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For three days in a row, Zhang Ercui and Chongming were able to earn more than 600 coins a day. In just seven days, the stall earned three taels of silver, which was equivalent to the family's income for most of the year.

It just so happened that Li Huaiqing’s birthday was approaching, so before setting up the stall, Zhou Qiaoping asked Zhang Ercui to ask them if they could come back.

In the morning, when Fubao woke up and had breakfast, he saw the vermicelli that his grandfather had already made. There was a long string of vermicelli hanging. He said happily: "Grandpa, the vermicelli is ready! I want to eat it!"

Li Huaiqing: "Ask your grandma to make you pork stewed with vermicelli for lunch."

Fubao said happily: "Great!"

The two stood in the yard. Fubao looked toward the window and found a pile of strange things: "What is that?"

Li Huaiqing: "It seems that your aunt bought it, beef stomach and pig blood. But your grandmother didn't know how to cook it, so she just left it there. If it didn't work, she fed it to Xiao Hui."

Fubao's eyes lit up: "Isn't that just tripe? I want to eat it."

Li Huaiqing frowned: "Why do you want to try everything? This stuff is not delicious."

Fubao: "How can it not taste good?"

Li Huaiqing: "Oh, it can't be cleaned and it has a weird smell. The butchers think it takes up too much space."

Fubao: "Grandpa, let's wash it. I know how to eat it."

Li Huaiqing endured the peculiar smell, fetched a bucket of water, took a pair of scissors and cut it open, taking out all the grass juice inside.

Fubao came over and covered his nose: "It stinks!"

Li Huaiqing smiled and said, "Then do you still want to eat?"

Fu Bao hesitated for a moment but finally nodded: "I want to eat."

Li Huaiqing smiled as he cleaned them with water, turning them over one by one and rinsing them with clean water. It took a while to clean them up.

Li Huaiqing: "Okay, it's clean."

Fubao quickly took out some flour and salt: "Grandpa needs to use this to wash it again."

Li Huaiqing frowned and said, "These are flour and salt, such precious things, how can they be used for this?"

Fubao pouted: "Wash it, wash it, otherwise it won't be clean."

Li Huaiqing sighed, working tirelessly, and took the flour and salt to clean the cow's stomach twice more.

Fubao: "That's good now. There's definitely no weird smell."

Li Huaiqing: "You little greedy cat, you can think of any tricks."

Before he finished speaking, a tall and burly man walked in, carrying a bulging gray bag on his back, and stood in front of the door, looking exhausted.

Fubao looked in the direction of the footsteps and exclaimed in surprise, "Dad! You're back!" It had been three or four days since they last met, and Li Shuangrong's clothes had become worn out, with white cotton showing through the navy blue fabric.

Li Shuangrong asked happily: "Do you miss your father?"

Fubao ran over and hugged his legs: "I miss you so much. Mother misses you too."

At noon, the family sat around the table. Zhou Qiaoping cooked a big pot of pork stewed with vermicelli and also prepared two refreshing vegetables.

Zhou Qiaoping: "Where's your brother? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Li Shuangrong: "My eldest brother is helping my eldest sister-in-law sell food and will be back in the afternoon."

Zhou Qiaoping: "Then how many days can you come back and stay?"

Li Shuangrong swallowed the food in his mouth and replied, "Three days. It's enough for Dad to celebrate his birthday before leaving."

Zhou Qiaoping wanted to say something else, but Li Huaiqing said impatiently, "Okay, stop asking. Let the child eat well."

……

When Zhang Ercui got home in the afternoon, she was surprised by the vermicelli and tripe in the yard. It was a cold day, and there were piles of food here and there in the yard.

Although the imperial court has taken action to lower the price of grain, no other family in the village is as wealthy as they are.

As soon as Fubao heard the voice, he rushed out to greet her: "Aunt! Make me something delicious."

Zhang Ercui raised her eyebrows and said, "Eat, eat, eat. All you do all day is eat."

Fu Bao was not annoyed: "Let's have hot pot on Grandpa's birthday."

