After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

Mr. Wu and Xu Wenjie chatted and laughed for half an hour. Seeing that there were more and more customers in front of the stall, they didn't want to delay the other person's business.

Thinking that only his illiterate wife was in his bookstore, he smiled and said goodbye, saying he had to go back.

Before going back, I left fifty coins.

He laughed and said, “My wife also loves to eat. It just so happens that my father-in-law’s birthday is on the ninth day of the month. My wife said she would order this fresh food from your family, the small kind like last time. I’ll order fifty coins in advance. Please trouble you and your wife to deliver it on the ninth day.”

The ninth day is the next small market day.

Brothers, settle accounts.

Although Xu Wenjie treated Mr. Wu as a friend, he didn't fuss over these matters, otherwise it would have caused unpleasantness between friends.

He accepted it with a smile, promising to deliver it on the next market day.

After that, Zhang He and his wife continued with their own busy work.

As noon approached, the number of people in front of the stall increased, including not only returning customers but also many first-time visitors.

However, there were more people at this market than last time. More than 60 portions were sold in just one morning. Xu Zhuzhu silently counted that it was nearly 200 coins.

She was still in charge of watching over the money, but this time, instead of using her hat, she used a money pouch that her mother had specially sewn the night before she left, which was hung around Xu Zhuzhu's neck.

She doesn't need to hold it all the time, and she's not afraid of losing it.

The family was so busy that they didn't have time to eat lunch. They just ate one or two dumplings quickly and were full.

Although the food was delicious, they had been eating dumplings since last night, and had been smelling that smell all morning. After smelling it so much, they didn't really want to eat anymore.

Xu Zhuzhu didn't eat any of the rice noodles; she was only thinking about the rice noodles from Grandma Mi's house. She ran over and ate a bowl. When Zhang He saw this, she laughed and scolded, "I don't know where you learned this gluttonous habit from!"

Grandma Mi adored her two children, so she didn't mind the small amount of food. Instead, she pulled Xu An over to eat with her.

Zhang He sighed helplessly.

Zhang Xiaolin, who was at the stall across the street, arrived right on time. Zhang He, knowing he was Grandma Mi's godson, didn't say anything and just cooked some dumplings for him.

"Thank you, Madam Xu."

Zhang Xiaolin smiled and swallowed the food whole, his narrow eyes staring straight at Zhang He without any attempt to hide his true feelings.

Zhang He felt a surge of displeasure and nodded slightly.

Just then, Xu Zhuzhu, who was eating rice noodles, suddenly emitted a faint red light from the beads around her neck.

However, this time she was wearing a pink cotton-padded coat, so the red light wasn't very noticeable. Also, because the cloth bag was placed outside the coat, Xu Zhuzhu only noticed a slight warmth and didn't think much of it...

My mind is entirely focused on the rice noodles.

As the time approached 3:45 PM, the people who had come to the market gradually dispersed, and Xu Zhuzhu's family's stall also gradually came to an end for the day.

After resting, Xu Wenjie and Zhang He roughly estimated that, excluding the dumplings they ate themselves and those they gave away, they had sold a total of 480 dumplings, earning 288 coins. Adding Mr. Wu's 50 coins, they made a total of 338 coins.

Because they still borrowed Granny Mi's pot, they gave Granny Mi another 30 coins. But this time Granny Mi was extremely cautious, even guarding against Xu Zhuzhu. The family couldn't give it away no matter what they did.

Zhang He had no choice but to give up, thinking she would just make more dumplings for the old man next time.

……

Having made a net profit of over three hundred coins, Zhang He didn't hesitate this time. Before going home, she led her family straight to the clothing shop.

Xu Wenjie, a regular customer, bought two catties of cotton and a bolt of cotton cloth in one go. Knowing that the shopkeeper was easy to talk to, he asked with a smile, "Shopkeeper, could you give me a discount?"

Shopkeeper Hua is a native of Qingshan Town. When he was a child, he followed his father, who was a peddler, to collect and sell goods. He saved up some money and opened this shop when he was nearly middle-aged.

Xu Wenjie had visited their shop several times before, and each time he spent a lot of money on things, so Manager Hua recognized him.

Their area is mountainous and rainy, so cotton yields are already low, and this year is even worse.

It's cold this year, and the villagers around here who grow cotton are keeping it to make clothes for their own families. He went to the villages several times before the Lunar New Year, but didn't receive much cotton, so he had to go to other towns to buy some.

So even though it's a small place, cotton is more expensive than in other towns in the county.

However, since every household grows hemp and the harvest is good, most of the clothes this year are also made by each family, who weave and cut their own cloth.

Apart from a few people in the town, the number of people who came to the clothing store to buy clothes this winter could be counted on one hand.

Xu Wenjie came to him twice, spending over a hundred coins each time, which naturally left a deep impression on him.

Shopkeeper Hua was not tall; only his chest and above were visible as he stood behind the high counter. But his shrewd eyes had never left Xu Wenjie's family since they entered the store.

—The family of four all wore clothes made by his family.

Shopkeeper Hua narrowed his eyes and a smile spread across his face. He figured that these customers would be big clients in the future, so naturally he wanted to build a good relationship with them.

