. She was born short in front of Zhu Wencheng, who cost several taels of silver for a piece of clothing.
One end.
After patting the shoe marks on his trouser legs, Feng Xiu stood up and asked.
"Cheng Langjun, where did you buy this steamed bun?"
Cheng Zhongqian raised his head and glanced at Zhu Wencheng not far away. He remembered what Ling Bao said. He said, "My family made it and they are selling it on the street."
Feng Xiu cupped his hands, thanked him, and went back to resume his duties.
"Hey, why do I think it's a good thing? It turns out it's made by myself." Zhu Wencheng sneered.
Feng Xiu said nothing and lowered his head to eat his food.
Zhu Wencheng called his bookboy and asked him to buy some.
"Buy more and tell me that I will take care of his family's business." He said maliciously, "I will also share it with others to try."
Feng Xiu frowned slightly, but in the end she said nothing.
He was able to enter the county school thanks to the support of the Zhu family. It's better not to worry about what Zhu Wencheng did, because he wouldn't listen anyway.
The boy took the order and went immediately.
When I arrived at the place, I saw that everyone was sold out and ready to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute, there's not a single yellow steamed bun left?"
Cheng Yi said: "No, you can come back tomorrow morning."
The book boy is not happy. If he goes back empty-handed, his young master will definitely be angry, and he will not be able to reap the benefits.
"I am the school boy of Master Zhu Wencheng from the county school. I heard that it is the business of Cheng Langjun's family, so I came here to take care of it. I can't explain it without you. Isn't it convenient for you to make another cage now? I want them all.
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Cheng Yi was outspoken and said whatever came to his mind. He said with some pride: "No matter how much I need to take care of, I won't be able to sell it!"
Bookboy: "..."
"It turns out he is my father's classmate." Cheng Yun nudged Cheng Yi with his elbow and took a step forward. "But it is indeed gone today. Our home is far away and it takes too much time to go back and forth. We will come again tomorrow."
The book boy had no choice but to go back with a sad face.
Sure enough, when he heard him say that he was late and didn't buy anything, Zhu Wencheng kicked him angrily and cursed him for using useless things.
Sometimes people just owe.
I didn't think the yellow steamed buns were that good at first, but others had them but he didn't, which made me feel itchy!
Zhu Wencheng didn't give Cheng Zhongqian a good look all day long.
However, Cheng Zhongqian didn't even know that Zhu Wencheng didn't give him a good look. He didn't care about unlearned and irrelevant people at all.
I counted when I got home in the evening and found that I earned 140 Wen today!
For one penny a steamed bun, I made a total of 140 buns and sold them all without any leftover!
The king danced excitedly: "Lingbao, this is all your fault! You are a smart baby!"
Ling Bao covered his face in embarrassment and smiled: "It's not my fault alone, it's the eldest brother, second brother, dad, and the king, it's all our family's fault!"
That’s right, family members working together can make a difference!
"One hundred coins a day, ten days is enough money!"
There is no money to be made from selling turmeric, but turmeric is not available all the time. Only a spoonful of turmeric powder is enough to dye steamed buns.
"Grind some more turmeric powder and store it." Cheng Yun said.
Cheng Yi: "We have to buy some more flour. If we keep doing it at this rate, our flour will be gone in a few days."
"Okay, let's buy it tomorrow. I'll just buy some milk and try to see if it can lighten the spots." Cheng Yun said thoughtfully, "If it works, it will add another income."
The next day I got up early again.
Although they got up early, the thought of making money made Lingbao and the others very motivated and did not feel sleepy at all.
I did more work today than yesterday. I used all the bamboo baskets at home and had to get another basin to hold them.
When we arrived at the place, the son who had been clamoring for something yesterday but couldn't buy it was actually waiting early, with a seven or eight-year-old boy beside him.
"You are here!" the man said, "My family has been clamoring for this since yesterday. I said I would buy it today, and they woke me up early in the morning. Can I still eat two of his steamed buns?"
Lingbao sat on the trolley, blinked and asked, "Do you like yellow steamed buns?"
"I like it!" said the little boy. "My friends laughed at me yesterday. Humph, I am the first one today!"
After taking the steamed buns, the little boy left happily.
I guess it became a little famous yesterday. Customers came in an endless stream as soon as it opened, and many of them were repeat customers from yesterday.
Zhu Wencheng's bookboy also came, a little late. He glanced at the bamboo basket and said, "Is this all left? I want them all. You can send them over with me."
As soon as this statement came out, others were not happy.
"What's the matter with you? Haven't you seen us all queuing up?"
"You want it all before others have finished buying it. Why do you want it?"
"Go, go, line up if you want!"
Being criticized by so many people, the book boy became angry and asked: "Do you know who I am?"
"Who do we care about you? Even the county magistrate cannot be unreasonable. Besides, are you the county magistrate?"
Ling Bao wrinkled his nose, Dad, the schoolboy of his classmate, was so rude, he had to follow the order.
"You have to queue up, and it won't be your turn until they finish buying."
Book boy: "What are you doing, you little girl!"
Ling Bao puffed up her cheeks, what happened to the girl doll? This good idea was hers!
Cheng Yun frowned, with a hint of coldness hidden in his eyes, and said calmly: "If you want to buy, line up. If you don't line up, don't buy."
Cheng Yi couldn't hide his words and said with a sneer: "Why is my sister just getting involved?"
He also deliberately said to Ling Bao: "Ling Bao, if you want to sell it to him, sell it to him. If you don't want to sell it to him, don't sell it. My eldest brother and I will listen to you. You can mix in whatever you want."
With his brother's support, Ling Bao's waist suddenly straightened up and he hummed, "I won't sell it to him anymore!"
Their yellow steamed buns are worth selling!
The bookboy said angrily: "You guys!"
"The little boss said he won't sell it to you, why don't you go away?!" The other party pushed the book boy away.