My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

The youngest sister was the first to put down her bowl and asked, "Tomorrow we'll make all the flour and sell it early in the morning. I saw the market this morning and I'm sure it will sell out."

The pumpkin pie is unique. The county town is different from the village. People in the county town basically don’t lack that little money.

"Let's go together."

Aunt Jin objected: "How can that be possible? Miss, you haven't recovered yet. You need to rest more at home."

"It's okay, I'm much better now."

Si Muyan insisted on going over, saying only that she was feeling much better, not that she was fine at all. After all, every night when her younger sister applied medicine and rebandaged her wound, her eyes would tear up with heartache.

The next morning, Aunt Jin and Little Sister made the pancakes and put them in several backpacks. Si Xingzhi, Aunt Jin, and Little Sister each had a large backpack, while Little Brother had a small one, but Si Muyan didn't carry it because she was worried that she would be weak.

Aunt Jin hurried to the house next door and said to Aunt Wang, "We are going to the street to sell pumpkin cakes today. There is no one at home. I am worried that my wife is in trouble, so I would like to trouble you to help keep an eye on her."

After that, he handed over eight pumpkin pie.

Aunt Wang laughed and said, "It's just a small thing, is it worth sending something over?"

But after taking a bite, Aunt Wang's eyes lit up. This pumpkin cake is really delicious. It is hot, just out of the pan, sweet, soft and so delicious. No wonder it costs three cents each.

The younger sister went into the house and told Shao Qin to be good at home and wait for them to come back.

Shao Qin handed the orange to her: "Little sister, orange, eat, eat."

The younger sister didn't understand what was going on. She took the orange and nodded, "I'll eat it."

Shao Qin picked up the other two and said, "You are not allowed to take them from your sisters. You have to wait for them to come back and give them to them."

The younger sister finally reacted and put down the one in her hand. She held Shao Qin's hand and said, "Mom, I'll wait for my sisters to eat together. Don't worry, we will be back soon. If you have any problems, just call Aunt Wang next door."

When Shao Qin is not sick, everything is fine except that she doesn't recognize people. She has no problem pouring water and eating by herself, and going out for a walk by herself. She basically remembers all the roads in the village.

So it doesn't matter if you just check on her occasionally and she's still there.

When they arrived at the market, Aunt Jin brought her younger brother, Si Xingzhi and younger sister, and they split into two groups to sell at the morning markets on both sides.

Si Muyan said goodbye to them and went to the market to look at the items for sale. There weren't many breakfast options in Fenghuang County; just steamed buns, noodles, and wontons. Steamed bun shops were the most popular among the street vendors, as most of the people who came to buy breakfast were ordinary people, who bought some to take home with their families. At the noodle and wonton stalls, tables were set up, and people would sit down and eat before leaving.

There is basically no one selling porridge, but in the original owner's memory, people here also eat porridge.

In addition, there are several shops selling noodles and wontons, which are very crowded with customers. It goes without saying that these are old brands, and they must have their own unique flavors that are better than those sold outside, which is why they attract so many people.

Si Muyan walked up to a bun vendor and sighed deliberately, "I don't even have porridge. Is there no porridge here?"

The bun shop owner laughed and said, "If you want to eat porridge, just eat it at home. Who would go out to eat it? Cooking porridge is not a big deal."

"That's right." Si Muyan smiled, bought a meat bun, wrapped it in oil paper and took it away.

After walking around and finding Aunt Jin, Si Muyan gave the meat bun in her hand to her younger brother: "I'll sell it, you eat a bun."

A meat bun costs three cents. I used to think three cents was not much, and since the family always left all the delicious food for him, I didn’t think it was a big deal.

But after selling pumpkin pie for a few days, he felt deeply that it was difficult to earn even three cents!

I had to get up in the middle of the night to make pumpkin pie. I had to walk such a long way. When I got to the street, I was reluctant to eat or drink. I only made three cents for each pumpkin pie I sold.

He said, "Sister, don't buy steamed buns anymore, buy steamed buns instead."

Three cents can buy three steamed buns.

Si Muyan smiled and said nothing, then asked, "How much did you sell?"

Aunt Jin said, "We just met a lot of people waiting here. When we came here, we sold more than 60. Later, we sold a little more, and there are still more than 70 left."

This time, we made a total of 320 pumpkin pie cakes. We gave 8 to Aunt Wang, and the five of them ate two each, leaving us with a little over 300 pumpkin pie cakes. Each side had about 150 pumpkin pie cakes. Everything was planned, and once one side sold out, we would sell them together.

While we were talking, two more people came forward to buy pumpkin pie.

"Your pumpkin pie tastes so good! My son ate it yesterday and kept asking for more."

"Yes, yes, it's the same at my house. I came late today and was worried that there would be nothing to sell."

Aunt Jin whispered to Si Muyan, "If this business can succeed, we'll have enough to sell this winter."

Si Muyan pursed her lips and said, "Aunt Jin, I remember last year you sold pumpkins specifically for a restaurant, right?"

Last year, Aunt Jin didn't grow many pumpkins; in the entire autumn, she only managed to harvest less than sixty. Initially, she set up a street stall, but then a restaurant owner approached her and said he wanted as many pumpkins as he could find. Aunt Jin then waited until she had five or six pumpkins and then delivered them to the restaurant.

Hearing Si Muyan's question, Aunt Jin said, "Miss, you want to sell pumpkins? It's useless. I went there on the first day of selling pumpkins. Shopkeeper Yang said there is no shortage of pumpkins this year. Even if I sell them at a low price, he won't take them."

"Shopkeeper Yang? Whose shopkeeper is he? Can you meet him? Take me to meet him. I won't sell pumpkins to him."

Aunt Jin thought about it and nodded: "Auspicious Restaurant, Manager Yang is a kind man, it is definitely okay for us to meet."

When there were only about fifty pumpkin cakes left, Si Muyan said, "Aunt Jin will pack fifteen pumpkin cakes. Little brother, you can sell the rest. While you're doing it, go find Dad and your third sister. Aunt Jin and I have something to talk about."

"Okay." The younger brother straightened his chest and had no intention of looking for his father and third sister. He felt that he could sell all of these by himself.

Aunt Jin took Si Muyan to the Jixiang Restaurant, which had just opened its doors and was not yet open for business. Restaurants usually wait until the morning market is over before opening, but the fish, meat and vegetables of the day are delivered very early.

Soon I saw Manager Yang, a middle-aged man who smiled whenever he saw people.

Most businessmen are snobbish, first judging someone's attire and then deciding their attitude. But Shopkeeper Yang is clearly not like that. Even when facing a peasant woman like Aunt Jin, he doesn't seem displeased at all.

"Isn't this Sister Jin? Did you grow other vegetables?"

This year, there were plenty of pumpkins, and their shop had enough, so they didn't have to go to the farmers to collect them individually. However, if it was other vegetables, they could still collect some as appropriate to help the farmer woman out.