After a busy day, in the evening, Zhong Ziqi took out the big bones she bought to cook soup, and poured it into the clay pot she bought when it was done. When it was late, she simply put it in the pot and served it in the morning.
At night, the moon quietly climbed over the treetops, and the silver-white light enveloped the earth, looking hazy and ambiguous.
Zhong Ziqi lay on the bed with insomnia, and Zhao Zhengan was already drooling in his arms. For the first time, Zhong Ziqi envied that simple-minded people don't have to think about so many troublesome things. He had to admit that he was nervous, and he was also afraid that he would fail tomorrow.
In fact, Zhong Ziqi has calculated this account. He has already thought about it carefully. The prices on the wharf are generally a little expensive, but they are definitely high-quality products, which are worth the price. In fact, everyone can accept it. A bowl of noodles still costs three Wen, not to mention the wharf whose craftsmanship is much better than ordinary noodle stalls.
Zhong Ziqi plans to price his two kinds of noodles at five renminbi a bowl. Five renminbi a bowl of noodles is not uncommon in the wharf, and some are even higher than this. People are rich or wealthy foreign businessmen. Although ordinary people can afford it, they don't come here often.
If you have excellent craftsmanship, you will develop a fixed source of customers, and then your daily income will be fixed, not to mention that some people even buy food and take it home. Zhong Ziqi felt that according to his craftsmanship, let alone ten bowls of noodles a day, he could always sell them, right? Ten bowls of noodles cost 50 Wen, minus the daily rent of 8 Wen, Zhao Sheng’s salary is 10 Wen, and other miscellaneous costs. Twenty Wen is definitely earned. At least, he can buy four catties of rice noodles, and he can also cut off a few catties of meat.
Most people don’t have the ability to earn twenty Wen a day. Of course, if they have land, they can go out to do odd jobs, but for Zhong Ziqi, he is already very satisfied. He has no big pursuits, and a little thing is enough to keep him happy for a long time .
Zhong Ziqi, who was tossing and turning, didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, she heard the crowing of the rooster in the village, and the sky outside had turned gray.
Zhong Ziqi gently removed the arms around her waist, got up energetically, dressed, and washed. I lit the oil lamp and went to the kitchen to fill the bone soup that had been standing overnight into clay pots, leaving some in the pot. Open the noodle bag and scoop out two bowls of noodles and noodles. Then turn on the fire, and when the bone soup is hot, put the noodles into the pot, Zhong Ziqi put some sour bamboo shoots in by the way, and it will be out of the pot in a while.
Zhong Ziqi put the noodles on the table, set the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the bedroom. Looking at Zhao Zhengan, who was soundly asleep, he hesitated for a moment, then pushed his arm, and shouted softly: "Zhengan, Zhengan, wake up."
Zhao Zheng'an reluctantly opened his eyes to see who disturbed his sweet dreams, and what caught his eyes was the neatly dressed daughter-in-law! ! Zhao Zhengan's originally squinted eyes widened immediately.
Zhong Ziqi said, "Get up, we're going to town after dinner."
Only then did Zhao Zhengan remember that his wife said that she would take him to the town to sell things. He sat up excitedly and asked in confirmation, "Daughter-in-law, are we going to sell things?"
"Yeah, so Zheng'an has to get up early, otherwise we will be late."
Hearing this, Zhao Zhengan immediately got dressed in a hurry: "I'll get up soon."
Zhong Ziqi said softly, "Slow down, the buttons are all wrong."
After tidying up, the two of them were sitting at the dining table and eating, there was a knock on the door, the sound was not loud, it seemed to be knocking tentatively.
Zhong Ziqi ran over to open the door and it turned out to be Zhao Sheng: "Brother Sheng, you're here, huh? Why is Xiao Ning here too?" Zhao Ning, who was behind Zhao Sheng, quietly showed his head and made a grimace at Zhong Ziqi and said, "I and I Eminem said to help you, and I, Eminem, agreed hehe."
Zhong Ziqi let the two in with a smile: "That's a good relationship, I can relax. By the way, have you two eaten yet? Have some here."
Zhao Ning shook his head and sniffed, "It smells so good, I smelled it when I was in front of the door."
"It's better to come early than to come here. I just cooked hot noodle soup, just in time for you to try it." While talking, the three of them entered the room, Zhao Zhengan was still immersed in eating, and Zhong Ziqi went to the kitchen to get two pairs of bowls and chopsticks to serve the noodles. Pass it to two people.
This is the first time for the two of them to eat it. Immediately, they feel that it is different from the bone soup noodles they ate in the town before. It is very fresh, especially with a hint of sour fragrance in it. Zhao Ning took a bamboo shoot out of the bowl and ate it in his mouth. , his eyes lit up, and he didn’t expect the sour taste to come from it. He asked curiously: “Why is this bamboo shoot sour? Have you soaked it in vinegar?” You must know that although they often eat bamboo shoots, except for fried Just stew it while eating, there is no other way to eat it.
Zhong Ziqi smiled mysteriously: "I made this on purpose. It's not made of vinegar. How delicious is it? Do you think I'll make money selling it?"
"I think Brother Qi's cooking is much more delicious than the ones in the town." Zhao Sheng said while eating.
