Dressed as the daughter-in-law of a 1970s villain

Zhang Hongyun enthusiastically took out the snacks he made from the house.

In fact, it’s not anything special to eat, just some glutinous rice sticks and small twists.

Don't underestimate these little snacks.

In the eyes of Xu Chunyu and his family, these things may not be considered good things, but in ordinary families, such snacks can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

The ones that are too oily or have sugar and sesame seeds sprinkled on top are very expensive! Most people who have money to buy snacks will use it to buy daily necessities such as rice, flour, grains and oils, so they will not be willing to spend a few dollars to buy these snacks that will not make them hungry.

Xu Chunyu was very proud of Zhang Hongyun, so he picked up a small twist that was about the size of his index finger and started chewing it.

"The snacks made by Sister Zhang are so delicious, fragrant and crispy!"

"Haha! As long as it tastes good, as long as it tastes good! If you like it, just eat more!"

Xu Chunyu waved his hand and said that he would just eat a little sweetness, but eating too much would be too boring.

Zhang Hongyun nodded in agreement. While talking to Xu Chunyu, he rolled up his sleeves and went to help the old lady pickle pickles.

At first Xu Chunyu was focused on chatting with Zhang Hongyun and didn't pay much attention. When Leng Buding looked at it this time, Xu Chunyu was shocked to find that the jar that the old lady kept stuffing pickles into turned out to be an antique. But judging from the pattern on the outside of the jar, as well as the shape and color of the jar, it can be judged that it is definitely older than the jar she last traded to the system.

"Auntie, is this pickle jar passed down from your family?"

The expression of the old lady who asked Xu Chunyu this question changed drastically, and she subconsciously hugged the pickle jar in her arms tighter.

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, what are you going to do? "

"Auntie, you misunderstood! I don't mean any harm, it's like this. As for me, I like to collect bottles and cans. I like this pickle jar very much. Look at your pickle jar, why don't you just exchange it for me? I got it!"

In other words, the three people in the yard actually knew that Xu Chunyu wanted to pay for the pickle jar.

The old lady was very wary of Xu Chunyu and did not agree to Xu Chunyu immediately. Instead, she looked at Xu Chunyu from head to toe several times with evil eyes.

Xu Chunyu knew that in this day and age, everyone was being treated with caution, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, someone with a bad heart would report him, so he was very considerate of the old man's move.

"You, are you telling the truth?"

"It's true, of course it's true! You know Hei Boss, you know, he is responsible for the small vendors in our black market. As for me, I often go to Hei Boss to exchange things. If you are still worried, you can go to Hei Boss and confirm mine. identity."

Black boss, there are so many people around here in the black market that you don’t know.

The defensive look in the old lady's eyes weakened slightly because of the black boss.

"Don't worry, Madam, we are exchanging things for things, there is no buying and selling!"

Zhang Hongyun understood the tone of Xu Chunyu's words and couldn't help but come to the old lady's side and give her a few words of advice.

The old lady's life was very hard. She almost forgot how long it had been since she had eaten meat.

If you can use this jar to buy yourself some food or something, the old lady thinks it's not a loss.

The old lady had the calculation in her mind, so she stopped insisting and agreed to Xu Chunyu's exchange.

The old lady is not as open as a lion,

I ordered some rice noodles and oil and salt for myself.

Although Xu Chunyu felt sorry for the old lady, after all, he didn't know her very well, and he didn't show any kindness without permission. He gave rice and noodles casually and gave them to the old lady according to the amount agreed in advance.

When the old man saw the rice noodles that he had not seen for a long time, his mouth watered down.

Zhang Hongyun felt quite uncomfortable seeing the old man like this.

When she bought the ingredients and prepared snacks on weekdays, it wasn't that she didn't prepare food for the old man, but the old man was very stubborn. No matter how she tried to persuade him, he refused to accept anything other than rent.

Seeing these grains, Zhang Hongyun also breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Chunyu didn't stay at the old man's house for long. He left the materials exchanged for the jar and left.

Wen Shusheng asked someone to buy the train ticket in advance for the train two days later.

Based on the observations of the past two days, Xu Chunyu can basically determine the character of the old man and Zhang Hongyun.

Xu Chunyu saw a lot of potatoes in the land in the old man's yard, so he thought of potato towers, French fries and potato chips.

Before leaving for Beijing, Xu Chunyu found the old man and Zhang Hongyun.

When they learned that Xu Chunyu wanted to buy potatoes and also wanted to hire two people to help sell food, the two fell silent.

If you are caught speculating, you will be criticized, fought, and demoted. Both of them were a little worried.

"You can rest assured. If you are timid and don't want to take risks, that's fine. Then you just need to make the things according to the recipe I gave you, and I will let the people under Boss Hei sell them."

Zhang Hongyun and the old man thought about it for a while, and they decided to sell it themselves.

As the saying goes,

Stress the bold to death and starve the timid to death! If you just blindly look forward and backward when doing things without daring to move forward, you will only suffer from cold and hunger.

Xu Chunyu was not surprised by the choice of the two.

She handed over the making methods of potato tarts, French fries, and potato chips to the two of them, and supervised and guided them personally.

In half a day, the two of them were able to make a decent potato tart, French fries and potato chips.

Xu Chunyu bought a large bottle of prepared ketchup directly from the mall and gave it to the two of them.

Bland fried potatoes, squeezed with soul sauce ketchup, immediately become delicious.

The old man and Zhang Hongyun took the prepared food to the black market. Not surprisingly, they were not very popular.

Most of the people who come to the black market come to buy food or grain, and there are really not many people who specialize in buying snacks.

Zhang Hongyun was a little frustrated, and Xu Chunyu patted her shoulder funny.

"If it's not easy to sell here, you can sell it somewhere else, such as the family area near the school."

Xu Chunyu's words inspired Zhang Hongyun, and Zhang Hongyun immediately praised her little basket and walked towards the family area near XX Middle School.

Just in time for school to end, the three children walked to the family area in groups of two.

Zhang Hongyun took the opportunity to appear in front of the children holding a potato tart with a layer of tomato sauce squeezed out of it.

The children had seen candied haws, but fried potato tarts were unheard of. The children sniffed the aroma of oil in the air and swallowed their saliva one by one.

Xu Chunyu walked out of the family area at the right time, pretending to pull Zhang Hongyun to the corner, and then bought a large bunch of fried potato tarts for ten cents.

Such a big bunch

The fried potato tart is only a dime, which doesn’t seem very expensive! No matter what this thing is made of, it is fried after all!