Miao Cuihua expressed her deepest and most sincere condolences to the penny that had been lost, and then, for the next whole afternoon and night, she continued to face the most realistic problem-

Do you want to keep brushing?

At the moment, she only has a recipe for bean foam, and she is self-taught and can roll noodles.

Relying only on these two things, it is not realistic to want to set up a stall, after all, the bean foam is just soup, lack of staple food, and it is laborious to make hand-rolled noodles, and she can't be busy alone.

Resentment, brush a sandwich for Mao Yiyin and silver, even if you give me a green onion cake. But if she continues to brush, Miao Cuihua is really afraid that it will be a hamburger, or a cheat recipe such as curry rice.

The soul is faint, this system is a combination of Chinese and Western, do you dare to be single-minded, only give me Chinese food!

"Sister, are you okay?" Miao Cuifeng looked at Miao Cuihua worriedly, from yesterday afternoon to now, my sister is listless, is it because the money is not enough?

Miao Cuihua quickly came back to her senses, raised a smile and said, "I'm fine, I just thought about life a little." ”

Here it is again, my sister says every time that she is thinking about life, what is there to think about in life. My sister has been looking left and right, is she looking for a place to work? However, my sister is a girl's family, and she won't be bullied if she goes to the store to work as a union?

That's right, Miao Cuihua was taking Miao Cuifeng down the street, and a pair of eyes were glancing around, and she never stopped.

She wasn't looking for a place to work, but she was looking at where she could set up a stall.

This booth is not something that can be occupied casually. A good location, as soon as you are a newcomer, the hairy girl is not afraid of being beaten and smashed by the guy, so you will go to occupy it. If the location is not good, you can't do business, and you have a wool use.

"Rice cakes, jujube cakes, pea cakes, lentil cakes just out of the pot!"

A woman passes by with a basket.

The sweet smell also swept through like a gust of wind.

"Sister, are you hungry?" Miao Cuifeng looked at Miao Cuihua, and then at the woman who sold the cake, and said very carefully, "If you want to eat, buy a few pieces and try it, it's okay, I don't eat, I don't like sweet." ”

This is to save money and want her to eat snacks, right? Miao Cuihua looked at Miao Cuifeng helplessly, who looked serious, and let out a long sigh. Why is this kid so painful? If it was a bear child, maybe she could still bear to deduct him, but such a caring child, where would she be willing to let him suffer the slightest grievance.

Patting Miao Cuifeng's head, Miao Cuihua smiled: "It's okay, my sister doesn't like sweets, I'm just thinking about how we should make money in the future." ”

And the woman just now gave her a hint.

In modern times, the most common food stalls on the streets and alleys are not stalls, but electric tricycles with simple boiler ingredients, from pancakes to steamed buns, even hot and sour noodles, potato flour and rice noodles. Although it was impossible to build an electric three-wheeled car in ancient times, it was possible to build a simple trolley.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't have pasta, she only sells bean foam, doesn't occupy a stall in the market, pushes a cart through the streets and alleys, looking for residential areas, and it is estimated that she can sell almost as much as she goes. However, this small car needs to be well designed, at least it can accommodate a small stove and a pot.

Sister, what's wrong? Miao Cuifeng on the side was full of suspicions, my sister couldn't be too tired these days, and her head was a little abnormal. I was listless just now, but now I suddenly became happy again.

Miao Cuihua didn't notice Miao Cuifeng's doubts, and her mind was now all about how to design the cart.

When she got home, her mind was full of wheels, cars, and stoves.

"Sister." Miao Cuifeng finally couldn't help it, held Miao Cuihua's hand and shook it vigorously, "I'm so good to feed, I don't have to eat meatloaf buns all day long, gruel steamed buns cost less money and support my stomach, I'll eat that, don't be too tired." If the money is really not enough, I will go out and find some work, even if people dislike me for being small, it is okay to follow and do an apprenticeship, not to mention whether there is a salary or not, I can take care of the food. ”

Hearing this, Miao Cuihua was stunned and asked confusedly: "Why did you suddenly talk about this, I didn't say that the money was not enough, what do you think?" Seeing that Miao Cuifeng was still worried, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "You are not a big person, but you have a lot of things to think about, we still have enough money, where can you go out and make money?" Just now when we were on the street, I thought of a way to make money, and I'm thinking about it right now. ”

"Really?" Miao Cuifeng was skeptical.

"When did my sister lie to you?" Miao Cuihua raised her eyebrows, and suddenly pinched Miao Cuifeng's nose unexpectedly, "Leave the matter of making money to me, you study hard, I'm waiting for you to earn me a big yard to live in." "This kid always said that he wanted to take the examination to become a big official, so that he could buy her a house and buy a group of maids to serve. Well, the ambition is good, I hope not to be as sad as her, she would say when she was a child that she wanted to be admitted to Tsinghua University.

drove Miao Cuifeng to read a book, Miao Cuihua grabbed a branch and squatted on the ground at the door to draw, trying to draw the prototype of the car in her mind.

"Yo, Sister Cuihua can also paint, what is this painting?" A soft voice sounded coldly.

Miao Cuihua was constructing a tool to make money in the future, when she was suddenly interrupted by someone, and she was so angry that she almost jumped up from the ground. When I looked up, it turned out to be Sister Lan, the daughter of the landlord Aunt Su.

If you want to say that this Sister Lan, she is sixteen years old this year, and she is definitely a mother and daughter with the Su family, and the two of them are generally petite figures, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and delicate and soft voices, which can be called small jasper. Sister Lan's surname is Lu, but her father, that is, Aunt Su's husband, passed away ten years ago, and she had to leave a little family property and this house for rent, so that the orphans and widows would not have nothing to rely on.

"You're painting a tree, huh? Is it a tree, or is it a flower? Sister Lan looked at the messy parked car on the ground with great interest, she was very curious about this girl who brought her younger brother to rent her house.

I heard that it was the young master of Lan Ji who came forward to rent it in person. It's really weird, what does this girl have to do with Young Master Lan? The mother said that it was a foreign house raised by Young Master Lan, how could it be possible, Young Master Lan would take a fancy to this kind of little girl who has not yet opened?

Miao Cuihua glanced at her paintings, although she didn't have any artistic bacteria, she wouldn't paint so badly. Although the wheels are not very round, the handlebars are not very straight, and the pot is slightly twisted......

With a dry cough, she said, "Well, I drew ...... Cart. ”

"Car?" Sister Lan looked at it for a while, nodded and said, "It's a bit similar, but whose carriage is like this?" Sister Cuihua, you haven't been in a carriage, the carriage is not like this, I'll take you on the carriage another day, and you'll know when the time comes. ”

Eldest sister, I didn't originally draw a carriage, did you see me draw a horse, and I am not Xu Beihong. The corners of Miao Cuihua's mouth twitched, and from Sister Lan'er's words, she heard something very interesting-Sister Lan seemed to often ride in a carriage.

But as far as she knows, the Lu family doesn't have a carriage at all, and ordinary people generally don't take a carriage.