Zhang Ercui: "What is hot pot?"

Fubao: "Just cook the base of the pot first. We can prepare two flavors of soup. Then prepare some raw meat and vegetables, and cook while you eat."

Zhang Ercui: "It's so troublesome, why not just cook it in one pot."

Fubao: "Oh, auntie. Eating is all about feeling. It tastes better that way."

Zhang Ercui agreed, considering that her idea had earned her so much money, "Whatever. Tell me what you want? I'll prepare it for you."

……

On the afternoon of the second day, Fubao sat anxiously at the door, and finally saw a woman and a young man walking towards them from afar.

Fubao: "Aunt, brother, you are back."

Chongming: "Hey, the mushrooms you asked for, mom has checked them and said they are edible."

Zhang Ercui: "You said you wanted a spicy soup base, so do you have to buy chili peppers?"

Fu Bao immediately took out a pot of chili peppers from the space: "Please help me make it. There will be plenty of chili peppers!"

The few of them didn't bother to clean up and went into the kitchen. Fubao was in charge, frying the bottom of the pot and cutting the meat. It took half an hour to prepare the ingredients for dinner.

Zhao Xiuer had borrowed a copper hot pot from somewhere early in the morning and placed it in the middle of the table.

Fubao: “It’s done!”

At dinner time, the old man was surrounded by his family and sat at the table. He looked at the raw meat and asked in confusion, "What are you going to do?"

Fubao said with a smile: "Dad, light the fire."

Li Shuangrong quickly lit the fire, and soon the two kinds of soup in the pot began to boil, emitting steam.

Zhang Ercui picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and dipped it in the pot, then put the cooked meat into the old man's dipping sauce: "Dad, please try it."

Li Huaiqing stuffed the meat into his mouth with some doubt. The rich freshness of the mushrooms and the salty fragrance of the sesame paste blended together, which was very delicious.

Li Huaiqing: "What kind of way is this? It smells really good."

Fu Bao said happily: "This is called hot pot, do you like it, Grandpa?"

Li Huaiqing smiled happily and said, "This is Fubao's idea, so of course Grandpa likes it. Let's start eating."

Half of the pot is filled with bright red butter, and the other half is filled with delicious mushroom soup, catering to both tastes.

The whole family imitated Zhang Ercui, simmering the meat and vegetables in the pot and eating with the sauce: "Mm - so delicious."

Today is the old man's birthday. Except for my uncle, everyone is here. Fubao is not stingy and finds a bottle of white wine from his space. The family eats and drinks happily.

……

Zhang Ercui: "I don't think that stall will last much longer."

Fubao: "Why? Is the river channel going to be dug?"

Li Shuangrong: "This is something that cannot be done. Although there are many people, no one actually wants to work hard. They are slacking off every day. Whoever pays them can choose not to work. Now the people in charge of us have been replaced twice in three days..."

Fubao: "How much money do you have to pay so that you and uncle don't have to go?"

Li Shuangrong: "Two taels per person, and you don't have to go. But we haven't been paid yet."

Zhang Ercui: "Wu Laoliu has been replaced. The new manager is very demanding and asks me to show my respect to him in different ways every day."

Fu Bao frowned: "There are so many people on the construction site, so we can sell them all. If we go to another place, it may not be the case."

Zhang Ercui sighed: "Let's sell it first. After all, any profit is good."

Fu Bao's eyes turned, and he suddenly remembered what Wang San said before, that there were many food vendors near the pier: "Auntie, is the pier far from here?"

Li Huaiqing: "It's in the town, at a small dock. There aren't many people working there, but the pay is not bad, anyway it's more than what you're doing on the construction site now."

Fubao: "Then maybe we can go to another place. Dad and uncle don't have to go to the construction site anymore. Four taels of silver is something our family can always afford."

Zhou Qiaoping: "If you can avoid going, then don't go. Tomorrow is the last day of sales. Pay them the money and then come back."

Li Shuangrong agreed silently, and the next day he took Fubao to pack up all the tents.

At this moment, an unexpected person appeared in front of Li's door.