To tell the truth, although Lin Jing has the courage to resist her parents' arranged marriage and the courage to raise her children alone, in the final analysis, she is still a rural woman who has never seen much of the world, and wants her to spend money (in fact, to increase borrowing) to buy production materials when she still owes a huge amount of money at home, and it is still in a field she is not familiar with, how can she be dissatisfied and hesitate?

At this time, both sides of Qingming Ba are fried to golden brown, with the shape of a tiger, which is more vivid.

Not to mention the taste, just looking at this appearance is very attractive!

"Mom, Qingming Ba is good, let's taste it first, if it's delicious, just listen to me, buy a stove and buy a pot, if it's not delicious, forget it."

"Okay, let's taste it first."

Lin Jing clamped the little tiger's head off with chopsticks, gently blew it cold, and sent it to her daughter's mouth, asking expectantly, "How does it taste?" ”

The skin of Qingming Ba is fried very crispy, but the inside is soft and glutinous, the glutinous rice has a faint sweetness, mixed with the fragrance of Qingming grass, and a little salt, the taste is really great!

"Delicious!" Xiao Qinghe said vaguely: "Mom, you can taste it too." ”

This taste, this texture, is not inferior to many well-known snacks she has tasted in her previous life, and in the current eighties, such a taste will definitely make people intoxicated!

Lin Jing put the little tiger's tail down and put it in her mouth with anticipation, and after only chewing it, her eyes couldn't help but light up: "It's really delicious!" ”

She has lived for decades, and she has never eaten such a delicious thing, maybe, she can really sell it?

"Mom, what do you think?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious, but it's too wasteful to buy a stove and a pot just to sell Qingming Ba. Qingming Ba is also before and after Qingming, at most a month, after which the Qingming grass will be old, and the Qingming Ba will become more bitter. After the season of selling Qingming Ba, shouldn't the stove and pot just be placed there? ”

"How so? After selling Qingming Ba, can't you still sell pig baba after that? And then there are zongzi, glutinous rice dumplings, and even when the time comes, we can sell small noodles, hot and sour noodles......"

Decades later, there are a lot of snacks that are popular in the Great Celestial Empire, and you can make one without repetition in a day!

Well, one day is too frustrating, but one a month is no problem, and the stove and pot will definitely not be left idle.

Although Lin Jing believed in her daughter's vision, she didn't have the courage to think about it, she still preferred to walk steadily rather than take that risk.

In this regard, Xiao Qinghe could only sigh speechlessly.

That's it, it's because she has too high requirements for her mother, not to mention a rural woman in this era, even many people in the city, don't they also hold the "iron rice bowl" that is about to break, and don't they have the courage to go to the sea?

At this stage, let's start with the most basic and least expensive things. Strive to earn money to pay off the debt this year, and when my mother tastes the sweetness of doing business, it is estimated that it will be much easier to persuade her to increase investment next year.

The next day was the market day, and the mother and daughter got up early and took the molded Qingming Ba to the street.

Lin Jing specially brought a basket with a piece of gauze on it, and put the Qingming rice dumplings one by one and put them on the stool so as not to get dusty.

An old man next to him saw it and said, "What kind of poop is this?" It looks a little like Qingming Ba, but it looks very weird. ”

Xiao Qinghe said: "Grandpa has good eyesight, this is Qingming Ba, but he is made into the appearance of a little tiger." ”

The old man was surprised: "It's really Qingming Ba?" Why is it like this? ”

Lin Jing smiled: "It's all the children's thoughts." ”

Xiao Qinghe said: "This year is the Year of the Tiger, make it in the shape of a little tiger and ask for good luck!" ”

The old man laughed and said, "Then don't you want to be like a rabbit next year?" ”

Xiao Qinghe nodded: "That's it!" ”

The old man sighed: "The little girl has a lot of ideas. ”

Lin Jing stroked her daughter's head, looking a little proud.

However, the old man's voice changed and said, "How did you think of making Qingming Ba for sale?" Anyone can make this thing, who wants to spend that unjust money to buy it? Besides, there are still about 20 days before Qingming. ”

Xiao Qinghe smiled silently, whether anyone buys it or not, you will know in a while.

After a while, a little boy walked up to the stall, looked at the green tiger in the basket, bit his finger, and said, "What is this?" Can you eat it? ”

Here comes the business!

Xiao Qinghe suddenly came to his senses and said: "This is Qingming Ba, fried slowly with oil over low heat, and the taste is very good." ”

The little boy took the hands of the elders around him and said coquettishly, "Grandma, I want to eat this." ”

The old woman coaxed: "Wait for the Qingming Festival, grandma will make it for you." ”

"How long is the Qingming Festival?"

"More than twenty days."

"I'm going to eat it now!"

"Hey, you kid......"

"No, no, I want to eat!" The little boy doesn't care whether the Qingming Festival is or not, he just thinks that the Qingming Ba sold here is so interesting and must be delicious.

Unable to stand her grandson's coquettishness, the old woman asked helplessly: "How did you sell this Qingming ba?" ”

"A pound for a dollar."

If you can't sell it after frying, it's not good to sell it individually, but even if you sell it by catty, Xiao Qinghe also thinks that the price of six cents set by her mother is too cheap.

Glutinous rice will cost three cents and one pound, if Qingming grass is sold separately, it will also cost five or six cents a pound, even if it does not count the bonus of vitality, but the labor can not be counted, and the final price of the finished product is less than double, which is simply a big loss!

Where is the catering profit in later generations only doubled?

To put it mildly, Xiao Qinghe persuaded his mother and finally sold it at the price of one dollar and one catty.

Lin Jing had always been worried that it was too expensive for no one to buy, and seeing that someone came to ask the price, she hurriedly quoted the price, and then waited anxiously for the other party's reaction.

Sure enough, the old woman muttered, "A pound of money? Glutinous rice is only three cents, which is too expensive. ”

Xiao Qinghe smiled and said, "Grandma, where can you count it like this?" Think about it, the noodles on the market are also four or five cents a catty, and a bowl of two taels of noodles in the restaurant also costs three cents and five cents? If you make it yourself, you can eat three or four meals for the same price. My family's Qingming Ba, counting the price of glutinous rice and Qingming grass, has more than tripled, isn't it more cost-effective than eating small noodles in a restaurant? ”

The old woman was a little confused by her crooked reasoning, although there seemed to be something strange, but it felt quite reasonable.

So he said, "Then weigh a little." ”

She picked five, weighed it on the scale, less than two taels, and Lin Jing added one to her, exactly two taels.

After the old woman finished paying, her eyes lit up when she saw the eggs in the basket, she squatted down and picked up an egg, looked at it, and asked, "How did you sell these eggs?" ”

"Auntie, my eggs are fifty a dime, if you want, you can give you six, and the other nine have already been booked."

"A dime and a half? I'm afraid you're not coaxing me, how can any eggs sell for a dime? One dime and five or two are pretty much the same. ”