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

This won’t do. Aunt Jin has to take care of the housework every day. How can she bear such a busy night?

Si Muyan thought that taking care of the child was everyone's responsibility, so everyone in the family should step up and take turns for one day.

Just thinking about his younger sister's temper gave Si Muyan a headache.

In the original owner's memory, this girl liked to be lazy and play tricks. From what she saw these past few days, although she was relatively obedient, she was indeed very good at taking shortcuts. She and the second sister took care of the children together at night. I'm afraid the second sister is the one who is working hard?

Before she could figure it out, the younger brother spoke.

"Sister, we only have ten bowls here, but if we sell porridge, we can make a total of forty bowls of porridge, but we only have ten bowls. What should we do?"

This was in ancient times, and there were no disposable bowls and spoons. Snacks like buns, steamed buns, and fried cakes could just be wrapped in oil paper.

But porridge is not the same. It needs to be eaten with bowls and chopsticks, and there are no tables and chairs, so you can only eat the porridge while holding it, which is also a hassle.

Si Muyan said: "After we get there, we'll find a place with water. One person will collect the money, one will serve the porridge, and one will wash the dishes."

The younger sister hurriedly said, "I know where there's water. There's a well behind the alley at the morning market in the east. I'll go wash the dishes then."

"You're good at hawking and collecting money. I'll go wash the dishes... Can I fetch some water?"

The younger brother nodded: "I can do it. I've seen that well before. It's very convenient because you don't have to carry a bucket yourself."

Since we only knew there was a well here, we set up the stall here.

Moreover, the morning market has its own rules. You have to pay to set up a stall in a good place. For example, the vegetable farmers nearby do not have fixed stalls, so they find a corner and put the vegetables anywhere.

Si Muyan and the other two did the same. They found a place to put three wooden barrels and a small jar of pickled vegetables next to them.

The wooden barrel has a certain degree of heat preservation, but it has been more than an hour since the porridge was made, and it has already warmed up. Fortunately, the weather is not cold at the moment, so the porridge tastes okay.

I waited for a long time but no customers came.

At first, the younger sister was like a quail. She didn't dare to act rashly in front of her elder sister, but after waiting for two quarters of an hour and no one asked about her, she became anxious.

Seeing a man hurried past in front of her, she spoke quickly.

"Hey, big brother, what are you going to do? Have you had breakfast? Look at the porridge here..."

The man slowed down his pace when he saw a pretty girl calling him, but when he heard that it was a porridge seller, he curled his lips, waved his hand and walked away.

"Hey, big brother, don't go. Our porridge is delicious... big brother..."

The man turned a deaf ear.

The woman from the bun shop next door laughed out loud: "Tell me, aren't you guys funny? Can't you just make your own porridge if you want to eat it? Why do you have to come to your place to eat it? You make it seem like making porridge is something particularly difficult."

On the other side was a noodle stall. Hearing this, he also laughed: "Yeah, and you don't even have a seat. You can't ask customers to eat while standing."

At least there is a small table next to the noodle stall. Although it can only accommodate four people, it is still convenient.

My younger sister blushed when she heard this. Could it be that they didn't want to do it better? They simply didn't have the conditions.

Si Muyan laughed and said, "You two aunts are absolutely right. This is the first time for the three of us siblings to make porridge. We really don't understand the principle."

Seeing that Si Muyan was so polite, Mrs. Baozi's attitude improved a little.

After all, although they all run the morning market, the county town is so big and there are so many people, how can one business complete it?

As she handed buns to the customers, she explained business advice to the three siblings: "You have to act like you're selling something. You just put three wooden barrels here, but you can't see what's inside. Who would buy? If you put a few steamed buns outside like I did, people would know what you're selling. And you need a proper stall. You're... you might as well be like the eldest sister over there and sell noodles."

Si Muyan nodded: "Aunt is right, the main reason is that we don't have the capital, so we can only accumulate it slowly."

After that, she opened the wooden barrel of lean meat porridge, filled a bowl and handed it to her: "Aunt, you've been busy all morning and I'm afraid you haven't eaten well. Would you like to have some porridge while you have some free time?"

How could the bun lady not have eaten? But she made her own buns and ate them every day, so she was tired of them.

In fact, occasionally, when the owners of each stall have some free time, they will go to other stalls to buy other food.

But we have to pay for it, so how can we eat it for free?

Si Muyan was very polite. Seeing that there were not many customers, she stuffed the bowl and chopsticks into the hands of the bun lady and said, "Just think of it as helping us taste it."

The bun lady had no choice but to take the bowl and ask, "How much is this?"

Si Muyan smiled and served another bowl to the lady at the noodle stall: "How can I ask you ladies for money for what I can't sell? It won't taste good if it gets cold, and it would be a waste to keep it. You ladies, just think of it as not wanting to waste food."

Not only did she refuse to accept money, but when the two aunts wanted to give them food, Si Muyan also firmly refused to accept it.

"We are all very full and can't eat any more."

Mrs. Baozi chuckled and said, "Come to think of it, I haven't had porridge in the morning for a long time. I'm busy making dumplings every morning, and cooking porridge takes a lot of time. I don't have time... Well, this is meat porridge, it's really delicious. Oh, I've never tasted porridge so delicious."

After hearing this, the noodle vendor quickly took a sip and her eyes lit up immediately: "It's really delicious. I never thought of putting meat in porridge. It's really delicious."

In Fenghuang Town, porridge is usually eaten without toppings, or cooked with wild vegetables. Brown rice is the staple food, as white rice is much more expensive, so most families would switch to brown rice. The Si family had never eaten much brown rice, as they hadn't fallen so far before, so Dalang and Erlang hadn't been willing to replace all their rice.

It’s a good thing this is the case, otherwise I would have to set aside part of my budget to buy rice.

Si Muyan nodded and said, "We are not originally from here. This porridge is the way we eat it over there, so we thought of selling it here and give it a try."

The lady at the noodle stall finished her meal, but waved her hand and said, "Every place has its own customs. People in your place like to eat it this way, but we here don't. We still prefer to eat plain white porridge."

My little sister rolled her eyes. What don't you like? If you really don't like it, why would you want to lick the bowl?

But Si Muyan still smiled: "Aunt is right, we will give it a try. If it doesn't sell well, we won't sell it in the future."

The bun lady said, "I think I could try selling it. The porridge tastes so good, it would definitely sell well if I had a stall. How about this, you come over here and shout, people who buy buns and have trouble eating them will be happy to have a bowl of porridge."