After coming back to his senses, Zhang Heng hurriedly went to the dry goods area to take a look. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little shocked. Starch actually cost eight yuan a pound, dried sweet potato strips ranged from a few yuan to more than ten yuan, and sweet potato powder also cost.
** yuan per pound, these are only in bulk, the packaged ones on the shelf are more expensive.
Zhang Heng nodded vigorously. Not to mention other things, he could make a lot of money just by growing a large number of sweet potatoes in the primitive space. Sweet potatoes can be processed into starch, vermicelli, dried sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, sweet potato jelly, sweet potato skins, and sweet potato cakes.
... He will make these things purely by hand. The village still processes starch purely by hand. Primitive people can also process it without the need for technology or machinery.
He looked at the time and saw that it was getting late. He had to go back and see how the Ye'er cakes sold at home were doing. He had seen several customers weighing things but then secretly putting them down in the corner. He immediately understood that this must be the case.
I thought the price of the scale was too expensive, so I didn’t want it.
The three leaf cakes he was carrying were also expensive, but he still planned to take them home to try the taste and compare the two bean paste leaf cakes worth NT$51 each. After thinking about it, he decided to try them out in the snack area.
I chose a lot of snacks that my sister liked to eat. The science subject he chose in high school made him very sensitive to numbers. He stopped after choosing about 100 yuan. That was almost enough. It would be difficult to take back too much.
As people lined up to check out, all of this made him feel novel, but he was trying to adapt to it. For example, if you get to a bus in the village, you only have to yell: "Master, stop!"
You can stop at any time, but you have to reach the stop sign before you can get off or ride the bus!
Another example is when he was checking out now, he saw someone swiping his card. He didn't expect that he could check out without taking out the money in the card. This was so convenient and technological. It seemed that he also used his card when paying tuition.
After carrying two large bags of snacks out of the supermarket, Zhang Heng rushed into the market in one breath. It was about three bus stops away, and it took only a short time to arrive. As he ran, he thought that maybe he should consider buying a computer.
He has never been online, but the monitor often does. His major in college is computer software. If he doesn’t know anything, he will definitely not be able to keep up with the progress in school. His mother will definitely be disappointed if his grades are not good.
But he now has the money to buy a computer, but... he still has to let his mother make a lot of money as soon as possible. It would be best if he could make his mother make a lot of money without knowing the original space.
Bypassing the shop at home, he rushed home in one breath. Fortunately, the door to the courtyard was closed and no one was home. He quickly went into the house and hid the snacks for the time being. When he looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock. As he walked around,
It took nearly four hours, and I really didn’t feel anything at all.
At this time, he was about to go to the market, but unexpectedly he saw his mother coming back, "Mom, what are you doing?" It wasn't time to cook yet.
The mother replied excitedly: "Son, it's popular. Our Ye'erba is popular."
"What's so hot?" Zhang Heng asked. Although he was guessing, he couldn't believe it. It was only one morning.
"You silly kid, of course Ye'erba is very popular. You've already sold four steamers and gone out. Please help mom make some snacks together." The mother said happily.
"Why did you sell four steamers so quickly? Didn't you make more than two hundred yuan at once?" Zhang Heng asked again in confusion. A large steamer can hold fifty or sixty.
While packing up the remaining steamers, my mother replied: "Mom didn't expect the business to be so good. Many people came to sell it for the second time. In just a few hours, I could make as much money as I made from selling pork for a whole day."
Zhang Heng was overjoyed. No matter how the process went, he was happy when his family could make money. He quickly helped his mother. There were nine layers in the steamer, and the family still had three layers left, and there was still a lot of meat filling left. It didn't take much meat to make a cake.
, most of them still have salted vegetables, flour is enough for the time being, and leaves are enough for the time being.
After he finished mixing the flour, his mother said, "Son, go to the shop and ride the tricycle back, bring back the empty steamer, and sell a briquette stove and a big pot by the way."
Zhang Heng nodded, took the money from his mother and ran out. He vaguely thought of how to help the family make money, such as selling leaf cakes. He just steamed the cakes and came up with a simple idea, and it was his mother who implemented it later.
I'm busy. In this case, it's much simpler. Let my mother think about how to make money. After all, my mother has been in business for so many years, and he can't compare with her.
He only needs to provide items that can make money. These items are already in the original space, and there are many more waiting for him to discover.
As soon as he entered the market, Zhang Heng suddenly understood what fire meant. In the alleys near the butcher shop, he actually saw many people eating leaf cakes. Not only the people who came to buy things, but also many stall owners.
While eating Ye'er cake, words such as "delicious" came out of everyone's mouth from time to time.
Zhang Heng was very excited when he heard that, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace. The closer to the butcher shop, the more people were eating Ye'er cake. A rough calculation showed that there were dozens of people. It seemed that it was really popular. If it were eaten every day
With such a good business, why else do we sell pork at home?
Looking closer, my sister was busy selling pork, Aunt Chen was selling leaf cakes, and there were several customers waiting in front of the steamer.
"Brother, you're here!" my sister shouted.
Zhang Heng nodded and walked into the shop, which was actually just behind the stone slab. "How much did you sell?"
Aunt Chen took the cake and replied: "The fifth basket is almost sold out."
Zhang Heng stepped forward and took a look in surprise. Sure enough, the upper four floors were empty. Then he heard an old man in front of him say: "The leaf cake you make is so delicious that I have come here for the second time."
Without thinking, my sister answered: "That's right, the meat we use to make cakes is all carefully selected fresh meat, and the salt vegetables and peppercorns are all brought from the countryside. The taste is of course authentic."
The uncle replied cheerfully: "Yes, I can eat with confidence even if it comes to your butcher shop."
"Uncle, please rest assured. We have been selling meat in our butcher shop for seven or eight years, and there has never been any problem with the meat we sell." My sister answered with a smile on her face.
At this time, a woman buying meat also answered: "What the little boss said is true. I have been buying meat here. The meat is very good, there is no water in it, and the price is fair. This cake smells very fragrant."
Yes, give me a few too."
"Okay, one dollar and a half, buy seven for free, it only costs ten dollars." Aunt Chen answered.
The woman smiled and said: "Then give me seven. If you can't finish them, steam them and heat them up for breakfast tomorrow morning."
Zhang Heng watched from the side and found that not only his sister was very powerful, but Aunt Chen was also very powerful. Compared with him, she was really good at talking. It seemed that selling things was really a training exercise!
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