The weather in Zhaojia Village is very cold in winter and sultry in summer. It is usually unbearably hot in short clothes, not to mention that Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Ning, who have been by the fire all the time, are sweating profusely on their faces. But no time to wipe it off.
Zhao Zhengan came back after collecting the money and stood next to his wife as usual, just in time to see a drop of sweat glowing on the folds illuminated by the sun. He pursed his lips and eyes and looked around unhappily, then picked up his sleeve and wiped it on. That plump forehead looks carefully as if wiping some treasure.
Zhong Ziqi didn't need to look up to know who it was, a smile unconsciously appeared on her handsome face.
Zhao Ning was so close that he couldn't help joking: "It's really loving, I'm so envious!"
Zhong Ziqi shot back with a vicious tongue: "Don't worry, you won't be envious soon."
Zhao Ning shut up awkwardly, he is already at the age of marriage at sixteen this year, and it will be hard to find him when he is older. So recently his mother started looking for someone for him.
Zhao Sheng watched this scene silently, with a smile flashing in his eyes. His younger brother has never been able to say anything about Brother Qi. In the past, Brother Qi was quiet and quiet, and it was always his younger brother who chirped. He would also say a few sharp words to make his younger brother speechless. Now Qi Ge'er is much more cheerful than before, and every time he chokes, Xiao Ning can't get a bargain.
Seeing that as it gets hotter and more people are getting more and more, his small booth can't fit anymore. Uncle Song doesn't mind other people coming to sit, because they are familiar with each other and they are connected with interests. But he is not familiar with other stalls, even if everyone is kind to him, he doesn't want to ask for help.
It's just that there are more and more people and the road is almost crowded, what should I do? Zhong Ziqi watched worriedly, wondering if there was any way to alleviate the situation.
His sad gaze inadvertently caught Zhao Zhengan walking back with the finished bowl, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Quietly said something to Zhao Sheng, only to see Zhao Sheng gave him a suspicious look, and left.
And Zhong Ziqi cleared her throat and shouted loudly: "Uncles, you have also seen that the small stalls below are really too small, and the crowding really affects your eating. From now on, everyone can spend seven fen Take the noodles with the bowl, and you can eat it wherever you want, but don’t worry, the two Wen is the deposit for the bowl. If you return the bowl, we will refund your two Wen. If you don’t return the bowl, the two Wen Wenqian is bowl money, what do you guys think?" The bowl was originally worth two Wenqian, so Zhong Ziqi didn't raise the price.
It was the first time for everyone to see this method of doing business. After thinking carefully that it was not detrimental to them, they all agreed, and they were really crowded.
After a while, Zhao Sheng came back. What surprised people was that he still had a writing brush in his hand and a small inkstone filled with black ink. It turned out that Zhao Sheng went out to Uncle Huang's house to borrow pens and inks according to Zhong Ziqi's instructions.
Zhong Ziqi took the pen and said to the surprised crowd with a smile: "I have a total of more than thirty bowls here. In order to prevent people who are interested in taking my own bowls, I have to mark all the bowls, so that even if someone pretends to be me I understand, this is also a guarantee for everyone, I hope everyone understands."
Hearing this, some people were annoyed, some were embarrassing, some were admirable, and some had bright eyes. Anyway, Zhong Ziqi took all these reactions into account and just smiled, but I don't know if this smile is a sneer.
"Okay, boss, mark it, I'm dying of heat and I'm waiting to eat noodles." Someone shouted. Many people followed suit.
Zhong Ziqi then picked up the bowl with her left hand, took a brush with her right hand and wrote a number 1, then put it by the fire and baked it to dry in the shade. Then he picked up the second bowl and wrote the number 2, and handed it to Zhao Ning. Zhao Ning immediately understood and roasted it by the fire.
"Arabic Numerals" Zhong Ziqi believes that unless there are compatriots who have crossed over in this world, no one will understand what it means, and his handwriting is clear to him, and no one can imitate it. This is also due to the fact that he was born in a scholarly family in his previous life, and his calligraphy was taught by his grandfather. It's just a pity that he and his elder brother are not interested in teaching and educating people.
Zhong Ziqi didn't stop writing until 37. It's also quite different from having so many bowls in my home.
"Okay, this time everyone can eat noodles with peace of mind. Whoever wants to bring them to my place to buy, and the food left at the stall can be bought from the person next to me. Everyone line up so that there will be no chaos."
Everyone stood in two rows hesitantly, and someone paid seven renminbi and left with a bowl with a mark on it. Soon with the first comes the second. And Zhong Ziqi, who came back to return the bowl after eating, read the sign and returned the money, which made everyone trust a lot.
Tired from work, Zhong Ziqi with dry mouth remembered the canned food he made yesterday. He turned his head and whispered to Zhao Zhengan: "There is a porcelain jar in the bag of the trolley over there, take it out carefully so you don't spill it, put the inside Pour out what we have, and let's quench our thirst."
"Oh." Zhao Zhengan nodded, curious about what it was, because every time Zhong Ziqi finished cooking something good, he would give it to him as soon as possible, but this time it was so mysterious that even he didn't know when his wife made it.
