When Song Qiong first proposed to set up a stall, Song Zhen also had some doubts, she thought, how can an individual set up a stall? Although you can occasionally see one or two vendors on the street, they are all employees of state stores, who are assigned to sell there.

Those who sell their own things are often chased around by people who "do it".

However, Song Qiong got this business license, and her doubts were finally completely dispelled.

The most important thing is that she went to several state-run restaurants to see what they sold and the prices, a bowl of white porridge costs eight cents, and one tael of food stamps, a piece of flour sausage costs one dime and one tael of food stamps, and a vegetable soup noodle is one dime and five thousand bowls, and two taels of food stamps......

She calculated the price of rice and noodles again, one pound of rice is one cent, two cents and two pounds of vegetables, and one pound of flour, and one pound of rice can cook almost ten bowls of porridge.

The shrewd Song Zhen was excited at that time, if this thing could really be done, she could sell ten bowls of porridge a day, and with one pound of rice, she could exchange it for a pound of food stamps, five cents, and almost three cents and five cents.

If you sell twenty bowls, it is seven cents, twenty-one dollars a month, which is higher than the salary of the average apprentice.

Song Zhen's little eyes suddenly sparkled, and she immediately agreed to Song Qiong's plan in her heart.

In the evening, Song Qiong and Song Zhen discussed that the porridge stall would be set out tomorrow.

The preparatory work in the early stage has basically been put in place, but there are still many things to be done in the short term.

The shelves, wooden boards, simple tables and stools, stoves, iron pots and other equipment for the stall were all placed at the Shaxi scrap station, and Song Qiong rushed over overnight, borrowed a board car from the scrap station, and loaded the things back.

Song Zhen was busy pounding rice milk, steaming flour skin, preparing dishes and chopsticks, etc.

Before going to bed, Song Zhen checked the things that might be used tomorrow three times, returned to the door of the room, and muttered again, "The chopsticks don't seem to be taken", and went back to check again.

Song Qiong, who had already gone to bed, hurriedly stopped her: "Okay, the chopsticks have been taken, hurry up and go to bed, and get up early tomorrow." ”

"Oh, really took it?" Song Zhen frowned, and she didn't have her usual hearty and pungent appearance at all.

The Song family's house is very small, with only one room, and the courtyard behind the house is roofed, separated by a room, and two beds are placed in it, and Song Qiong, Song Zhen, Song Fang, and Song Peng's brothers and sisters are all crowded inside.

Song Fang and Song Peng didn't have much thought at this age, and after finishing their homework at night, they fell asleep quickly.

Song Zhen was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, thinking about how many bowls of porridge she could sell tomorrow and how much money she could make, and then thinking about what if she couldn't sell it? Later, I was worried that I would run into the people who ran into them and confiscate their stalls.

Song Qiong heard Song Zhen keep turning over, and couldn't help asking, "Ah Zhen, haven't slept yet?" ”

"Can't sleep!" In the dark, Song Zhen's voice was surprisingly soft.

"Why?"

"Song Qiong, you say, can our porridge be sold?" Song Zhen asked worriedly.

In the dark, Song Qiong couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, Song Zhen, this girl, is still young and has little experience, she must be so nervous and excited that she can't sleep.

He smiled: "Sure, you can also see it, there are many people queuing up to buy porridge in the state-run snack department, the porridge you boil is so delicious, why can't it be sold?" ”

"But doesn't it really matter if you do this?"

"Of course, if the certificate is all taken, and Director Huang of the Revolutionary Committee has signed, there will definitely be no problem......

Song Qiong assured with great certainty that Song Zhen said "oh", and just when Song Qiong thought she was relieved, Song Zhen suddenly said again: "Then, how many bowls of porridge do you say we can sell?" How much can we earn if we make two cents for a bowl of porridge? ”

"Tomorrow we will make a pot of porridge, how much we can sell, we will know tomorrow......" Song Qiong was very helpless, Song Zhen was obviously a little too excited, he comforted him for a long time, and finally fell asleep, I don't know if Song Zhen slept.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qiong was awakened by a piercing ringing bell, and the moment he woke up, his consciousness was still in a state of dissociation, and it took a while to realize that he was in the seventies.

The alarm clock rang for a long time, it was the prize that Song Wengen got when he won the provincial model worker, the old-fashioned clockwork alarm clock, Song Qiong stretched out his hand, touched the alarm clock, grabbed it, put it in front of his eyes and shook it, he couldn't see the dial clearly, so he had to get out of the quilt, touched the box of matches, wiped the fire, and by the light of the fire, he could see the time displayed on the dial: half past three in the morning.

Song Qiong shook his head vigorously, only to remember that he had said hello to Song Zhen last night, got up at half past three, began to wash rice and boil porridge, and went out of the stall at half past four. At this time, he realized that the time seemed to be a little too early, and in this era, everyone may not work so early.

Song Zhen has not moved, Song Qiong walked over and pushed her, she turned over, and continued to sleep, Song Qiong grabbed her hair and teased her nose with the tips of her hair, Song Zhen snorted, rubbed her nose with her hand, turned it over again, and continued to sleep.

Song Qiong had no choice but to put his hands into a trumpet shape, put them on Song Zhen's ears, and shouted in a low voice: "The person who did the work is here!" ”

"Ahh

Song Zhen exclaimed, and Huo Di sat up from the bed.

Frightened, and finding out that it was a dream, Song Zhen glared at Song Qiong in annoyance: "What are you doing?" ”

"It's almost four o'clock."

"Ahh Song Zhen grabbed the alarm clock and looked at it, and hurriedly jumped out of bed: "Oops, it's late, why didn't you call me earlier." ”

Song Qiong suddenly cried and laughed: "It's not that I didn't scream, but I didn't respond to you when I called, when did you sleep?" ”

"I don't know." Song Zhen hurriedly opened the door, passed through Song Wengen and Shen Lanying's bedroom, came to the kitchen, took a bamboo tube and a pound of white rice, and poured it into the washing basin to wash it.

Song Qiong moved the charcoal stove outside, put some old newspapers in the hearth, lit it, added crushed wood, and pressed honeycomb coal on top.

After a while, the hearth became red, and the briquettes gradually turned red under the action of the heat of the flame.

After the briquettes are burned, take out the briquettes with an iron fork, add a piece of dead charcoal balls underneath, and then put the burning briquettes back, and the stove is ready.

Place a stainless steel pot on top, fill it with rice and water, and slowly boil.

Porridge was boiling on the stove, and Song Zhen was busy making rice rolls.

Rice rolls are one of the breakfast that Cantonese people like to eat, and rice intestines are two kinds of things, rice noodles are mixed with starch and other accessories and poured into the pig's small intestine to make it, rice rolls look like small intestines, in fact, flour is made of flour skin, wrapped with filling.

Due to the limited raw materials, Song Zhen made two noodles last night, put them in the middle of the night, and just took them out and cut them into square slices.

After Song Qiong made the stove, he rode to the Hongqiqiao Bazaar in the east of the city.