Although he successfully detoured Zhao Youqian to the road of papermaking, Sun Siyuan did not give up his plan of "fritter Shih". The next day, after breakfast, she took the housekeeper out to buy and bought a set of equipment: pots and pans, small carts and small stoves, and after coming back to rebuild, it became a full set of tools for Sun Siyuan to fry fritters.

At noon, Sun Siyuan made a face, and after eating lunch and packing things, he took the housekeeper Zhuang to the street. Steward Zhuang took a step back and said: Everyone has just finished eating, who are you going to sell it to?

The street where Sun Siyuan went shopping was West Street in the capital, close to his home, although he had already dispersed, there were many people. found a shop door, discussed it with others, set up the pot, and Sun Siyuan began to get busy.

"Let me tell you, I'm very smart, and now at this point, the people who collect land taxes are not there, don't you save money!" Sun Siyuan was proud. Steward Zhuang disliked Sun Siyuan in his heart while washing vegetables: Save money, how much money have you saved? Will the money saved be enough to buy noodles for your "experiment" for a day?

Steward Zhuang washes weaving vegetables, which are vegetables similar to lettuce, which were used by Gu Da Niang's family when they sold fried chicken. After Sun Siyuan broke the idea of plastic bags and paper bags, she made two preparations: bamboo skewers and weaving vegetables. Those who buy fried dough sticks can choose to eat them on bamboo skewers or wrapped in woven vegetables.

After frying a pot of small fritters, no one came to ask the price, Sun Siyuan fried another pot, but still no one bought it. Watching the fried fritters gradually cool, Sun Siyuan squinted at Steward Zhuang and smiled: Steward Zhuang, shout!

Steward Zhuang hesitated again and again, but still blushed and shouted.

"Fritters, eat fritters, crispy and sweet fritters, come and see and buy them!" After all, it is the emperor's inner servant, and this voice is still very bright, but many women listen to it, and they always feel that there is an indescribable grievance in this voice.

I think I am a palace manager, although I am not a first-class official, I have been with the current emperor for more than 20 years, where have I ever experienced such a thing as street hawking?

Steward Zhuang shouted a few times, and there were many people around Sun Siyuan, Sun Siyuan cut another piece of noodles and fried a pot of fritters. Seeing the thin noodles bulging in the oil like a blow, everyone was a little curious and began to talk about it.

"Eat!" Sun Siyuan glanced at Steward Zhuang who had just taken a breath, and Steward Zhuang was helpless, so he rolled a fritter with weaving vegetables and stuffed it into his mouth. This is all Sun Siyuan said to Steward Zhuang in advance, not only to sell loudly, but also to eat for others!

"Uh-huh, folks, this is my family handicraft 'fritters', crispy and sweet, delicious and inexpensive, two sticks for a penny, everyone has a lot of cheers!" Sun Siyuan smiled sweetly, although she was not a peerless beauty, but her smile was very attractive to women, like a little sister and little daughter in the family.

Look at the housekeeper who eats with a mouth full of oil, there are people who pay for it, two for a penny, not expensive, and there are always people who are willing to try it.

The higher the status, the more cautious they are in eating, and you can see that the emperor has to be tasted by the people around him. Ordinary people are different, speaking of which, ordinary people are very receptive to food, they have lived every day, they have eaten everything that cannot be eaten, and the production process can be seen at a glance with this thing in front of them, and everyone has nothing to worry about.

"Oops, this thing, ho, yes!" The first aunt who paid for it bought two, one for her youngest daughter, and one for herself. She took the freshly cooked one, and although it was very hot, it was very crispy.

"Is it delicious?" Auntie's eldest daughter stared at her sister. "Good, good times". The youngest daughter had fritters stuffed into her mouth, and she couldn't speak clearly. The eldest daughter is not following now: "Mother, I want to eat too!" ”

The aunt bought a few pennies, wore a bamboo stick and held it in her hand, and led her two daughters away. That handful of fritters looks good from the side, golden yellow.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, everyone has paid for fritters, some buy a penny to taste it, and some buy several pennies to take back to their families to taste. The housekeeper was responsible for collecting the money, and Sun Siyuan was frying fritters there.

When the housekeeper collects the money, he is also responsible for publicity: tomorrow morning, still here, work early, welcome everyone to taste.

The people on the street are different from the people in the village, and every household makes their own breakfast, and most of them buy breakfast to eat. In the morning, steamed buns, baked cakes, soy milk, and rice porridge are all sold on this street.

Because there were not many noodles prepared, they were sold out in less than an hour. Sun Siyuan thought in her heart, now that there are few people, and it is an after-dinner order, everyone buys it as a snack, and it should be able to sell more if you come early tomorrow.

After returning home, Sun Siyuan counted the money from selling fritters back and forth several times, and the more she counted, the happier she became. Zhao Youqian, who was reading a book on the side, was very helpless: they were all coins of one penny, not even a big coin of ten yuan, and there was not a tael of silver in total, and I didn't see you count a hundred catties of gold, why are you so happy?

Early the next morning, before Zhao Youqian got up, Sun Siyuan blew up Steward Zhuang, she kneaded the dough, Steward Zhuang prepared charcoal, bamboo skewers and weaving vegetables, packed up and the two of them yawned and pushed the cart to the street.

Zhao Youqian, who was woken up by Sun Siyuan, silently glanced at the bright sky, thinking that no one was waiting for his breakfast, so he pulled the quilt and covered his head to sleep!

The wind blows the snowflakes, and the sky and the earth are the same color. It's not just the weather that's cold and sluggish, it's also people's hearts. At the gate of Zhao's mansion, Sun Siyuan, who was dressed in red, looked at Zhao Youqian: "I'm sorry, I have money, Steward Zhuang is my beloved, goodbye." She stepped on the sedan chair, and the housekeeper Zhuang, who was also dressed in red, smiled coldly at him: "Lord, I'm sorry, the princess will be my lady in the future." He beckoned the drummer to play music, and the group blew and blew and carried the sedan chair away.

"Siyuan, Siyuan, lady!" Zhao Youqian chased after the sedan chair, but the sedan chair seemed to be close in front of him, but he couldn't catch up, Zhao Youqian chased more and more tired, his footsteps became heavier and heavier, and finally fell to the ground.

When I opened my eyes, it was dawn.

Zhao Youqian gasped heavily, as if he had really chased a sedan chair all the way, and his eyes stared fiercely at the portrait on the screen in the room: Steward Zhuang, if you dare to seduce my lady, I will eat you alive!

Steward Zhuang became his imaginary enemy because of Zhao Youqian's unprovoked dream.

That screen also suffered innocently, just because the person on it seemed to be a middle-aged man, it was demolished by Zhao Youqian, it's nothing, he wants to learn papermaking!

On an August day, even in the morning, it was not cold, Sun Siyuan and Steward Zhuang went to the street, occupied a good place and set up a stall. Most of the morning markets sell breakfast, and Sun Siyuan relies on a soybean milk shop. The soybean milk shop also sells steamed buns, some dry and some are very popular. Seeing that Sun Siyuan was selling new gadgets, he didn't care, and Sun Siyuan gave them a few fritters, and the two started chatting.