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Zhu Fuling has a bad record, and he has done a lot of things to borrow money in his name, and the most serious one is to owe a total of more than 50 yuan to three people at the same time, causing him to lose face and go to apologize and repay the money one by one.

Since then, he has greeted the people in the family home and refused to let anyone lend money to Zhu Fuling.

There is no more wrongdoing, and Zhu Lingling has stopped.

So where did the 10 dollars come from?

"I didn't cheat, I didn't invest, I didn't rob, this money came from a decent way." Zhu Fuling didn't say much, and he wouldn't believe it anyway.

She went straight to the shower, changed into clean clothes, and went to sleep on her own.

After a busy day's work, and another half an hour of running, I was already tired to death, and fell asleep in a few minutes.

Cheng Juan came out after washing the dishes, and saw Cheng Yue in a daze at the 10 yuan, and pouted dissatisfiedly, "Brother, sister-in-law cares if you want money again?" Who knows what she's going to do with the money! ”

Cheng Yue gave her a strange look, "Why do you think she cares about me asking for money, not her?" ”

"Brother, are you confused? She's lazy and lazy, and she can spend money without a job, when is she not going to die and ask you for money? ”

Cheng Yue stopped talking.

Because when it comes to Zhu Fuling, it seems that no one has a good word, and the words are full of prejudice.

She doesn't seem to be any different from others, always looking at her with colored glasses, so she didn't even want to talk to him just now.

She said he wouldn't believe anything she said.

In what mood did she say this?

seems to be a breezy sentence, but in fact it is full of helpless sadness.

He suddenly found that Zhu Lingling had really changed, and he became more and more incomprehensible.

Zhu Lingling slept soundly.

What the Cheng brothers and sisters think of her, she doesn't have time to care.

Her mind is now full of how to make money.

So the next day, she got up early in the morning and went straight to the farmer's market to buy ingredients.

There are still two bundles of noodles left from yesterday, and some tomatoes left, so you can buy less, but the oil is running out, so you have to buy a new bottle of oil.

There is an oil mill next to the farmer's market, selling pure freshly squeezed peanut oil, the taste is fragrant and pure, and the rice made is particularly fragrant, Zhu Lingling bought two bottles in one go.

In addition to pasta, she also makes mung bean kelp soup today.

The method was tried yesterday, it is simple and easy to use, but the effect is good, as long as it is concocted in the same way today, and then it is sold as an after-dinner dessert, it should be able to sell some.

But how to price it is a problem.

What is the material of this thing, you can see at a glance, mung bean kelp or something, it is not worth much, everyone knows it in their hearts, but boiling and chilling are very particular about the heat, and it is also time-consuming and laborious, just to earn a hard money.

As for how much this hard work is worth, it's hard to say.

If it is expensive, no one will buy it, and all the hard work will be in vain.

It's better to sell it cheaper.

Pasta is packed into disposable lunch boxes, and mung bean and kelp soup is chilled in a water tank, packed in a newly bought iron bucket, and covered with a lid.

Prepare everything, it's another stinky sweat.

Zhu Fuling brought her clothes out this time, went to the toilet to take a cold shower, changed into clean clothes, and then pulled the trolley and went to the factory.

It's still in the last place.

But unlike last time, there were seven or eight workers waiting with their necks stretched out early in the morning.

"Girl, you're here! I ate the noodles you made yesterday, and the smell is so delicious that I'm drooling in my dreams! ”

"Isn't that right? The buns in the canteen in the morning are not fragrant, and I just came out to wait after work, and I am afraid that you will not come? ”

"I knew it was you coming when I smelled it from afar, so I'll bring me two first!"

Everyone rushed up, for fear that they would not be able to buy it if they were as slow as yesterday.

Zhu Ling's face bloomed with a smile, of course she was happy that the business was good, "I did a lot today, everyone has a share, don't grab it, come one by one." ”

Everyone was very cooperative, seeing that she was a young girl who was busy sweating, and she consciously helped her distribute box lunches, which was very orderly.

Someone saw the iron bucket next to him and became interested, "Girl, what is this?" ”

Mung bean and kelp soup was a must-have summer dish for southerners in later generations, and it was not popularized in the 80s, so although it was delicious, few people knew that it could still be eaten like this.

Like pasta, it's a novelty.

"This is mung bean kelp soup, which clears away heat and relieves heat, and is the most suitable to drink in summer to moisten the throat and refresh the mouth."

"How do you sell this?"

"Sanmao one, do you want to try one?"

"Okay! Your craftsmanship can be trusted! ”

Zhu Lingling bought a disposable plastic bowl, which was quite big, filled with a full bowl, and the portion was sufficient, even if it cost three cents a piece, it would not make people feel a loss.

After a few sips, it was really refreshing, and the hot day seemed to be cool.

"Delicious!" The uncle was full of praise.

Other people saw it and bought a try, and in the end, without exception, they were all praised.

A large bucket full of mung bean kelp soup was sold out when the pasta was sold out, but the effect was a little worse than Zhu Ling's expectations.

There is no way, there is no refrigerator to preserve, the flavor is inferior, plus the weather is hot, just leave it for an hour, and the effect of ice with water is gone, no wonder there is no pasta to sell.

It's impossible to get everything right, and it's good to make a small profit.

Zhu Lingling looked very open, returned to the old factory, closed the door and counted the money.

The total cost spent this morning was 16 yuan5, and I made more pasta for lunch than yesterday, plus the money I earned from selling mung bean kelp soup, I earned a total of 33 yuan7, and the net profit was 17 yuan2.

It's more than double yesterday's 7 pieces of 2!

This is just selling lunch, so if you prepare dinner now and sell it again, won't it be doubled?

Zhu Lingling lay on a simple bed made of wooden planks, tired and her back hurt, but her face was full of happy smiles.

If you earn money, can you not be happy?

No matter how hard and tired it is, it's worth it!

After resting for less than half an hour, Zhu Fuling rushed to the farmers' market to buy ingredients, and pulled another cart to sell them at dinner time.

Wait until the night to count the money behind closed doors, and sure enough, the total profit at the end of the day is 31 yuan 6!

Zhu Lingling went to the bank to deposit money beautifully, watching the number on the passbook get bigger little by little, and her heart was extremely steady, so in the following days, she sold food every day.

Gradually, not only pasta was sold, but there were also other dishes.

Yangzhou fried rice, three fresh, mapo tofu......

began to do it in a different way, and the only thing that remained unchanged was that no matter what was done, the workers were unanimously praised, and it would soon be sold out, and it would not be sold at all.

The workers, who had been fed by her craft, gradually became dissatisfied with vegetarianism.

"Girl, your skills are so good, why do you cook vegetarian dishes?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious, but you can make some meat dishes and sell them expensively, otherwise what a waste of your craft?"

That's a great idea!

Zhu Fuling is planning this!

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