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At night, Jiang Yichen lay on the bed, holding the back of his head with his hands, and his mind was turning over and over again thinking about the pictures and articles he had just seen.

The island, the beach, which naturally reminded him of Yunsha Island, where he escaped from the water last time.

The beautiful and spectacular scenery of the island, as well as the dolphin music ball, are unforgettable.

If Yunsha Island can be contracted, it will be a very promising thing.

The area of Yunsha Island is not small, and you can do whatever you want to plant and breed on it, and because it is surrounded by the sea, some things can also be kept secret. It's good to think about things coming out and then shipping them to the city to sell.

At present, he has no cold space in his hands, but as a student, his conditions are limited, so he can only make a small fuss at the nursery.

Space ice can nourish the best crops, so if it's used for farming, what if it's okay? I haven't tried it, but I should try it if I have the chance.

As for what is good for breeding? It is not difficult to imagine that Lingjiang City is close to Chenghai, and the consumption of seafood products is huge, and the price is expensive, especially the consumption of high-end seafood restaurants, which is even more amazing. The market prospect is very broad.

As a result of years of uncontrolled fishing, inshore fishery resources are close to depletion, and many fishermen have switched to farming, for example by using the tidal flats along the sea.

According to my last observation, the sea water around the island is cleaner than that near the land, and the quality of the seafood used for aquaculture should be good. If you add space ice, it is estimated that it will be better, of course, this needs to be experimented.

It's an appealing idea indeed. However, from island contracting to infrastructure construction, the huge demand for funds cannot help but discourage him. For him now, it is out of reach.

It seems that you can't be ambitious, and you have to start with a down-to-earth primitive accumulation, which can only be used as a future goal.

The next morning, Jiang Yichen and his companions took four classes in a down-to-earth manner, and when school was about to end, they were stopped by the teacher and asked them to stay in the computer room to help sort out.

This kind of thing obviously can't be shirked, so Jiang Yichen had no choice but to work with a few classmates as required.

When he was able to get out, he found that it was nearly half past eleven.

Oops, I have to send spices to Aunt Wu.

He hurried downstairs, borrowed a bicycle, and sped away in the direction of the nursery.

On the snack street outside the north gate of the school, Aunt Wu's spicy hot stall has opened, and she is anxiously looking in the direction of the school gate at this time.

Since the stall was closed yesterday, the remaining soup stock has been discarded, and the special green onion segments and ginger in the soup stock have also been discarded together.

There is no need to cook the soup overnight, which is also her usual practice. But there was clearly trouble in front of him.

Xiao Jiang has not yet appeared, but the customers have come up.

The first group was the four southern migrant workers from last night, and two other companions.

They ordered, sat at the table and waited, and now they were getting impatient.

"Boss, what's the slow?"

"Hurry up, you can get a few skewers for a long time, huh?"

The guests clamored.

Aunt Wu had no choice but to put the cooked meat and vegetable skewers on a plate and serve them over.

When everyone saw that the things had arrived, several people divided themselves and began to enjoy them.

"Hey, isn't it yesterday?"

"yes, that's a lot."

"What the hell?"

As soon as they ate it, they immediately questioned it.

"Hehe, this spicy tang tastes very ordinary, and you still praise it like a flower."

"I thought it was, that's it."

It's obvious that the person who said this was a new partner.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't prepare enough this morning, and there were a few seasonings missing from the soup pot. The taste is a little worse, or I'll give you a 20% discount. Aunt Wu looked embarrassed and apologized again and again.

"Something is wrong, boss, you say hello in advance."

"Waste of expressions."

The customers were upset and shouted in dissatisfaction.

At this time, other customers also came, some of them were repeat customers from last night.

Aunt Wu felt that the more she explained, the more confused it became, so she had to temporarily stop ordering and let them wait for a while.

Then he walked to the table of the southern migrant workers and negotiated with them about the discount.

Su Xiaojia saw that she couldn't help, and sweat broke out on her forehead.

Just when the chaos is uncontrollable -

Jingle bells, jingle bells. A crisp bell rings, and a bicycle pulls down the slope.

"Let one go, let one go." The young man on the saddle shouted.

Aunt Wu looked up and breathed a sigh of relief, Xiao Jiang finally came.

"I'm sorry, I let the teacher detain me after school."

Jiang Yichen explained as he flew out of the car.

"Let's wipe off the sweat first." Aunt Wu took the towel handed over by Su Xiaojia and said to him.

"No, there are so many people, hurry up and cut the green onions." Jiang Yichen took out a bag of green onions from the back rack of the bicycle, handed it to Su Xiaojia, and took off the ginger bag hanging on the front handlebar.

Su Xiaojia hurriedly cleaned the two seasonings, cut them into sections, sliced them, and quickly threw them into the boiling soup pot.

A few minutes later, the rich aroma reappeared.

"Hey, yes, that's the scent."

The faces of those southern migrant workers were much better.

Aunt Wu discussed with them, and put the untouched skewers on the plate back into the pot and then soaked.

The trouble passed, and the stall resumed normal operation.

There were not as many guests at noon as there were in the evening, and when the two tables of guests left, Jiang Yichen took the opportunity to propose a price increase to Aunt Wu, which was raised to one yuan for vegetarian skewers and two yuan for meat skewers.

"Ah, this isn't good, my stall has always been six cents, one piece two, it's been a long time." Aunt Wu listened and hesitated.

"Auntie, now it is a market economy, with high quality and high price, which is a matter of course. Besides, these seasonings are special varieties, and although they are not priced yet, they are certainly not cheap, and the food made with them certainly cannot be the same as ordinary goods. Jiang Yichen insisted on his opinion and continued to persuade.

The new soup has only opened twice, so it's best to raise the price as soon as possible, because the later it is, the more likely it is to arouse the disgust of customers.

Aunt Wu hesitated for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

At this time, several new guests arrived. Aunt Wu hurriedly quoted a new price to them.

Naturally, the guests were dissatisfied and questioned.

Jiang Yichen came forward and explained that the Malatang here has replaced the high-grade seasoning, and the cost has been greatly increased, otherwise where can there be such a good aroma and taste? It's easy to eat cheap, and there's one on the other side of the street.

The guests gathered together for a moment to deliberate, and finally could not resist the temptation of the aroma and had to accept the new price.

As it turned out, the marketing strategy of high quality and high price was undoubtedly correct, and the customers who came behind sent a few sentences at most, but almost no one left because of it.

Aunt Wu and the three of them were busy until more than one o'clock, and the materials prepared were exhausted, so the stall was closed.