Quick Wear: With the cub in hand, the world is mine

Tian Yan did what she said and bought a lot of flour, mung beans, black rice and other ingredients. She did not buy a tricycle. She planned to try limited trading near the primary school to see if the market was good. If the market was good, she would increase the quantity.

She cooked two pots of porridge early in the morning, one pot of eight-treasure porridge and one pot of white porridge, and also fried a large plate of dried radish and vegetables. She took the stainless steel plates and plastic spoons she bought in bulk, pushed the cart borrowed from Hua Ke's cousin's house, and pushed all the things out.

Hua Ke helped push the cart from the back, and Hua Qi followed Hua Zhong to the town today.

Tian Yan originally thought that it would be very strenuous, but she didn't expect Dahua to be so strong that she could pull the car by herself. This skill shocked Tian Yan. Now she no longer minds that Dahua eats too much.

Before we even pushed the porridge to the school, people passing by asked how much the porridge was.

They were all from the same village, and basically everyone in the neighborhood knew each other. Tian Yan said bluntly, "Eight-treasure porridge is one dollar a bowl, and white porridge is fifty cents a bowl. Chen Laoer, you can use your bowl. I'm saving these bowls for the kids at school."

"Okay, I haven't had eight-treasure porridge for a long time. Give me three bowls. Why did Sister Tian think of selling porridge?"

"I'm just bored. My family's land has been rented out to others for farming. My two granddaughters are grown up and can help me with things, so I want to find a small business to make money."

"That's true. You still have two sons who haven't married yet, so you really need to save money. I haven't seen Aqiang and Akang for a long time. Did they make a fortune out there?"

Make a fortune.

Tian Yan got angry when she thought about this. She quickly filled three servings of eight-treasure porridge into Chen Laoer's bowl and said, "Here you go. It's delicious and not expensive. There are all kinds of ingredients here."

Chen Laoer shared the porridge with his family and took a sip himself. This eight-treasure porridge was indeed good, sweet, soft, and sticky. Mrs. Tian was not lying.

"Mrs. Tian, ​​call me tomorrow when you pass by and I'll come back to buy it."

"Okay! Dahua, let's go!" Tian Yan put the three dollars into the cloth bag and happily called Hua Ke to push the cart.

Tian Yan pulled the cart to about 20 meters away from the school gate. There were stone steps next to it where people could sit. Hua Ke put her palm to her mouth and shouted, "Porridge for sale! Sweet eight-treasure porridge, cheap white porridge, everyone come and try it, it's delicious! Everyone come and have breakfast, it's good for your health."

The student who was tired of eating rice noodles walked over curiously and asked, "How much is a bowl?"

"Eight-treasure porridge is one dollar a bowl, white porridge is fifty cents a bowl, and you can order more white porridge after you finish it. The second bowl is free, and the green vegetables and dried radish are free."

"I want a bowl of eight-treasure porridge."

"Me too."

"I want a bowl of white porridge. Can I really have more if it's not enough?"

Hua Ke recognized him. He was in the sixth grade and was one of the two student representatives who led everyone in doing radio gymnastics.

"Plain porridge is fine. You can have three bowls."

The little boy smiled and said, "I don't eat that much. Two bowls are enough. The noodles in the grocery store are small in quantity and expensive. They can't fill my stomach."

Two bowls of white porridge cost only fifty cents, which was much better than the two yuan noodles. He could buy a lot of food with the money he saved.

Before class started, all of Tian Yan's porridge had been bought, and the big iron bucket that contained the porridge had been scraped clean.

"Grandma, luckily I had some porridge at home."

Tian Yan patted her purse and said, "It's okay. I'll give you one dollar. If you're hungry, go buy something to eat. Go to class. I can push the cart back by myself."

Tian Yan washed the plates used by the students with hot water and threw away all the spoons. Then she went back to her room contentedly to count the money.

Although eight-treasure porridge is more expensive than white porridge, Tian Yan is not stingy. She fills each bowl with plenty of food, and the children are full after eating one bowl. The dried radish she makes is very crisp and refreshing. Half of the children asked her for more after eating the first bowl of white porridge. She made a total of 50 yuan from the two kinds of porridge, not even deducting the cost of ingredients.

