In the evening, Sun Xiufang really made twenty catties of noodles, the next day, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law got up early to work, and when Ruimin woke up, the twist of ten catties of noodles was rubbed, Ruimin is now a great hero, but he has to let him rest well, as soon as there is movement on Ruimin's side, Wang Ying is busy to cook, Ruimin finished eating, drinking tea and waiting for the twist to blow up.

Ruimin is not eating idle now, his waist feels much straighter than usual, he is holding a teacup around the pot, and commanding with a matter, "Haven't you fried it yet, hurry up, I'll wait to go out." ”

First fried a few pots, made up a basket, Ruimin learned from yesterday's appearance, went to the department store near a stop, shouted a few words, after a while, a basket of twist flowers will go half, but it is not good to always move in one place, Ruimin is also bold now, where are more people to pierce, it is not yet noon, he sold a basket of twist flowers cleanly.

Ruimin said that it was sold clean again, Wang Ying couldn't believe it, today's basket and yesterday's basket can not be compared, today's basket is full of more than 100 twist flowers, but facts speak louder than words, the empty basket and Ruimin took out a lot of gross tickets, all show that today's business is still quite hot.

Ruimin's face lit up excitedly, and after coming back to eat, he couldn't wait to go out with a basket full of twist flowers as soon as he took a break.

Business wasn't as good as it had hoped, but before the sun went down, there wasn't a single thing left in the basket.

After dinner, the family gathered around the dining table to order the cents, the denominations were basically not large, most of them were two cents and one cent, and there were also a few five cents and one piece.

Wang Ying took the pen and paper and began to settle the accounts, "Today, a total of twenty catties of noodles, one catty of noodles is one dime and eight cents, the cost of noodles is three yuan six, five catties of oil is used, the cost is eight yuan five, a total of twelve yuan a dollar, sold two hundred and forty twist flowers, this is twenty-four yuan, twenty-four minus twelve yuan one, and earned eleven yuan and nine cents." ”

It's not that I don't know, but when I was shocked, Wang Ying's words written excitedly were a little crooked, "Mother." Wang Ying shook the paper in his hand and showed it to Sun Xiufang, "Mother, we have earned eleven yuan and nine cents a day just today, one day, if we go on like this, it will be one hundred and one hundred and nine in ten days, and three hundred and fifty-seven in a month, which is several times higher than Dayong's salary." ”

Can you not be excited, Shi Dayong's monthly salary is only a hundred years old, and he is still tired from work, and he is often absent from home for several days.

"Really? Come on, God, really make some money? Although Sun Xiufang was illiterate, she did not delay taking the paper handed over by Wang Ying and looking at it horizontally and vertically.

"Mother, you can't understand it, show me." Ruimin pulled the paper from Sun Xiufang's hand.

"I'm not done yet." Wang Ying took out another piece of paper and continued to write and draw, "There are still fifty-one catties of grain left, and six hundred and twelve twist flowers can be rubbed, that is, sixty-one and two cents, the cost is nine yuan and one dime, and the oil is ......" Counting the oil, Wang Ying's eyes darkened, "Mother, there is no oil, our family only spreads five catties of oil a month, which is not enough, and when the Dayong family comes tomorrow, he will have to find a way to buy oil." ”

"Running out of gas so soon? I remember Dayong coming back with a bucket. Sun Xiufang said and went to find the oil drum, she picked up the oil drum and looked at the light, "Isn't there still some in this?" ”

"Mother, we still have fifty-one catties of twist flowers that haven't been fried, where can this oil go?"

"What the hell is this?" Seeing the great prospects, but there was no ammunition at hand immediately, this scoop of cold water directly extinguished half of the excited flames, Sun Xiufang put the oil pot aside in disappointment, "Na Yingzi, do you know how much a pound of high-priced oil is?" ”

"Mother, don't say how much high-priced oil is a pound, I don't know where to sell it, in the past, our family's supply of oil can't be eaten at all, there is a balance every month, who will inquire about high-priced oil."

Sun Xiufang thought for a while and said: "Our hometown eats cottonseed oil, and the oil is cheap, and it is also more than a pound of a piece. ”

"Mother, what you said is simple, our hometown is so far away, how to transport oil back is a problem, it is not like other easy to bring, bring less is not enough, bring more can not take it, bring a star and a half is not much use, not enough trouble."

Sun Xiufang saw that it was getting late, and she was tired after a busy day today, and said, "I said Yingzi, we can't this heart." Sun Xiufang thumped her shoulder, "I'm old, it's useless, my arm hurts today, when I was young, I followed the production captain every day, and I didn't feel so tired when I dug the ditch, let's hurry up and bring out the noodles that we will use tomorrow, and go to sleep and rest." ”

Wang Ying is tired after a day, she not only rubs twist flowers, fried twist flowers, but also has to watch children and cook in her spare time, she not only has a sore arm, but also a sore waist, Wang Ying stood up according to her lower back and put the money in the drawer, "Okay, mother, how many faces do you say?" ”

Sun Xiufang said: "Today's twenty catties of noodles are sold out, why don't we add five more catties tomorrow to try, and twenty-five catties of noodles?" ”

"Medium, mother, you can say as much as you want."

