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

When I got home, I closed the door.

As soon as the folding table was opened, Jiang Yicheng couldn't wait to pour the money from her wallet onto the table and start counting it bit by bit.

To avoid miscounting, she deliberately divided the small bills of different denominations into piles, categorized them, and then began counting them one pile at a time.

The other three sat at the table, their eyes shining as they watched Jiang Yicheng count the money.

The small bills looked like a lot, but after counting them and removing the change I had put in before leaving, I only had 15 yuan left.

Jiang Yicheng took out the ledger.

Yesterday, she spent a total of 10 yuan on ingredients and seasonings, which is enough to make about 4 buckets of spicy strips.

We've sold two barrels so far, and we can make another batch this afternoon.

In other words, today's cost is about 5 yuan.

15-5, not counting labor costs, after working for most of the day, I only earned 10 yuan in total.

Seeing Jiang Yicheng's wrinkled face, Jiang Shuyang asked anxiously, "How much did you earn?"

Surely we can't have lost money?

Logically, this shouldn't be the case...

Jiang Yicheng pursed her lips: "I earned about 10 yuan."

"Ten yuan? That much?" Jiang Shuyang's eyes widened in shock.

many?

Jiang Yicheng was taken aback.

Jiang Hai took in his daughter's reaction and said with a smile, "You only made 10 yuan in half a day. If you keep it up for a month, you'll have 300 yuan."

A monthly salary of 300 yuan is considered a high-income salary.

Jiang Shuyuan analyzed carefully: "It should be more than 300 yuan. Today is our first time setting up a stall, and many people are still observing and haven't bought anything."

"Also, we gave out a bit too much food for tasting today. In a few days, when the tasting portions are smaller, we'll be able to sell even more."

Jiang Yicheng was startled.

Yes, this was her first time setting up a stall, and she already earned 10 yuan.

Ten yuan may not sound like much, but this was in 1989, a time when the average salary was only one or two hundred yuan.

But she also knew that the accounts weren't calculated that way.

This 10 yuan wasn't the result of her hard work alone; her aunt helped steam the noodles, and her father and brother helped sell them...

Despite this, Jiang Yicheng was still very happy after she figured it out.

Jiang Yicheng happily kept a good record of the expenses, setting aside 5 yuan for the cost of buying ingredients next time, and giving 1 yuan to each of the other three people.

Jiang Hai refused, so Jiang Yicheng said with a straight face, "Do you think it's too little?"

"Sister, we don't need the money..."

"Then I don't need your help."

Upon hearing this, the three had no choice but to obediently accept the one yuan that Jiang Yicheng had given them.

Jiang Yicheng added, "From now on, I will give a share of the money to anyone who helps me. As for how much, it will depend on the day's earnings."

She did this job not just for a day or two, but every single day.

She really can't keep an eye on everything by herself; she needs help.

But if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass diligently.

What could motivate people more than money?

"I have to go to my grandpa's house this afternoon to make the spicy strips that we're going to sell tomorrow."

"Sis, two buckets aren't enough to sell today, why don't we make more?" Jiang Shuyang said.

Jiang Yicheng nodded: "Okay, I'll prepare another bucket today."

Once things stabilize for a few days and the novelty wears off, you can start selling it along with other items.

The main reasons for choosing spicy strips are their low cost and strong flavor.

But how can someone who aspires to be a rich woman be content with earning only 10 yuan a day?

It would be great if we could seal the spicy strips in plastic and sell them at various convenience stores.

They adopted a strategy of low profit margins and high sales volume, then sold themselves off and went to do something else.

However, the most urgent thing is to stabilize the business first.

With a successful opening day, and old customers bringing in new ones, Jiang Yicheng sold her three buckets of spicy strips even faster on the second day.

I set up my stall just as dawn was breaking, and by 10 a.m., I had sold out completely.

What's surprising is that yesterday, customers who only bought two bags to try it out were now buying more, sometimes three or four bags at a time.

"Hey, this spicy snack is really good! I'll take some home for my family to try!"

I never expected that one taste would make me so addicted.

As a result, many more customers bought five or four bags at a time.

"There are only two sticks in a bag. They're gone as soon as you get a taste. Who can eat that much?"

There were also elementary school students clutching their pocket money, their faces as dirty as a tabby cat's, staring with wide, round eyes, their mouths full of drool, shouting:

"Sister, I want a bag!"

With a large flow of people at the bus stop, coupled with the support of the children in the mine compound, Jiang Yicheng's spicy snack sales increased rapidly.

This drew complaints from latecomers: "Sold out again? Couldn't you have prepared more? Who's going to buy this little bit?!"

Jiang Yicheng stared at the five empty buckets on the ground, feeling like she almost didn't recognize the words "so little".

But the customer is king, so he could only smile apologetically and say, "You're right, I'll prepare more later."

The group happily carried their empty buckets home, but as soon as they entered the yard, they heard a woman muttering to herself in the stairwell.

"Did you know that the girl from the Jiang family failed the exam?"

Neighbor Aunt Ruan nudged Aunt Qiu's arm from the second floor and said mysteriously.

Aunt Qiu spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells on the ground, her face full of disdain, and said:

"Is there any need to guess? I expected it long ago."

It's just that the Jiang couple's brains are full of water. They don't care about their twin sons, but they dote on their money-losing son like the apple of their eye.

Look how spoiled her son, Jiang Yicheng, is...

In my opinion, as long as the girl doesn't starve, that's fine...

Aunt Ruan, not wanting to get involved in the decades-long feud between Aunt Qiu and Li Qunfang's families, gave an awkward smile.

Instead of responding, she changed the subject, saying, "I see Jiang Yicheng going out every day. She said she set up a stall at the bus stop, and quite a few people buy from her."

What were those two in the Jiang family thinking? A young woman like her, showing her face in public to do business.