The escape system takes me to dig for treasures

Jiang Chunhua told Mr. Jiang and the others that they were going to buy land and settle in Zhaojia Village, and they started making preparations.

Now the two stalls plus Zeng Meixiang have enough manpower.

If he was going to build a house, Zeng Daniu would definitely have to release his energy. He would have to run here and there, buy land, go through the formalities, and if he was building a house, he would have to run around to buy wood, sand and gravel, etc.

The couple talked all night again and decided to listen to Jiang Li's suggestion.

"I see Ah Li and the others have hired help. Now the family is much more relaxed and can do more things."

Jiang Chunhua tried to persuade Zeng Daniu.

Zeng Daniu has indeed felt quite tired these days. Unlike carrying bags at the pier, carrying bags at the pier is only physically tiring.

Selling Malatang at this stall, my body is tired and my mind is racing all day long.

"That's right, isn't it that we make money to live a better life? Okay, then let's hire someone for our stall."

Zeng Daniu said.

After the couple reached an agreement, Jiang Chunhua said, "Then tomorrow I will start to see if there are any suitable families in the village."

"If we hire someone this time, it would be best to find a man, right? He is strong and can work."

Zeng Daniu suggested.

The relative who was in charge of the dock was an old lady, and she was really good at work, but she was a bit old, and the business at the stall was busy. It was actually a bit too much to follow her all day long.

"Okay!" Jiang Chunhua agreed immediately.

The two of them spent a long time in bed thinking about any suitable candidates in the village.

"But we have hired people here. The rice bowl stall is fine, but we have to be careful about the spicy hotpot recipe, don't let anyone steal it."

Jiang Chunhua thought for a long time and suddenly thought of it.

"This is a bit of a worry for you. We definitely can't let people come over here. After the soup base is ready, we'll move it there ourselves. You can't steal it if you're too lazy. As for your rice bowl stall."

Zeng Daniu said, paused, "Did you find out?"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chunhua asked.

"The jars of pickles you brought back from your parents' house seem to be quite popular."

Within a few days, the jar was gone.

Jiang Chunhua realized it later and smiled, "Indeed, but so what? Can we still sell these pickles as a vegetable?"

Zeng Daniu clicked his tongue, "Of course not. Since our rice bowl stall opened, the surrounding stalls saw that our business was good, so didn't several of them start selling rice bowls like us?"

"We really can't sell this side dish as a dish, but it can be used as our signature. If you come to our house to eat, you can have this crispy side dish. It will definitely attract a wave of diners."

Jiang Chunhua sighed and said, "Yes, it does make some sense."

As she said this, Jiang Chunhua discussed with Zeng Daniu: "Then our family has to get some pickles to keep for a long time. But in this case, we have to buy them with my sister-in-law. After all, they are not for our family to eat. They are all for our family." business.”

If it were her own family, she would naturally not be embarrassed to reach out and ask for it from Zhao with a shy face. It was different when she used it for business.

"That's natural. Just pay for it yourself and treat it like we bought it."

"Okay, as long as you say so."

Tell Zeng Daniu, so that you don't go back and check the account and think that she is trying to get money from her parents' family.

Later, Jiang Chunhua went back to her parents' house to buy braised pork, and she mentioned to Zhao about buying pickles.

This stunned Ms. Zhao. Can she still make money selling the pickles she made?

Seeing her dumbfounded look, Jiang Chunhua turned her face away speechlessly and said to Jiang Li next to her, "Ali, your mother doesn't know how to sell it. You can tell me the number."

Hearing what Jiang Chunhua said, Jiang Li was not polite either.

"Then let's sell it at a small stall in the city for five cents per catty."

Mrs. Zhao didn't interrupt when Jiang Li and Jiang Chunhua were talking, but listened attentively, her eyebrows relaxed and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

If setting up a stall business gave Zhao a sense of down-to-earth stability, then it was the first time that she could sell the pickles she made for money, which gave her such a great sense of accomplishment.

Jiang Chunhua brought back the empty jar that she had used up. One jar could hold almost three kilograms.

In the end, a total of four jars were filled for Jiang Chunhua.

Jiang Chunhua gave 60 Wen to Zhao on the spot.

She bought almost all the pickles made by Zhao during this trip.

Another villager came to Zhao to exchange for pickles, but all was in vain.

When they learned from Mrs. Zhao that she had been bought by someone, they were all stunned for a moment. They praised Mrs. Zhao, "You are really capable. You can make money by selling the pickles you make."

He turned around and mumbled about who was so stupid. Pickles, a worthless thing, were worth spending several pennies on. Five pennies could buy nearly two kilograms of brown rice.

Mrs. Zhao didn't know what they were talking about behind their backs. Seeing that the pickle jar was empty, she started to make pickles again with a faint stomach.

I was shopping for vegetables, salt and seasonings. After I finished shopping, I looked at the two jars at home and felt they were not enough, so I bought two larger jars and came back. I bought them one after another. Jiang Chunhua spent six days buying pickles. Ten cents was only enough for her to buy some groceries.

After one operation, Zhao got nearly two taels of silver out of the applique.

How many pickles do you need to sell to make your money back?

The Jiang family watched Zhao's fuss, but no one said anything.

Jiang Li pulled up a bamboo chair and sat in the yard, holding a book in his hand. Jiang Youli stood in front of Jiang Li, his eyes rolling around.

Jiang Li was being randomly checked on his homework.

Although it was difficult to memorize it, it was basically memorized.

"Is it okay?"

Jiang Youli finished memorizing the book and stared at Jiang Li nervously and asked.

"It's barely okay this time, but there will be random checks next time."

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Youli, closing the book.

Jiang Youli wailed.

"Ali, isn't it a bit too monotonous to just make pickles?"

After Zhao was busy for a while, she suddenly straightened up and turned to ask Jiang Li.

"Mom, what else will you do?"

Jiang Li asked doubtfully.

Mrs. Zhao nodded. She can make pickles made from various wild vegetables. "In addition to making pickles, I can also make pickled beans."

When she was at her parents' house, although Ms. Zhao had to take care of her mother, she still had enough energy to grow various grains and vegetables.

Mrs. Zhao had grown a lot of beans and bought some pickled soybeans, which her mother liked to eat.

Later, when she married into the Jiang family, Jiang Youli was unreliable and it was impossible to expect him to support the family.

Mrs. Zhao had to work hard to support her family and take care of her children, and she had no energy to do any of these things.

Now that he suddenly remembered it, Zhao was very interested and looked at Jiang Li with bright eyes.

"Then let's make some soy beans. It would be good to serve porridge in the morning."

Jiang Li said.

After receiving the approval, Ms. Zhao exclaimed and quickly went to the village to find someone to buy soybeans.

Jiang Li watched Zhao's busy figure leave, looked away, and took another book from Jiang Youli's hand.

"Let's continue!"