The Second Sister of a Farmer's Family's Path to Imperial Destiny

Looking at the woman with red eyes, Guo Xin probably guessed that this was another unfortunate person, but she didn't intend to meddle in other people's business. Her family had not escaped poverty yet, so she couldn't care so much. When one day she really became the largest businessman in this feudal dynasty, it would be nice to be a kind-hearted person and accumulate merits.

"Girl, yes, we have a lot at home."

"Then you can send it to Erya's home in Guojia Village, Cixi Town later. You will know the answer when you ask there." After saying that, he handed over ten cents as a deposit.

The woman nodded repeatedly and was almost about to kowtow to Guo Xin.

"Sister, what is cassava used for?" Sidan asked as he followed Guo Xin.

Guo Xin didn't say much, because this was still in the market, there were many people and it was noisy. If he told others, it would be like exposing his business secrets: "Make something to eat."

At the end of the market, I saw a government office shouting, "Be orderly and pay taxes on time."

Hearing this, Guo Xin became concerned, fearing that setting up a stall in this county town would not be that easy.

……

They soon arrived in town by carriage. Guo Xin thought that the stall was about to open, so he went to find Uncle Yang.

"Uncle, we came to buy some things from you."

Uncle Yang was counting money when he suddenly heard a familiar voice, as if it was Erya. He raised his head suddenly, looked at the neatly dressed Guo Xin and her brother, and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Uncle," Guo Ruo spoke first. She was the person who came to the town the most with her mother, so naturally she knew Uncle.

"Uncle?" Guo Zhi and Guo Xi looked at the weathered but still strong man in front of them with some confusion. It was the first time they met their uncle.

"I thought my uncle had been setting up stalls for many years and should be familiar with the business. I planned to ask about the difference between setting up stalls in the town and in the county, and buy eight kilograms of duck bones, duck blood, duck intestines, duck gizzards and duck livers."

“You guys want to set up a stall?”

"Yes"

Hearing the affirmative answer, Uncle Yang said nothing more. He cut the things Guo Xin wanted and explained attentively: "In the town, stalls are set up on the street at will. The government offices here don't manage them strictly. It can also be said that there is no extra money to give to the government offices, so you can see stalls everywhere. The markets you see are also because they are popular there, so they are generally concentrated there. But no matter where you set up a stall, you have to charge a fee, five cents a day."

"If you set up a stall in the county, the government office will be much stricter. They make more money, and the government office will inspect more often. There are designated places for setting up stalls. Not only do you have to pay ten cents a day, but you also have to pay 10% of the sales to the county government as a tax, so the money collected is higher. If you want to set up a stall, I still suggest you do it in the town. This way we can take care of each other. Even if you make less money than in the county, you will pay more money to the county."

After hearing this, Guo Xin decided to set up a stall in the town. Although he didn't make much money, things in the village were just starting out and he couldn't go too far. Besides, if he set up a stall in the town, he could take care of Uncle Yang and he could help with anything.

Of course, they didn't have that much duck at home, so they went to the stall next door to get some more before handing the duck to Guo Xin.

"Thank you, uncle. After hearing what you said, I plan to set up a stall in town. I'll bring some to you then."

Uncle Yang said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll go and show my support then."

Guo Xin went to the market again and bought a stove, sweet potato vermicelli, bowls and chopsticks, tables and chairs for setting up a stall. He also spent 500 coins to buy a wooden cart from a carriage and horse shop.

……

At the hour of Yin the next day, Guo Zhi and Guo Xi stayed at home to teach the workers how to bake taro chips, while Guo Ruo and Guo Xin took the newly bought wooden cart to the town to set up a stall.

Because there were no ox carts, only people pushing them, it was already the morning of the morning by the time we entered the town.

They found a corner in the market, squeezed in, laid the cart flat, put the stove on the ground, and placed two wooden barrels, about the size of an arm, on the ground, one filled with soaked vermicelli and the other filled with boiled duck soup.

There was a wooden basin on the cart. When the lid was opened, there were several ceramic bowls inside, filled with packaged duck blood, duck intestines, duck gizzards, duck liver, onions and coriander. There was also a very small bowl filled with a sauce made from Evodia rutaecarpa. Next to the cart were a table and four stools.

Soon, the market became lively, with the cries of vendors selling vegetables, meat, fish and snacks rising one after another, mixed in with the voices of a few aunts and uncles bargaining for vegetables, as well as the urging voices of some people who came to buy breakfast or were in a hurry to go to work. The atmosphere was full of the flavor of life.

Guo Xin lit the stove, and the surroundings were immediately filled with steam and smoke, which was particularly attractive in this winter. Soon, a woman who came to buy vegetables with her child gathered around and stared at the cart.

"Auntie, would you like one?" Guo Ruo greeted her in a familiar manner, "This is guaranteed to be extremely delicious, and a taste I have never tasted before."

"You've never eaten it?" The woman looked at Guo Ruo in confusion, somewhat unconvinced that there could be any new thing in this small town, and on this small stall.

I was just about to take the child away, but the duck bone soup was boiling hot on the stove, and the aroma filled my nose, so I couldn't move my legs.

"Aunt, give me a bowl." Guo Xin scooped up a spoonful of cooked vermicelli from the stove and put it in the bowl that Guo Ruo had stacked. The cooked vermicelli collided with the cold air, and a puff of white smoke rose up: "If you buy it, you will be the first customer. The original price of 10 cents a bowl will be 7 cents, which is a 30% discount."

Looking at the steaming soup in the pot with a thin layer of oil floating on it, I decided to eat here. Seven cents a bowl with meat and a discount, it was a good deal. With this in mind, I pulled the child next to me to sit down and shouted, "Give me a bowl, and give me an extra pair of chopsticks."

"Okay~" Guo Xin said with a cheerful tone. Today was finally the first order. As long as there was a customer to start with, the rest would be easy.

Guo Xin scooped up a large spoonful of duck soup that had been simmering for hours and put it into the bowl. He then asked, "Aunt, do you like spicy food? If you want, you can add more. It's on the cart."

Guo Ruo helped bring the duck blood vermicelli soup to the table and carefully explained to the woman what was in it.

The weather was really cold, but after eating a bowl of steaming hot vermicelli, she instantly felt warmer. The soup was also very delicious. The duck blood was just right for her. The woman shouted, "Girl, your duck blood vermicelli soup is really delicious. I'll come back tomorrow!"

The shout attracted people who were buying vegetables nearby and asked them to look at the woman who was eating. She was a neighbor who often came to buy vegetables and was known to be picky about food. Even if she said it was delicious, she was afraid it was more than just ordinary delicious.

Immediately everyone surrounded the stall.

"Girl, give me a bowl too."

"I want two bowls."

"Miss, can you take it away? I happen to have a lunch box here..."