The business has just begun, everything is not on the right track, especially the problem of raw materials has not been solved, Shi Dayong is not at ease, and he is not stable at the station, as long as the work is completed, he will run home, he remembers that there are several markets on the way home, he wants to go around, see if he can buy cheaper grain and oil.

Licheng, there is a market in the location of the county just now, every first day of the new year, the fifteenth day of the big market, the people of the surrounding ten miles and eight townships will gather here every ten years, and there are quite a lot of villagers who want to exchange a few living money for self-production and self-sale.

He has been to this market many times, when he is not doing business, he always comes to buy some melons, fruits and vegetables, and when he encounters cheap chickens, fish, game, etc., he also buys some to improve his life, and he also asks the price of grain and oil, but he has never bought it.

Asked a few, all five cents, less than a penny is not sold, Shi Dayong looked into the distance, and found that there was an old man in front of him, the shape was a little similar to his father, his heart moved, crossed a few stalls, stood directly in front of the old man's grain bag, grabbed a handful of wheat, looked at it, grabbed it in the palm of his hand, pinched two more grains and put them in his mouth and chewed, well, the sun was very dry, and the particles were full, he nodded with satisfaction, and asked: "Fellow, how much is your wheat a catty?" ”

The old man is over sixty years old, because of the perennial hard work, his back is a little rickety, his weather-beaten black and red face is high and his cheekbones are high and bulging due to his thinness, and the ruthless years have already carved thin wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and forehead, his hair and beard have turned gray, and a pair of stagnant eyes are no longer bright, and the gray seems to be covered with a layer of mist. ”

"What? Aren't they all five cents, uncle, why do you sell five cents and two cents? "The reason why he chose this uncle's grain to buy, Shi Dayong is mainly because of compassion, the old man came here to sell food at such a young age, and he couldn't help but think of his father, he wanted to buy it anyway, whoever he bought was the same, as long as this uncle sold the same as other families, he would no longer turn around, just take his alone.

"Afterlife." The old man put the cigarette pouch in his mouth, picked up a handful of wheat with his dry and chapped hands and showed it to Shi Dayong, "Look at my wheat, I have worked hard and the grain is good." The old man said and raised his hand up again, "Housheng, you can see how clean my food is, I have dusted it several times, and there is no sand at all, and the two cents are my hard-earned money." ”

Uncle's food is indeed good, but the price is also good, he doesn't buy three catties and five catties, buy hundreds of catties, pay two cents more for one catty, one hundred catties is two yuan, and more than ten catties of food supply money comes out, that is, he is merciful, but when it comes to talking about the money, he still hesitates.

Shi Dayong looked at the old man's stall, there were so many bags, one bag contained 50 catties, not to mention these had to be 300 catties, and he didn't know how the uncle transported the grain.

Shi Dayong patted his pocket, "Uncle, these grains are not light, how many catties are there?" ”

"Three hundred catties, I weigh it well, a bag is exactly 50 catties." This person is really, and he didn't say whether he wanted it or not, and the old man began to tap his dry tobacco pouch again.

"Who sent it for you?"

"I helped push it over with a wheelbarrow."

"What about you?" Shi Dayong thought, it's not okay to bargain with the uncle's son, young people are easy to talk to.

"My family is gone, there is a little odd job in the village, and I can still earn a few cents, I am old and can't do it, so I will look at the stall."

"Oh." Shi Dayong was a little regretful, he took two steps forward, and was about to go to another house to see, "Uncle, you are busy, I'll turn around." ”

Another one who just asked and didn't buy, the old man was a little disappointed, he also knew that his price was a little high, but his food was good, and his son also said that as long as it was not less than five cents a pound to sell, but it was not easy for him to farm all year round, the wind and rain came and went, the hotter the day, the more he hoeed in the ground, and a bead of sweat fell eight petals to usher in a bumper harvest, didn't he just want to make two more money.

"Hey! Epigenetic. The old man was a little compromised, and said in his heart that Tujili should sell a copy and open the store?

Shi Dayong turned around, "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

The old man knocked the cigarette pot to the sole of his shoe, "If you really want to buy it, I will sell you a copy for five cents a catty." ”

Shi Dayong was a little reluctant, and when he heard the uncle say this, he was happy in his heart, "That's okay, uncle, I want all your three hundred catties." ”

"What? It's all there! The old man thought he had heard it wrong, he was going to sell the three hundred catties for a day, he told his son that he would pick him up when he got off the next night, but fortunately he just shouted that he was born, and he really didn't expect that he almost missed a big customer.

"Yes, I want five cents a catty, I want three hundred catties, not only today, if possible, I can ask for five hundred catties every month in the future, uncle, as long as you can guarantee this quality, I won't look at it in other homes, I will take it directly from you."

"That dare is good, that dare is good." The old man's happy beard trembled, "Don't worry, the old man, I am the most conscientious in business, and I guarantee that the quality of the wheat is so good every time." ”