Tian Yan hid the money, fed the chickens, and then went to the vegetable garden to cut a basket of leeks. She would make some leek dumplings tomorrow. The leeks in her garden were very fragrant and would definitely sell well tomorrow.

Several neighbors with the same surname also came to chat with Tian Yan, and in a short while, everyone in the village knew that Tian Yan had gone to do business.

"Yanzi, is your porridge selling well?"

"It's selling so well, I feel like I didn't make enough today."

"Why did you suddenly start a business? I heard that your kids have sent you money. Isn't 4,000 yuan a month enough for you to spend?"

"Who told you I have more than 4,000 yuan? That's not true! If I had that much money, would I have to buy porridge?"

Which gossiper is starting to make trouble for her family again? She only got 1500 yuan, but others said it was more than 4000 yuan. It's really a rumor-mongering thing, and there are so many gossipers. Are you so idle that you have pulled out all the weeds in the field?

"Well, I also heard it from others. How much money did you earn today?" The man was tactless and continued to ask Tian Yan about her income.

Tian Yan threw a handful of leeks next to her and said, "I didn't make much money. How much money can I make from selling porridge? Since you have so much free time, help me pick out the yellow and rotten leeks."

"I'm busy. I have to go back to cook."

"I am also busy. Ask your daughters to work. These money-losing girls in the family are born to work. My clothes are washed by the two maids. They are so old but they still can't wash the clothes clean. Look at my cuffs, they are still black."

Tian Yan couldn't bear to hear the word "losing goods" now. Her daughters Dahua and Erhua were not losing goods, and neither was she. "How old are your two granddaughters? How dare you say that? If you think they can't be cleaned, just wash them yourself."

Several people noticed that Tian Yan looked unwell, so three of them left, leaving only Hua Ke's third aunt-in-law to help Tian Yan prepare the leeks.

The next morning, Tian Yan did not cook eight-treasure porridge. She only had white porridge and leek and egg dumplings. Hua Ke went to bed early and got up early, so she came to the kitchen to help her.

At around seven o'clock, Tian Yan brought the sisters Hua Ke and Hua Qi to the same place as yesterday.

Some students are already waiting.

"Why is there no eight-treasure porridge today? I want to eat eight-treasure porridge."

"We're not afraid that you'll get bored, so we always cook white porridge at home, and we'll also have steamed buns, pumpkin cakes, etc."

Hua Ke was in charge of collecting money and shouting, while Tian Yan came to distribute the porridge and dumplings. Hua Qi followed her sister and howled twice, then sat down to eat with the other children.

In the shop, fewer and fewer students came to eat noodles. Li Dagui had a serious expression on his face. Yesterday he saw Hua Zhong's wife pushing a cart passing by his house, selling breakfast in front. He didn't expect her to come again today. Now half of the students in his shop are gone!

Last year, the son of a school teacher opened a stationery store in front of the school, which directly affected the profits of his store. But he couldn't say anything because the teacher had taught him and was still teaching him, so he couldn't say anything. Now a woman came to steal his business, which was really infuriating!

As a woman, why don’t you stay at home and work instead of coming out to sell breakfast?

"Li Dagui, why are the rice noodles you give less and less? My grandson says he can't even eat enough." An old customer said dissatisfiedly.

"How can it be less? It's obviously the same as before. Don't you see how big your grandson is? Why don't you say he eats a lot? If you are not full, don't come to me."

The child had a strong sense of self-esteem and felt that Li Dagui was mocking him for being fat. Anyway, his grandfather didn't give him any money, so he simply pulled the old man over and said, "Grandpa, we don't want to eat noodles anymore. There's a stall selling eight-treasure porridge in front. I'll eat the eight-treasure porridge and won't come here to buy anything anymore."

It’s not like his is the only small shop in the village!

Hearing this, Li Dagui's face turned black. Come or not, I'm not willing to sell it to him! He has so many opinions just for eating noodles!