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

Because they had wasted some time in the city today, it was already past noon when they returned home.

Seeing that it was already past noon and the three siblings still had not returned, Mrs. Wu couldn't help feeling anxious.

Unable to stay at home, Mrs. Wu simply took her two children and waited at the village entrance.

Under the old willow tree at the entrance to the village, Wu looked particularly anxious. She paced back and forth, her eyes fixed on the path leading out of the village, hoping that the familiar figure would appear soon.

The two children climbed up the small slope at the entrance of the village. Song Cheng stood on tiptoe and stretched his head, hoping to spot the approaching person as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Song Cheng cried out, "Grandma, my sister and the others are back!" After that, he jumped off the small slope and rushed towards the few people like a small cannonball.

Because Song Kang was small, he didn't dare to jump down directly, but when he saw his third brother running away, he was so anxious that he slid down the slope directly, stood firm, and staggered after him.

Song Zhi looked at the two people running madly and hurriedly said, "Run slower, be careful not to fall."

The two of them didn't care about these things and just rushed towards their sister and brother.

"Sister, can you bring me something delicious?" Song Cheng asked anxiously.

Song Zhi looked at the two impatient little guys and was afraid that they had been waiting at home for the whole morning.

She didn't tease the two children, but took a piece of bread from the basket, rolled a piece of meat in it and handed it to each of them.

Although the pancakes were cold and not as delicious as when they were freshly baked, Song Zhi couldn't help but shake her head and laugh when she saw the satisfied look on his face while eating them.

Several little guys gathered together happily, chattering non-stop and sharing what they saw and heard in the city.

When Wu saw the three siblings, her heart finally settled down. She quickly stepped forward, took the things from Song Zhi's hands, and asked with concern, "Isn't jelly selling well in the city? Why is it only now?"

Song Zhi explained with a smile: "Grandma, this jelly is easy to sell in the county town, it's just that the hike back took some time."

Wu nodded and said, "Let's go home first."

After returning home, Song Zhi counted the copper coins she had received that day in front of her family.

Excluding the jelly used for tasting today, a total of 44 pieces of jelly were sold in the morning, totaling 132 coins.

Mrs. Wu was very happy. She had not expected that the sale would be so successful. She earned half a month's salary of her eldest son in one day.

If it weren't for the ten acres of land that her family rented, Mrs. Wu would have wanted to call her son and grandson back from the landlord's house and have them do this business with her granddaughter.

Song Zhi didn't know what her grandmother was thinking, she was doing some calculations in her mind.

If she continued at this rate, selling 44 pieces of jelly every day, after deducting the cost of buying mung beans and the wages for her two children, she could still make a net profit of about 2.5 taels of silver in a month.

Compared with the money earned from the pastry business, this is really nothing.

Song Zhi felt that the mung bean jelly had a great future in the county. If it weren't for that fat woman's unreasonable behavior today, she might have closed her stall early.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi and Wu suggested, "Grandma, today I found that the people in the city really like this jelly. I plan to make some more tomorrow and bring it to the county town."

Mrs. Wu still had great faith in her granddaughter's judgment and said bluntly, "You can make your own decision on this matter. I will listen to you."

So, in the afternoon, Song Zhi soaked another five pounds of mung beans to make jelly.

After a short rest, Song Zhi started to get busy, first making pastries and then grinding mung beans.

If you want to produce more mung bean powder, you must first grind it finely, which often requires grinding it several times.

In this way, after grinding the mung beans and then washing the starch, an entire afternoon is not enough.

Even if the whole family went out to work, these tasks would still be completed until dark. The family would light oil lamps and barely finish the work.

In the evening, the family drank porridge under the moonlight. Mrs. Wu sighed, "This won't do. From now on, I'll start grinding beans in the morning."

Now my granddaughter doesn’t have to work so hard. She sells jelly in the morning, and comes back in the afternoon to make pastries and jelly.

She was so busy that Mrs. Wu was worried that she was exhausting the child.

Yang nodded repeatedly, "I see. I'll grind the beans, and you just peel the mung beans. This way, it will be easier for Ah Zhi to come back."

As for going to the mountains to collect herbs, Yang decided to put it on hold.

After hearing this, Song Zhi also felt that it was a suitable idea. With a reasonable division of labor, the time saved might be enough to produce more goods.

Song Zhi had a premonition that the market in the county town had great potential. Even if she made more jelly today, she was afraid that it would not be enough to sell tomorrow.

The next day, the three siblings took a bus to the county town as usual.

Song Zhi first took her three children to the shop to deliver cakes.

As soon as Song Zhi entered the room, the shopkeeper came up to greet her with a smile on his face. "Mrs. Song is finally here. Please come to the room."

Song Zhi smiled and declined, "My sister and I have to go sell jelly soon, so we won't bother the shopkeeper."

After saying that, he handed over the agreed two kilograms of cakes.

Shopkeeper Zhou took it carefully. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is jelly?"

Song Zhiyi was very generous. She put down her backpack, scraped off a piece, and gave it to the other person.

"Homemade snacks, mixed with sesame oil, onions and garlic, or sugar water, are refreshing and delicious. If the shopkeeper doesn't mind, you can try it."

As soon as Shopkeeper Zhou saw the emerald green color, he was attracted. He hurriedly took the bowl, thanked the customer, and turned to ask the waiter to get some sugar water.

He took out some copper coins and paid for the goods.

After receiving the money, Song Zhi did not stay any longer. She put on her backpack and left the shop with her younger brother and sister-in-law.

At this time, the waiter came over with the mixed jelly. After Manager Zhou tasted it, he thought it was delicious, with a fresh taste and a hint of mung bean aroma.

Thinking about this kind of food, I think my young master might like it.

Shopkeeper Zhou immediately put down the bowl in his hand, picked up his robe and chased in the direction Song Zhi left.

"Madam Song, Madam Song..."

On the busy street, various shouts were heard constantly, but Song Zhi didn't know that the other party was calling her.

Shopkeeper Zhou was running out of breath, but the three siblings still didn't stop.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he called out loudly: "Jelly jelly seller, jelly seller, wait a minute!"

Song Huan, who was standing by, pulled Song Zhi, who was walking in front, and said, "Sister, I heard someone calling us."

Song Zhi paused and listened carefully, confirming that someone was calling to sell jelly.

She looked around and saw Manager Zhou in the crowd behind her, holding his robe and running towards her. When he saw her turn around, he kept waving at her.

Song Zhi led her brother and sister-in-law to stand on the street. After they calmed down, Song Zhi asked, "Manager Zhou, is there anything else?"

"I just tried my wife's jelly and it tasted really good. I wonder how much it costs? Give me three pieces."

Seeing that he wanted to buy jelly, Song Zhi quickly cut three pieces for him and said, "A total of nine coins."

Seeing that it was difficult to hold, Song Zhi took another bowl and gave it to the other person.

Shopkeeper Zhou paid the money, took the bowl and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll ask the waiter to bring the bowl to you in a while." After that, he left happily.

Song Zhi didn't want to wait around. Seeing people coming and going on the street, she just started shouting. By the time the waiter came to deliver the bowls, Song Zhi had already sold more than ten yuan.