"Yes, you will definitely make money. I believe in your craftsmanship." Zhao Ning said inarticulately, he was completely conquered, and deeply felt that the decision to help today was too correct.
After eating the hot noodles, everyone was sweating. Zhao Sheng tied the large earthenware pot for the soup to the trolley and fixed it. After tying firewood, the four of them walked towards the town in a mighty way.
The trolley was very heavy, and the road was pushed by Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan in turn. The road took a long time for an hour, but fortunately they left early in the morning, and the sky was only slightly bright when they arrived at the pier, but there were already diligent people Started to set up a stall.
The four of Zhong Ziqi walked around a corner to Uncle Huang's house.
"Dong dong" Zhong Ziqi knocked on the door.
After a while, Ah Huang's voice was heard: "Is it Brother Qi?"
"Ah Huang is me."
Amo Huang opened the door with her clothes on: "That's right, it's quite early, let me tell you, if it's late, it's easy to be missed."
"Well, I know Ah Huang." Zhong Ziqi replied.
"Who are these?" Amo Huang asked seeing the two extra people.
"These are my two good friends, come to help, his name is Zhao Sheng, this is his younger brother Zhao Ning." After speaking, Zhong Ziqi introduced to the two of them: "Is this Huang Ah?"
Zhao Sheng and Zhao Ning called Ah Huang politely.
Everyone likes a good boy, let alone Huang Ah, seeing a few half-grown children who couldn't close their mouths and smiles, but felt a little sad and wondered what happened to his son.
Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan quickly pushed the wooden cart to the pier, occupying a somewhat remote position with few stalls around. The other vendors who were already busy looked at the sudden appearance of the booth with blank expressions. When they saw four young people, their eyes were even more contemptuous. They didn't care about this competitor at all, and it would definitely disappear automatically in a short time. .
Zhong Ziqi didn't care about these things, he took most of the things, and there were still a few wooden tables left. He asked Zhao Ning to stay here and watch. He and Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan went back to move, mainly because this place is not far from Huang Amo's house. , two or three minutes away, so I can rest assured that he is here alone.
In the past, Zhong Ziqi mainly wanted to talk to Huang Amo about fetching water. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Amo agreed: "You can hit as much as you want. I will open the door, so you can come."
Zhong Ziqi was naturally grateful again.
Back at the pier, the task of fetching water was naturally left to Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan. He and Zhao Ning started to get busy, bringing a total of five tables, one of which was reserved for kneading, and the other four were arranged in a square shape, which can seat sixteen people in total.
The sky in summer dawned very quickly, and it was completely bright in a short while. There were people coming and going on the pier, except for the vendors, Zhong Ziqi noticed with sharp eyes that other customers had already begun to haunt.
Zhong Ziqi hurriedly set Zhao Ning on fire, warmed up the bone soup, and he started kneading noodles. Zhao Ning is not good at cooking, so he can't help with cooking, but he can help, start a fire, pass on seasonings and so on.
"This little brother, new here?"
The side of Zhong Ziqi's stall was always empty. He thought there was no one there, but the owner of the stall was late.
"Yeah, it's the first opening today, please take care of the uncle." Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.
The stall owner was a man in his 30s or 40s. On his stall was a piece of dusty rag with the words, big stuffed buns written crookedly on it. Zhong Ziqi chuckled: "Uncle, who wrote your words, it's pretty pretty." What she said was absolutely wrong.
But the uncle obviously didn't realize it, and said very proudly: "My son wrote it. He is only 8 years old this year. I sent him to school. The husband praised him for being smart."
"Not to mention, just looking at these few words, you can tell that your kid is smart. It doesn't look like something written by a child at all."
When the uncle heard Zhong Ziqi's words, he seemed to have found a bosom friend, and he kept talking non-stop.
Zhong Ziqi chatted with this uncle while doing the work at hand. Zhao Ning also added a sentence with a smile from time to time. From the conversation, I learned that this uncle's surname is Song, and he lives in Songjia Village, which is quite far from Zhaojia Village. He was the only one who spoke to Zhong Ziqi, and there was no sense of discrimination in his words.
After getting acquainted with each other, the uncle simply leaned the stall towards him and talked to him when he had nothing to do. Zhong Ziqi was also very happy. The one on his left was a pastry seller, but it was far away from them. It was a young Ah Mo. They ignored him and moved the booth a little farther away for fear of spoiling the smell.
Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan sat on the stool to rest after drinking two buckets of water. Looking around, many stalls are steaming and fragrant, and there are several customers sitting in front of some tables.
The sun has come out now, and the whole pier is no longer quiet in the morning, and it has begun to be bustling. There are several restaurants on the side of the pier. The foreign merchants who live in the restaurants seldom eat in the restaurants. The locals know that the food on the wharf is better and cheaper than the restaurants.
However, Zhong Ziqi's stall was located in a remote place, and she was a newcomer, so no one noticed it for a while. Zhong Ziqi lifted the lid of the pot calmly, put the noodles into the pot, and threw in some bamboo shoots. Signaling Zhao Ning, who was burning the fire, to rest, he put the cooked noodles in four bowls, and put three bowls on the table: "Eat more, eat less in the morning." Zhong Ziqi didn't cook much in the morning. Negligently forgot to bring Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng's share, of course everyone was not full, and the three of them were already hungry after a busy morning.