After more than an hour of busyness, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Wu Xiaozheng's stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

Taking advantage of the small number of people, Wu Xiaozheng carefully explained to Liu Shuigen the method of stir-fried meat with shredded radish, and told him the essentials and how to master the heat, so that this dish can become a standing home-cooked dish in this small shop, so that Liu Shuigen can also smoothly dispose of the large number of radishes he bought today.

"Okay, Wu Xiaozheng, you have worked hard today, I have to trouble you to fry a few more dishes, let's have lunch together." ”

Unconsciously, Liu Shuigen no longer regards Wu Xiaozheng as a child.

Having lunch here is a must, and Wu Xiaozheng didn't want to go home hungry with his grandfather, so he was not welcome and got busy again.

After a few side dishes were fried, Wu Changhe was invited into the store, and Liu Shuigen also took out a bottle of wine and poured a glass for Wu Changhe and himself first.

"Wu Xiaozheng, do you want a drink too?"

Liu Shuigen asked jokingly, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Of course, he is in a good mood, because there is Wu Xiaozheng at noon today, and the income of one meal can cover the usual two or three days.

Wu Xiaozheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Not to mention, in his previous life, he was really addicted to luxury, to the point where he was not happy with alcohol, or he would not have jumped off the building drunk.

"Forget it, it's easy to get drunk and make mistakes. Wu Xiaozheng waved his hand.

While this body has not yet formed a dependence on alcohol, it is better to drink less, in case one day you drink too much and want to fly again.

"Why do you always talk like an adult!"

Liu Shuigen said with a smile, and then toasted Wu Changhe.

Wu Changhe is still a little restrained, but he is also a good drinker, and he usually likes to drink at home when he has nothing to do, so he didn't say anything polite to Liu Shuigen.

"Old Uncle Wu, your Wu Xiaozheng is really sensible, if only my son was as sensible as him. ”

Liu Shuigen drank and pulled the calf with Wu Changhe. After the comparison, he was still feeling sorry for his unsuccessful son.

Wu Changhe smiled and did not speak.

Although he was still a little puzzled, Wu Changhe did feel very happy now.

The grandson is finally sensible and promising!

This eldest grandson of his own, not only magically helped sell the turnips, but also allowed himself to drink wine and eat meat, which made him happier than anything else.

And something that made him even happier.

After eating, Liu Shuigen took out a small stack of money and handed it to Wu Xiaozheng: "Chef Wu, you fried a total of fifty-six dishes today, according to what was said, these fifty-six yuan is your hard work." ”

Wu Changhe was even more surprised.

Not only did his grandson sell the turnips, but he still had so much income? He could earn so much money at 56 yuan at noon? This is much better than growing vegetables and selling turnips by himself!

Wu Xiaozheng took the stack of money, and then took out another 20 yuan from it and handed it back to Liu Shuigen.

"I won't take today's stir-fried meat with shredded radish, and the rest is what I should take, so I won't be polite to you. Wu Xiaozheng's tone is still so human.

Wu Xiaozheng knew in his heart how many dishes he had fried today, and he knew that Liu Shuigen had not deceived himself.

As a shrewd small businessman, Liu Shuigen can still keep his promises and not take advantage of small advantages, which is worthy of Wu Xiaozheng's appreciation, so he doesn't want to take advantage of Liu Shuigen.

After postponing it for a while, Liu Shuigen accepted the 20 yuan and asked expectantly: "Will you come again tomorrow?" or you will come again tomorrow, and the commission will remain the same. ”

"I'll take a look, I'll come if it's okay. ”

Wu Xiaozheng did not refuse, because he really needs money now, and before there is no other source of income, it is also a way to come to Liu Shuigen to make a little money.

"Let's go home. ”

After coming out of Liu Shuigen's shop, Wu Changhe, who was a little drunk, pushed up the tricycle and prepared to take Wu Xiaozheng home.

I seem to have forgotten something!" Wu Xiaozheng frowned.

"Grandpa, wait for me a little longer, I'll go weigh some meat for my sister. ”

Wu Xiaozheng remembered the sentence that Wu Xiaoli muttered with tears in her eyes in the morning: "It's pickled radish again!"

He felt sour when he thought about it, because of the changes in his family, the young sister even ate a bite of meat became a luxury, and he must not let this happen.

Wu Changhe sighed again.

Although he was still worried about the money, he didn't say anything to stop it.

In this era, meat is not expensive, only three yuan per catty. Wu Xiaozheng quickly went around the market and came back, carrying a piece of meat in his hand.

"Grandpa, I'll ride it when I go back. ”

Seeing that Wu Changhe was a little drunk, Wu Xiaozheng launched a new proposal. He felt that his small body really needed to be exercised, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the heavy burden in the future.

"Then you can try it. Wu Changhe didn't refuse anymore and happily sat on the body of the tricycle.

For Wu Xiaozheng, who is less than 14 years old, the tricycle carrying a person is still a little heavy, but he can barely cope with it, and Wu Xiaozheng rode on the road leisurely.

"Xiaozheng, when did you learn to stir-fry?" Wu Changhe, who was still a little excited, finally asked tentatively.

"Oh, I went to school in books. Wu Xiaozheng replied copically.

There is really no way to explain this, but Wu Xiaozheng knows Wu Changhe's character, and he should barely be able to deal with this old peasant who doesn't have much education.

Sure enough, Wu Changhe didn't study it in detail, but asked tentatively: "Xiaozheng, it's almost the New Year, and the radishes in the field may not be able to be sold, or we will sell the New Year's pigs." ”

This is an era when the economy is not developed enough.

For rural people, because of lack of money, it is not easy to eat a bite of meat, so every family will raise one or two pigs every year, and kill them before the Chinese New Year, so that the family can eat a few meals of meat and live a troubled year.

If it weren't for the family's real difficulties, under normal circumstances, the New Year's pigs would not be sold.

Wu Changhe does have this idea, if the radish really can't be sold, if there is no other source of income, he really has to sell the New Year's pig, so that he can barely get through the difficulty after the Spring Festival.

Of course, he also thought about it again. He saw that Wu Xiaozheng could earn dozens of yuan at noon, and he was looking forward to Wu Xiaozheng continuing tomorrow, but if he wanted to open this mouth directly to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, he couldn't pull this face a little.

Wu Changhe's careful thinking naturally couldn't hide it from Wu Xiaozheng, he replied with a smile: "Grandpa, don't worry, you don't need to sell the pig for the New Year, my sister and my tuition will be wrapped up in me." ”

Just kidding, if you can't even eat a bite of meat during the Chinese New Year, then Wu Xiaozheng will live in vain for decades in his last life.

Not only that, but a few hundred yuan in tuition is far from his goal, and it is his pursuit to let his family live a happy life.

However, how to make money does have to take a little thought on his side.