Zhao Zhengan walked to the trolley, and there was indeed a gray bag with a gray porcelain jar in it. It was quite heavy when he took it out, and there was a layer of cloth wrapped around his mouth. Zhao Zhengan carefully unwrapped it, and inside the lid was square fruit pieces. He recognized that they were pears and apples. He remembered the pear juice his wife made yesterday, and thought it was the same, so he poured four small bowls. Put the lid on.
Looking up at the busy four people, he picked up one of the bowls and took a sip, huh? Zhao Zhengan looked down at the bowl, why does it feel different from yesterday's taste? He took another bite of the pear, and he was even more convinced that it was different, not to mention that the one made yesterday was much more delicious, it was smooth, sweet and slightly crunchy. He opened his eyes wide and drank one bowl, then took the other three bowls carefully, first gave Zhong Ziqi a bowl, and then gave it to Zhao Sheng and Zhao Ning.
These two people also recognized what it was, and they also thought it was the same as yesterday, so they drank it without blinking an eye, and then found something wrong inside like Zhao Zhengan.
"Ziqi, is it different from yesterday?" Zhao Ning said with a slap in the face.
"Well, the method is different. Yesterday's pear water, today's is called canned fruit." Zhong Ziqi said smoothly, and he also picked up the bowl thirsty and took a big sip.
"What is canned food?"
"Uh... just a different approach."
"Oh." Zhao Ning didn't ask too much.
He didn't ask but someone did: "Boss, what are you drinking?" It looked delicious.
"That's right, boss, give me a bowl to try."
These people can also be regarded as regular customers at the booth. Although it has only been two days, they have already firmly believed in Zhong Ziqi's craftsmanship, so they will not be curious when they find any weird things in Zhong Ziqi's booth. be envious.
With a decent smile on Zhong Ziqi's handsome face, she declined politely: "These are small gadgets to quench my family's thirst, so I don't plan to sell them to the outside world."
"Boss, don't be so stingy."
"Yes, we can pay for it."
In the end, Zhong Ziqi had no choice but to sell it at the price of two yuan a bowl. The first reason why he didn't plan to sell it was that the two kinds of food on the stalls are enough for them to keep busy and they don't want to make trouble. The second reason is that there are too many good things that will inevitably attract people's attention, and it is easy to grab people's business in a bright way What caused public outrage, although it has been robbed now... But he has not yet established himself, and it is not appropriate to reveal everything.
Two Wen for a bowl is not cheap, and a bowl of noodles is only five Wen and these two Wen are added to seven Wen, which is indeed a bit expensive. Many people are discouraged, and some people feel that it is a luxury to only eat a bowl of noodles. Besides, they can earn dozens of pennies a day at most, which is still a reward when they encounter good business or work for a wealthy family, otherwise a dozen or twenty pennies a day is common.
Not all men like the sweet and greasy taste of canned fruit, but on the contrary, it has captured the hearts of many children.
In a flash, half of the afternoon has passed. Although the temperature is still very hot, it is no longer as hot as noon. Zhong Ziqi decided to close the stall. In fact, even if he continues to sell here, he will still have a lot of business, especially at night when the workers get off work, but he doesn't want to go home too late, first of all, it is not safe, and second, if he spends the whole day on it, the family's work will be useless. Time is up.
There is always money to be made, so you have to relax. Everyone is tired all day, and the future will be long. As usual, I made up the ingredients needed for tomorrow and sent them to Huang Amo's house and settled the rent, and the four of them went back leisurely.
When they got home, Zhong Ziqi wanted to stay with Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng for dinner, but they refused, and the two of them were too embarrassed to spend time here all the time, which was outrageous.
Zhong Ziqi didn't force her, and settled the wages of the two of them and sent them out.
Then he locked the door upside down, entered the room, and counted the money he earned today on the table. Today, I earned nearly 400 wen, and about one-third of the cucumbers and persimmons were left. Zhong Ziqi feels that the goal of rebuilding a house at this rate is just around the corner. After all, many people have lived here, so he is a bit of a clean freak in his heart. When he thinks about what people have done in this house, Or maybe he felt uncomfortable after someone died, and after earning money, he wanted to build a house according to his own ideas and layout when he had spare time.
However, the better the house, the more money you need, and there may be a long way to go.
Zhao Zhengan sat quietly at the side, seeing his wife smirking at the copper coins scattered on the table, he leaned over and asked curiously: "Does my wife like this?"
"Of course I like it. Let me tell you that money is not everything in this world, but without money is absolutely impossible." Zhong Ziqi educated her seriously, and it might be more convincing if she ignored the irrepressible smile on his lips.
This kind of making money is not the same as when he pays wages in modern times. If you don’t experience it yourself, you can’t understand it. This is the real harvest through labor.
Zhao Zhengan blinked his dark eyes and listened half-understood. His wife's last sentence was a bit complicated and he didn't understand it, but he understood that daughter-in-law likes money. He firmly remembered it in his heart. The daughter-in-law said for the first time what he likes.