Without hesitation, he readily replied, "We're regulars, so it doesn't matter. Two hundred and ten coins, let's round it down to two hundred."

Zhang He was overjoyed and thanked her profusely, asking Manager Hua to help wrap it up quickly. She also asked Manager Hua if she had any thicker needles and cotton thread.

When Manager Hua saw Zhang He buying cotton and cloth, he initially thought she just wanted to make clothes. But when Zhang He asked, he knew she wanted to make quilts. He immediately wrapped up the needles and thread and said he would give them to Zhang He.

She had already gotten a good deal, so why was she being asked to take more things for no reason? Zhang He refused to accept them, politely declining, and said with a smile, "In that case, there's no need to wipe off the ten coins."

As he spoke, he took out two hundred and ten coins to hand over to Manager Hua.

To everyone's surprise, Manager Hua was a man of principle; he only took two hundred coins and returned the remaining ten.

"I've been doing business for so many years, and I always believe in integrity. How can I take back what I've said? Madam Xu, you'd better take it back quickly."

Zhang He looked helplessly at Xu Wenjie.

Xu Wenjie understood, smiled slightly, and accepted it directly.

"Thank you, Manager Hua."

Why not take something that's free?

Xu Zhuzhu keenly caught a glimpse of cunning in her father's eyes and admired him!

Afterwards, Manager Hua, beaming with joy, said some polite words about being a regular customer, and Xu Wenjie repeatedly smiled and agreed.

.........

By the time the family returned home, it was already dark.

Zhang He quickly started cooking, and Grandma Mi secretly brought them a small basket of rice noodles, which Xu Zhuzhu insisted on eating stir-fried.

Zhang He was puzzled; she had never done it before, yet the little girl seemed to know everything.

Xu Zhuzhu has loved eating strange and unusual things since she was a child, such as fried rice, milk with sugar, and sweet potatoes. Zhang He tries her best to satisfy her whenever possible.

However, she had never actually cooked fried rice noodles before; this was only the second time she had made them.

Zhang He figured the little girl must have seen someone make this way of eating in her dream, and remembered it because she was greedy, so she asked Xu Zhuzhu if she remembered how the person made it.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Zhuzhu told Zhang He the steps she had researched in her previous life in detail.

However, her cooking skills have never been very good. Although she follows the recipes online, her dishes never taste as good as those sold outside.

After listening, Zhang He kept it in mind and thought about it. It sounded quite simple, so she prepared all the necessary materials.

At this moment, Xu Zhuzhu suddenly remembered the sausage she had brought back from the garbage dump, which she had been reluctant to eat.

He rushed into the house and rummaged through the supplies he had brought back from the garbage dump, finding the sausages he had brought back earlier.

"Mommy, add this in, it's delicious!"

Xu Zhuzhu still had her arms crossed, her chin held high, and her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"This looks red and slippery, is it edible? There are so many words written on it!" Zhang He held up a sausage and examined it carefully in the firelight, full of doubt.

The sausages they brought back hadn't been touched, so her mother didn't know how to eat them. Xu Zhuzhu opened her mouth, took a bite, peeled off the plastic, and stuffed a piece into her mother's mouth.

Zhang He chewed slowly, her eyes suddenly brightening as she exclaimed with delight, "It's so tender, and it smells so good too!"

So Xu Zhuzhu simply gave the water to Xu Wenjie, who was boiling water nearby, and Xu An, who was following her father closely and learning new characters.

Several people said that it tasted strange, but it was very fragrant and delicious.

Xu Zhuzhu nodded in satisfaction and said proudly, "Isn't it delicious!"

Zhang He pinched her cheek. The water next to her boiled, so she told Xu Zhuzhu to go wash up first, while Zhang He prepared fried rice noodles on the side.

Grandma Mi's rice noodles are all handmade and made with all-natural ingredients. Although they vary in thickness, they are not hard at all; instead, they are chewy and springy.

Zhang He only rinsed the food once and boiled it for three or four minutes before stir-frying it.

Using the Meimei pot, you don't need to use much oil. There's still half a bucket of oil left from the one I brought back from the garbage dump last time.

Next, eggs, vegetables, and ham were added in, and then, according to Xu Zhuzhu's idea, Meimei Pot helped to season it.

The courtyard was instantly filled with a delicious aroma. Xu Zhuzhu was soaking her feet, and before she could even dry them, she put on her shoes and tried to jump towards the pot, but Xu Wenjie pulled her back with one hand.

"What's the rush? Go inside and wait," Zhang He said, amused.

Xu An, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh and joke, "Letting your younger sister study will definitely make her run faster."

"Brother is talking nonsense!" Xu Zhuzhu said angrily, then looked at her father with her big, watery eyes, "Father?"

Her father remained calm and indifferent.

Xu Zhuzhu sighed helplessly, swallowed hard, and kicked her feet as her father carried her into the house. She was quite depressed for a while.

However, after she ate the rice noodles her mother cooked, the gloom in her heart instantly dissipated, leaving only pure happiness.

You have to admit her mother is a great cook. Even with the help of the beautiful pot, her father could never make it taste this good, and neither could she!