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

The younger sister finally realized, "So Aunt Luo's offer to help us sell porridge was fake, and the real reason is that she wants me to help her sell buns?"

"It's not a lie to help us. Aunt Luo thinks that doing so will not only make things convenient for us, but also benefit her. You are young and beautiful, and you are generous and open-minded. You are very likable. With someone like you helping to sell porridge and buns, the customers will definitely be happy. But, do you want to go?"

The younger sister seemed to be lost in thought, then after a long pause, she shook her head. "I can make a net profit of two hundred coins a day. If I give half of it away, I'll still have a hundred coins. Making two or three taels a month won't be a problem. But if that's the case, it's not my business anymore. I don't want to go."

She wasn't one to be content with the status quo. She worked so hard selling porridge every day because she hoped to have her own porridge shop in the future, or even open several, with each sister managing one. She didn't want to be constrained by others, having to sell her own porridge and other people's buns.

Si Muyan smiled and said, "I don't want you to go either. We will eventually have our own shop, and you are the most indispensable person."

These words made the younger sister very happy. She also felt that she was the best, even better than her elder sister.

On the second day, Si Muyan went to Aunt Luo's bun shop and said that she was only willing to supply Aunt Luo and was not responsible for selling. She would supply four kinds of porridge every day, three of which were fixed and the remaining one would change every day.

Aunt Luo was a little reluctant at first. She liked Xiaomei very much and even hoped that Xiaomei could be her daughter-in-law. Unfortunately, her son was only eight years old, which was a bit too far in age.

But Si Muyan was determined not to let her younger sister come over, and Aunt Luo had no choice but to agree to Si Muyan's request.

Si Muyan went to the village head again and asked Song Erqiang for help with the delivery. As for the payment, it was the same as before, twenty-five coins a day as long as the delivery was made.

The village head shook his head after hearing this and said, "That's not right. It's not easy for you to run a business. From what you said, you can't supply much to the bun shop. If you don't set up the stall, how can you charge twenty-five cents?"

Si Muyan said, "But Second Uncle is always the same when he runs around. When we don't set up the stall, it must be because the weather is bad. These twenty-five cents must be given."

It is only convenient to set up a stall when the weather is good or when it is drizzling. Now that Aunt Luo has a shop, the Si family has a certain income when they are not setting up the stall. Unless there is a heavy rain or snow that blocks the road, they can still supply the goods.

Thinking about it this way, my younger sister is also very happy.

After supplying goods for a few days, the basic income can be calculated. After deducting all costs, the Si family can still earn fifty cents a day.

The younger sister said happily, "It's cold now, so we only have half a month to open the stall. We earn 200 coins a day, but we spend 100 coins. We can't save much money. Now it's better. We can save about 2 taels of silver a month."

Isn't life getting better now?

At this moment, Si Muyan had saved six taels of silver, but these six taels of silver were still far from enough to rent a shop, which made him feel a little depressed.

The end of autumn is coming soon. Even on sunny days, it is not very warm. The stalls in the morning market are not sheltered, and the cold wind blows in, making it very cold and unbearable.

The three siblings were dressed warmly. Mrs. Zhu and Aunt Jin used the extra cloth to make hats and scarves for them, so they were no longer afraid of the cold.

While I was busy, I heard a familiar voice.

"Two girls, are you still selling this porridge recipe?"

Si Muyan raised her head, her eyes lit up: "Mother Gao, why are you here?"

This is the personal mother of the old lady of the Xu family, and also their benefactor. It was when the young master of the Xu family wanted to eat preserved egg porridge that Mama Gao generously rewarded her with five taels of silver.

The younger sister quickly welcomed the guests to the table and took three bowls. In addition to the white porridge, she also filled half a bowl of the remaining porridge for Mama Gao: "Mama Gao, try it quickly. You should have tried this lean meat porridge and wonton porridge before. This shredded chicken porridge is a special one today. It's different every day."

Mother Gao smiled and tasted the shredded chicken porridge. She gave it a thumbs up and said, "I've heard that you have a lot more porridge varieties. I wanted to come here a long time ago, but I'm busy at home. The old lady was seriously ill a while ago, so I can't spare the time."

Si Muyan smiled and said, "I can't go with mom right away today. Many regular customers haven't come yet. I'd better sell all the porridge first."

Mother Gao also understood that the three siblings of the Si family had been able to set up a stall here for so long, which showed that the porridge business was good, but of course it could not be compared with the past.

After eating her porridge, she said to Si Muyan, "Well, when you're done, go to the Xu family and tell the doorman your names. Someone will take you to see me."

My younger sister refused to accept the money for the porridge from Mama Gao and said, "Mama Gao, you're too polite. It's thanks to you that we were able to rent the stall. How can we still charge you for it? From now on, if you want to eat porridge, just come and eat it. I won't charge you!"

Mother Gao was cheerful and pointed at her little sister and said to Si Muyan, "You are a really smart and sweet girl. You are really lovable."

Because the weather was good, business was also good, and the porridge sold much faster than before. Si Muyan asked her younger brother to wait while she took her younger sister to the Xu family.

It was Gao's mother who came over and led them to the kitchen, explaining as they walked: "A while ago, our old lady was sick and had no appetite. She suddenly wanted to make that wonton porridge, but the doctor said not to use it too much. The kitchen made several other kinds of porridge, but she didn't like any of them. I also went out to buy some a few times, but none of them suited her taste. I heard about your stall, but I went there twice and you were closed."

Si Muyan said: "It's because the weather is bad and we live too far away, so it's inconvenient for us to come here. Once we save enough money and can rent a permanent store, it will be convenient."

"Oh? You want to rent a shop yourself?" asked Mother Gao.

Si Muyan nodded: "Yes, but it's definitely not possible this year. I'll sell the shop next year when I save some money."

Mother Gao's eyes flashed, but she just smiled and said nothing.

Si Muyan went to the kitchen and told the cooks the method as usual, but this time she was willing to take a penny for it.

"Mother Gao, the tip last time was really too much. There's nothing special about the way this porridge is made. It's just the thought and the combination of seasonings. Besides, you're not selling it, you're just eating it yourself, so why would you charge money?"

Mother Gao said with a smile, "This reward was ordered by the old lady. If you don't want it, aren't you making it difficult for me?"

Si Muyan was a little confused. Did Old Lady Xu really know her? And after she refused, Madam Gao put the silver away. How could this be inconsistent with what she said?

"In that case, I'll take you to see our old lady."