I'm going to become rich after being dressed as a five-year-old woman

Zhao Qiqi herself went to the Qixian Academy that Santu had just mentioned.

There is no one there now, and the wooden door is tightly closed, so you can't see inside, but you can tell from the outside that it is quite large and the whole yard is very grand.

Yes, they are all wealthy people. The money they donate to the college is something that ordinary people cannot earn in their entire life. It is the same whether in modern times or here.

I don’t know whether Dashuan and the others are willing to study. Zhao Qiqi doesn’t want them to take the exam to become a scholar or anything like that, but people who study and gain knowledge are definitely different.

But I don’t have much money now, so I’d better focus on doing business well first.

Zhao Qiqi bought thirty kilograms of old rice and two hens. The onions and other ingredients have not been used up yet. He will buy the meat he needs to add tomorrow, otherwise it will not be fresh.

Zhao Qiqi was carrying so many things in a mess, and Dashuan came over and took the things from Zhao Qiqi's hands with great tact.

"Mom, we're sold out."

They had only been out for a while and they had all sold out. These guys are quite capable.

"Dashuan, Ersha, pack up your things and go to Uncle Zhao's house."

The pot still has to be kept, after all, it is not cheap, and they don’t have two pots now.

I won’t bring the pot from home tomorrow. I’ll buy a new one from the blacksmith shop.

"Santu, how much money did we make today?"

"Mom, I...I didn't figure it out."

Santu was a little embarrassed and annoyed, so he lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhao Qiqi walked over and touched his head. Although Santu was younger than Ersha, he was more mature than Ersha and had never been so close to his mother.

Santu was a little stiff and a little embarrassed: "Mom."

The voice he spoke didn't sound like his own anymore, and Santu wanted to take it back.

"You are only thirteen years old. You don't need to push yourself so hard. Mom will be with you. Slowly you will be able to stand on your own."

Zhao Qiqi knew that Santu was a smart kid and it was not easy for him to forget what his original incarnation had done to him. Naturally, there were indelible scars in his heart, so he wanted to make himself more capable.

“How many eggs did we use today?”

"Mother, it's seventy."

At first they only brought twenty eggs, but later more people asked for more eggs, so my mother went to buy fifty more.

So that’s forty in total.

"Yes, seventy with eggs, that is, seventy portions for four cents."

Santu was calculating with great effort: "Mom, it's two hundred and eighty cents."

"But the young master gave us one tael of silver for the thirty portions, so thirty portions with eggs are one tael of silver, and forty portions are one hundred and twenty coins."

The multiplication table went so smoothly that she figured it out accidentally.

"mother."

Santu was a little bit unbelievable. Didn't his mother know how to count? How could she suddenly know how to count? And she could count so fast, much faster than him. Santu was frustrated again.

"Before your mother married your father, she often needed to do some small business, so she naturally calculated quickly." Zhao Qiqi is now becoming more and more adept at telling these white lies.

"We brought 20 kilograms of rice in total. One kilogram can make 10 servings. We have already made 70 servings, which means 130 servings without eggs. So how much is 130 servings?"

Santu simply couldn't calculate such a large number all at once, so Zhao Qiqi waited patiently for him to figure it out.

"Mom, we are back!"

From a distance, I saw Dashuan and Ersha coming back.

"Is there anything you want to buy? Everyone has worked hard today, and mother can reward you."

Several people shook their heads frantically: "Mom, the harvest is not good this year, we can just save the money to buy food."

The children were used to hardship, so they knew to prepare for a rainy day.

"Okay, let's go back."

Zhao Qiqi chartered Qin Gao's ox cart to take them to the town, charging them sixteen cents a day and not allowing them to bring anyone else.

After all, they have to carry a lot of things back every day, and there is no room for other people.

If there were another person like Aunt Li who stared at their things every day, he would shudder at the thought.

Qin Gao now commutes between the town and the village every day. He can earn sixteen cents a day and do other things with it, so he is naturally happy about it.

As a rule, I would personally send them to their doorsteps, which saved a lot of trouble.

They didn't look around and didn't see the second wife staring at them from afar.

"Mom, you're back? I'll cook now." Hu Lan was strong and took the iron pot from Dashuan's right hand.

It was the grain that Zhao Qiqi had bought earlier and gave to Hu Lan to cook.

"Don't be in a hurry. Kill this hen first. Dashuan, you pick one and put the other one in the chicken coop with the chicks." If the place wasn't too small, she would like to raise more chicks.

Dashuan was wondering which one to pick. He closed his eyes and picked one at random.

Chicken: so? you will be like them abandon me, will you?

The other one probably knew that it had escaped death, so it happily jumped into the chicken coop, causing five little chicks to run behind it.

Sipang ran to make a fire. His mother didn't take him with her today, so he was a little depressed. But his mother actually brought back such a big hen, which made Sipang so greedy that his saliva was about to flow out. All his unhappiness disappeared.

The fire burned more and more fiercely.

Dashuan was quick and skillful and plucked all the chicken feathers in no time. Ersha took over and chopped the chicken.

It’s not that Santu has no life in his eyes, but that the account is all in his eyes and mind, and he can’t care about anything else.

Zhao Qiqi opened the jar in the corner and put a bowl of taro that had been pickled for some time. Looking at the color, one could tell that it tasted very good. Just thinking about the sourness and taste made one drool.

Zhao Qiqi cleaned the pot, threw in the oil, the chili sauce that was not used up today, garlic, and the washed taro. Suddenly, a pungent smell hit her in the face. Zhao Qiqi was caught off guard for a moment and choked to the point of tears, so she quickly retreated.

Seeing that it was about to become mushy, Hu Lan went over and stir-fried the taro for a few times. As the water was lost, it became less pungent.

Zhao Qiqi paused for a moment. She had never done this before, but she didn't expect Hu Lan to make such a prompt decision.

She looked at Hu Lan with appreciation, and Hu Lan shyly went to cut the chicken offal that her mother had ordered and brought it over.

Add chicken offal, some salt and soy sauce, stir-fry for a few times, and serve when cooked.

Hu Lan then cleaned the pot and steamed the rice.

After washing her hands, Yunyun started to prepare the dishes.

Everyone was given rice and vegetables according to their appetite. The soup was still cooking in the pot, and the aroma of chicken soup was wafting in the air, it was super fragrant.

"Mom, I figured it out! It's one tael, five hundred and fifty wen, right?" Santu's eyes sparkled, with anticipation and excitement on his face.