A tragic journey through ancient times, trying to make money

The bun shop owner took out a piece of oil paper, quickly took out five meat buns from the drawer, placed them on the oil paper, wrapped them up and handed them to Zhang Yunyue.

Zhang Yunyue took the meat bun and smelled it. The meat bun smelled very fragrant and each bun was very big. Zhang Yunyue felt that he could eat another meat bun, so he took out fifteen cents from his purse and handed it to the boss.

Quickly returning to the ox cart, Zhang's father drove the cart back.

Zhang Yunyue took the opportunity to take out a meat bun from the oil paper and handed it to Zhang's father, then took out another meat bun and started eating. He felt it was very fragrant when he held it in his hand just now, and he didn't expect it to taste even more fragrant. After eating just one meat bun, Zhang Yunyue was full.

When Zhang Yunyue and his father drove the ox cart back to Zhangjia Village, it was already evening. Smoke was coming out of the kitchens of every household in the village.

Zhang's father drove the ox cart back home from the small road.

"Grandma, we're back."

Grandma Zhang came out of the yard. Father Zhang tied the cow under a big tree in front of the door. There were more than 10 bags of spices piled on the ox cart.

"Oh, you guys are finally back. You've been in the county town for a whole day. Are you hungry? My family is cooking now. We'll be able to eat in a while."

"Grandma, my father and I are not hungry. When we left the county town, we bought some buns at the city gate. We were hungry on the road just now, so we ate the buns. That’s why we are not hungry now."

"Okay, we bought so many spices, Xiaoyun, Xiaohao, come and help me move the things."

The two people who were busy in the house put down their work when they heard Grandma Zhang's words. Fortunately, each bag of spices was not heavy, so the adults and children moved them to the main room together. They finished moving in three or four trips.

Father Zhang unloaded the ox cart and put it back under the eaves of the yard, drove the ox back to the cowshed, poured some water and grass into the trough, and waited for the ox to eat.

Zhang Yunyue was sitting in the yard, thinking that the spices had already been bought. The next step was to pack the spices into bags according to a certain ratio, so that when the workshop started, she could directly put one bag in each pot.

"Grandma, do you have any unused linen at home?"

"Yueyue, what are you doing with the linen? There are still a few feet of it at home that have not been used."

"Grandma, the spices have already been bought. I want to weigh them and put them in bags so that I can use them directly. I don't have so many linen bags at home, so I want to sew some with linen."

"Is that so? Then I'll take it out and you can decide for yourself what size to cut so that it fits perfectly in a package. After it's done, your mother, your second aunt and I will be able to sew it quickly."

Grandma Zhang went into the inner room and took out the unused piece of linen, but Zhang Yunyue took a look at it and found that the linen was a little small and not enough to hold the spices. After all, there were several hundred kilograms of spices. Even if it was only half full, it would still take a lot of cloth.

"Grandma, we don't have enough linen. Let's cut some today. We'll have to buy more when we get back from town tomorrow, otherwise there won't be enough to wear."

"Okay, weigh out a bag of spices first and see how much cloth you need, and then cut it accordingly."

Zhang Yunyue weighed out the amount of spices needed to make chili oil in one pot from the spices she bought in the town for the first time.

Then, looking at the weighed spices, Zhang Yunyue cut a slightly larger piece of cloth, and asked Grandma Zhang to sew the cloth together, sew thread on both ends, and make the remaining side into a drawstring shape.

Zhang Yun also tried to pour the weighed spices in, then pulled the drawstring to seal it, and finally tied a knot on the drawstring. Zhang Yunyue shook it a few times, but no spices poured out.

"Grandma, just cut it according to the size of the cloth, and then start sewing after you're done cutting."

"Row."

Grandma Zhang and Zhang Yunyue each took a pair of scissors and cut all the linen that Grandma Zhang took out.

Zhang's mother came out from the kitchen.

"The meal is ready, Xiaofeng. Your grandfather and his family haven't come back yet. Go check the wasteland. They should be off work by now."

"Okay, mother, I'll go call grandfather and the others right away."

Zhang Xingfeng ran out, but before he reached the wasteland, Grandpa Zhang, his second uncle and the workers from the village came back from the wasteland and walked towards the village.

"Grandpa, Second Uncle, my aunt asked me to call you to eat."

"Hey, okay, Xiaofeng." Grandpa Zhang touched Zhang Xingfeng's head, then put his arm around Zhang Xingfeng's shoulder and went back home.

"I'm home now. You should go home and have dinner and have a good rest. You have to continue working tomorrow!" Grandpa Zhang said to the workers in the village.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, let's go." After saying this, the other workers also followed him towards the village.

"Grandma, Grandpa and Second Uncle are back."

"You're back. Hurry up and wash up. The meal is ready." Grandma Zhang looked at Grandpa Zhang and Zhang Cheng who came in, then filled a basin of water and placed it aside.

Zhang's mother and Zhu brought the food to the table. After the food was served, the rest of the people cleaned up and washed up and sat at the table.

After dinner, the moon appeared before it got dark.

So at this moment in the yard, Grandma Zhang, Mother Zhang and Mrs. Zhu were all mending the linen cloth that had been cut before dinner. Zhang Yunyue was not very enthusiastic about mending with a needle, so she was mainly responsible for weighing the spices on the side.

Grandma Zhang and her two friends were already very skilled at sewing and mending clothes at home, so they were very familiar with sewing bags.

Moreover, the stitching of the bags was not very particular, so the three of them could sew as fast as Zhang Yunyue weighed the spices.

Zhang Xingfeng and Zhang Yunxue put the weighed spices into the bag, then tightened the drawstring and tied a slipknot.

Grandpa Zhang, Zhang's father and several other adult men took Zhang Xingyun and Zhang Xinghao to make mung bean jelly in the thatched shed in the backyard.

After all the cloth was sewn and filled with spices, Zhang Yunyue counted them and found there were only fifty or sixty bags. It would be best to make two or three hundred of them. She could only wait until tomorrow to buy more linen cloth before continuing.

next morning.

After breakfast, some people at home went to the wasteland, some went to the town, and some ground soy milk at home.

Today, it was Zhang Yunyue's turn to go to town with his second uncle Zhang Cheng, his second aunt Zhu, and Zhang Xinghao. They moved all their belongings onto the ox cart.

The time to get to town has been reduced to less than half an hour, so the Zhang family now leaves home fifteen minutes later in the morning than before.

When they arrived in the town, the few of them set up their stalls as usual and went about their business as soon as customers arrived.

By noon, all the things they brought were sold out, leaving second uncle Zhang Cheng and Zhang Xinghao to clean up in front of the stall.

Zhang Yunyue and her second aunt Zhu went to the cloth shop to buy linen. This was what they had discussed last night. Fortunately, the cloth shop was on West Street, not far from the stall rented by the old Zhang family.

When we arrived at the Jixiang Cloth Shop, we saw other people in the shop choosing fabrics.