It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

Song Zhi happily exclaimed, and immediately took a leaf, filled it with a piece of jelly and handed it over.

"My dear father-in-law, if you like sweet food, you can mix it with sugar water. If you like salty food, you can add some sesame oil and sprinkle some chopped green onions and pickles to mix it, which is also very refreshing."

The old man paid three cents, then took the jelly handed to him by Song Zhi and went home happily.

Song An held three coins in his hand and handed them to Song Zhi excitedly, "Sister, we made money!"

Song Zhi's eyes were full of smiles. "Put it away first!" After saying that, she continued to shout.

This new type of food is already very eye-catching, and Song Zhi also prepared some for tasting.

Soon, circles of customers gathered in front of the stall, including men, women, young and old.

Everyone looked at the crystal clear, emerald green jelly with curiosity.

Some bought it directly after trying it, while others, after trying it and savoring the flavor, wanted to find out more and asked, "Young lady, what is this made of? It tastes like mung beans to me."

Hearing this, Song An's face turned pale. The jelly business had only been going on for one day, and someone had already guessed it?

Song Zhi seemed very calm. She said calmly, "Aunt, it's really hard for me to explain this to you directly. Why don't you buy a piece and try it? You might be able to figure it out yourself."

The speaker may not have intended it, but the listener took it to heart. The woman, who was originally reluctant to spend the money, lit up her eyes after hearing what Song Zhi said.

Yes, seeing that the jelly business is so brisk, the young lady had sold more than half of it while she was talking.

If they can taste the ingredients and tinker with them, can they make it themselves?

Apparently, there were quite a few women who had this idea. Song Zhi had only been opening the shop for half an hour when the jelly that cost twenty-one yuan was sold out in an instant.

After sending the customers away, Song An said worriedly, "Sister, if they taste this, what will we do in the future?"

Song Zhihun said nonchalantly, "Don't worry. This kind of food only sells well when the weather is warm. Even if they knew about it, by the time they actually make it, the weather might have turned cold."

Song An still frowned, "What about next year?"

"Let's not talk about next year, let's talk about when our pastry business is settled. Are you still worried about not being able to make a living?"

Song An tilted his head and thought about it, it seemed to be true.

But then he thought of something, and he moved closer to Song Zhi, lowering his voice and whispering, "Sister, that Jinyu Cake is also made of mung beans, can't others taste it?"

Song Zhi looked at him with admiration. The little guy was only ten years old, but he could think of so many things so quickly.

She also pretended to be mysterious and lowered her voice, saying, "If you remove the outer layer of this jelly, the mung bean flavor is obvious. You can taste it if you taste it carefully."

"As for the Jinyu Cake, my sister removed the skin and added milk, so the milky flavor is even stronger and you can't easily tell it apart. When my sister improves it again and adds red bean paste and jujube paste, it will be even harder to tell the difference."

Song An felt as if he had heard some important secret. His eyes lit up and he became full of energy.

After all, he is still a child, and all his emotions are shown on his face.

After they packed up their things, Song Zhi was not in a hurry to go back. She took Song An for a walk around the market and specifically looked for Grandma Zhao from the clan leader's family.

Song Zhi glanced at Grandma Zhao's stall and saw a bundle of bamboo shoots at her feet. She then led Song An over and asked, "Grandma Zhao, are you selling these bamboo shoots?"

Zhao had just finished asking someone to buy a chicken. When she saw Song Zhi's inquiry, she was stunned for a moment. She thought they wanted to buy bamboo shoots, so she quickly took a few and handed them over. "These are things from the back mountain. If you want to eat them, take them back and try them."

Song Zhi waved her hands repeatedly, "Grandma Zhao, that's not what I meant."

"The last time I came to the market, I sold some bamboo shoots to the vendor selling steamed buns in front of me. He wanted to buy some from me just now, but I didn't bring any with me this time. I saw you had some last time, so I came to ask if you sell any spring bamboo shoots?"

When Zhao heard this, her eyes lit up and she hurriedly said, "Sell it! Wherever the person is, I'll go right away."

After saying that, he turned around and asked his daughter-in-law to watch over the stall, and was about to follow Song Zhi carrying a bundle of spring bamboo shoots.

Song Zhi brought people to the bun shop, only to see that the bun stall, which had few customers last time, was now surrounded by customers.

Song Zhi led the group and stood aside waiting for a while.

After the customer left, he led Zhao over.

Song Zhi introduced the two parties to each other. At this time, the bun stall owner was obviously in a good mood. He didn't expect that the spring bamboo shoot buns would lead to the sales of other buns as well.

Seeing someone coming to buy bamboo shoots, the two of them happily started to discuss things. Zhao sold the five kilograms of bamboo shoots she had, and the order for the next batch of bamboo shoots was also settled.

Zhao was very happy. When she turned around to thank Song Zhi, she found that she had already left.

Song Zhi brought the two parties together and then quietly left.

The return journey was not too far, and the backpacks they carried were not too heavy, so the brother and sister chose to walk back.

This trip to the fair changed Song An's attitude towards Song Zhi a lot, and he was no longer as reserved as before.

"Sister, why don't we take over the bamboo shoot business ourselves?"

"We have to collect herbs and prepare food, so we don't have the energy to dig and sell bamboo shoots."

Song An nodded, then thought of something and said happily: "Sister, we made a lot of money today."

Song Zhi asked with interest: "Oh? How much did it sell for?"

He scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I didn't calculate it clearly."

He only knew that he received a lot of three-cent coins. His sister sold one dollar and he received three cents. He only knew that he received a lot of money, but he couldn't count how much it was.

Children of this age have to count by bending their fingers, and they won’t be able to count any more numbers.

This reminded Song Zhi that the whole family was illiterate.

If the business grows bigger in the future and needs to sign a contract, being illiterate will be a problem.

Song Zhi couldn't help but look at Song An. It seemed that after paying off the debt, she would have to put teaching the children to read on the agenda.

In this way, she can also learn something and it will be easier for her to act on her own in the future.

Seeing that Song Zhi remained silent for a while, Song An was worried that she would not take him to the market next time. He hurriedly said, "Sister, please wait a moment. I will count the money now."

She patted her cousin's shoulder gently and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I just asked casually. I'll count with you when we get back."

When the brother and sister returned home, Mrs. Wu was very surprised to see that they had sold out the jelly so quickly.

Song An carefully took out a bag of copper coins from his backpack, placed it on the small table in the yard, and said excitedly, "Grandma, look, we made so much money today!"