Reborn 99 Days Later, Becoming a Landlady and Getting into Tsinghua and Peking Universities

"Gangzi, what are you doing, acting like a thief? Come and serve the dishes!"

Gangzi, clutching the lunchbox tightly to his chest, was caught in a mental battle.

The spicy and savory flavor of the crayfish was still lingering on his tongue, which made the scales in his heart tip to one side.

But before he could secretly hide the lunchbox in the house,

"What smells so good?"

Gangzi tensed up as the old man's gaze swept over him.

Gangzi's mother smiled broadly: "I used lard to stir-fry the vegetables today..."

"No! It's spicy!"

When the old man's sharp gaze suddenly fell on his arms, Gangzi seemed to hear his own wail: "Oh no, the crayfish are doomed!"

as predicted,

When the old man, who didn't care much about anything but enjoying a good meal, tasted the spicy crayfish, his relaxed brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown, then relaxed again.

"This flavor is potent! Perfect for pairing with drinks!"

Seeing the crayfish in the lunchbox disappearing at an alarming rate, Gangzi picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth, only to be met with disdain:

"Buying such a small amount, who's going to eat it?"

"It's one yuan per pound!"

"Take it!"

Gangzi looked down and found that what he had thrown into his arms was actually 3 yuan.

He slapped his forehead. Yes, when it comes to being rich, who in the family can compare to the old man?

With a quick dart in his eyes, he grabbed a large basin and ran outside, shouting, "Grandpa, I'm going to buy some more!"

At the three-way intersection, several young people who had sampled the shrimp for free bought a few kilograms of shrimp.

But once the rush hour is over, all that's left around are middle-aged women with children and young couples in love.

Liang Yili's spicy crayfish suddenly found itself in the predicament of not being able to sell.

The former thought it was too expensive, while the latter thought it was impolite to eat it.

Looking at the remaining crayfish in the wooden basin, a thoughtful look flashed in Liang Yili's eyes.

But before she could take any action, a gust of wind came rushing in from afar, and it was Gangzi who had returned.

He slammed three yuan on the table, rested his hands on his thighs, handed over a large basin, and said breathlessly, "Another... another three jin!"

Liang Yili didn't immediately weigh the shrimp for him, but instead asked:

"Three pounds? It's hot now, and if we don't have a refrigerator at home, it probably won't last until tomorrow!"

Gangzi waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's fine! I can finish it!"

With the old man around, let alone 4 catties of shrimp.

Even if he had two more pounds, he could have easily finished them all.

Even if all else fails, there's still him!

Liang Yili blinked: "Shrimp has a strong flavor, so elderly people who usually eat a light diet should not eat too much at once to avoid causing gastrointestinal discomfort."

Gangzi was taken aback, then laughed and said, "You're quite an interesting girl. I've only ever seen vendors who try every means to persuade people to buy more, but this is the first time I've ever seen someone like you who stops people from buying."

He then waved his hand and said, "It's alright, just three jin!"

Liang Yili then began to weigh the shrimp skillfully. After weighing them, she explained, "Although I wanted to sell more, I still had to explain what I needed to say!"

Otherwise, if you get sick from eating it, won't you still have to go to her?

After waiting a while longer, and seeing that no one else would come to buy shrimp, Liang Yili thought for a moment and said:

"Grandpa, sister, you two stay here and I'll go and try to sell it to them!"

Liang Ruotao, who was just worrying, heard this and said, "Actively sell?"

"Hmm, there are so many shrimp left over, we can't finish them all even if we take them home, so we might as well give some to others to try."

After saying that, Liang Yili took the large wooden bowl and went wherever there were many people, smiling and urging them to try the shrimp she had brought.

But she doesn't sell to just anyone.

Instead, they target young people, older men, or women whose clothes and appearance clearly indicate they have plenty of money.

You know what, even though I still get rejected.

But people all have a hidden tendency to like getting something for nothing, so when they hear it's free, they're all willing to give it a try.

After a while, a few straightforward customers who liked this dish actually went to the stall with Liang Yili to buy shrimp.

The light in Liang Ruotao's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He turned around and followed his sister's example, squeezing into the crowd further away.

That evening, everyone who frequented the intersection knew that a family of three had arrived, selling spicy and flavorful food, perfect for drinking with alcohol.

As the last rays of the sun faded, Liang Yili's first shrimp-selling trip came to an end.

Just as Liang Yili had predicted, the shrimp were not completely sold out.

There are less than two pounds left.

Touching the dozen or so yuan in her pocket, Liang Ruotao felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

Hua Yuansheng's brows, which had been arched like a small mountain, relaxed a bit.

After returning home, Liang Yili and Liang Ruotao, carrying the remaining shrimp, knocked on the door of their great-grandfather Hua Yuanqing's house.

"The shrimp are getting a little cold, eat them while they're still warm!" Before Hua Yuanqing could refuse, the two sisters took off running home.

Hua Anshan looked at the crayfish in the basin, and his heart sank.

A hint of worry flashed across Hua Yuanqing's eyes, but their concerns vanished instantly after they tasted the crayfish.

Hua Yuanqing changed his previous disapproval and took the initiative to instruct his son: "If you're free tomorrow, bring up some more shrimp for your uncle's family."

How could something this delicious not sell well?

impossible!

Here, the three generations of the family closed the door, luxuriously turned on the lights, and sat around a small table.

Liang Ruotao carefully took out the money she had earned that night from her pocket and placed it on the table.

In an instant, the three men's eyes were fixed on the small bills.

Seeing the expectant yet incredulous expressions on her older sister's and grandfather's faces, Liang Yili said directly, "Touch them all! Count them all!"

Hua Yuansheng wanted to refuse, but he was also really happy, so he cheerfully said, "Okay! Count them all!"

And just like that, the small denomination bill passed through the hands of three people.

But no one announced the amount. Instead, they waited until Liang Yili finished counting, then looked at each other and said in unison, "16 yuan!"

Although she already knew the exact amount in her mind, Liang Ruotao's excitement still surged like waves into her heart.

Hua Yuansheng's hand, resting on the table, trembled slightly.

Liang Yili suddenly poured cold water on the idea, saying, "We didn't earn that much!"

When the two looked over, Liang Yili continued, "Today we made a total of 20 catties of shrimp. Of them, we tasted more than two catties, leaving more than one catty, and sold 16 catties."

16 is the gross profit, plus 3 yuan for the spice and 1.2 yuan for a pound of beer.

Therefore, our actual profit is 11.8 yuan.

Most importantly, the crayfish were free, and the labor costs were not calculated at all.

Undeniably, the income of 11.8 yuan was like a ray of light, giving the three of them a small sense of reassurance.

That night, Liang Ruotao tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

My mind is filled with the 11.8 yuan I earned today.

When she heard her sister's smug voice again, Liang Yili opened her eyes and said helplessly:

"Sis, if you don't go to sleep soon, you won't have the energy to cook shrimp tomorrow!"

"impossible!"

Before long, the sound of Liang Ruotao's breathing gradually becoming steady could be heard in the room.

But it was Liang Yili who couldn't sleep.

She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

What other ways are there to make money?