Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Zheng Juzi did not hide it and said, "There are markets in town on the third and seventh days, and there are also big markets on the fifteenth and thirtieth days. I want to make some snacks to sell."

"Snacks?" Zheng Hanqiu had never thought of this path before: "What snacks can I make? How much money can I make? Is it tiring?"

"For now, I can only make pickled radish and pig blood balls. I estimate that I can make about 5 yuan per market." Zheng Juzi showed his business plan to Zheng Hanqiu. "The volume is not large, so it's not too tiring."

Just a glance at Zheng Hanqiu made him feel bad, "Your goal is too low, isn't it? What's the use of 5 yuan? I still have to wait there."

"Don't look down on 5 yuan." Zheng Juzi was not convinced. "5 yuan each time, there are ten opportunities in a month to earn 50 yuan, plus the money from my parents, you can achieve your small goal in two months.

Don't be too ambitious. Who in this area says that making 50 yuan a month is not a high income? What's more, my priority is the exam."

Zheng Hanqiu couldn't help but retort as she spoke: "Qi Xiaohua used to make more than 50 yuan a month in our house. You might as well just lie down and do nothing if you set such a goal."

Zheng Juzi was not convinced, "If you have the ability, what do you do to make money?"

Zheng Hanqiu hesitated slightly, but his momentum was not inferior at all, "I will spend money!"

Zheng Juzi... can you still be so arrogant?

In the evening, after dinner, Zheng Hanqiu checked his brother's homework, and Zheng Juzi checked his brother's accounts.

If the story continues, the future male protagonist must be trained well, and all eggs should not be put in one basket. The family has the family industry, and he has his own business. If the younger brother is well trained, what if the president likes to write checks to his sister?

After flipping through it casually, the two of them said in almost unison: "Why are there so many typos/pinyin errors?"

Zheng Feizhou shrank his neck, took a half step back, and said timidly: "I can't write."

Zheng Juzi lectured: "You can't write or use a dictionary?"

Zheng Feizhou took another half step back... "We don't have a dictionary at home."

"You!——" Before he could finish his words, the power went out at home.

The village has electricity, but it cuts out from time to time, and everyone is used to it.

There was only one kerosene lamp in the house, so naturally everyone could only stay together in the main room.

The main room was about 30 square meters. Like most houses in the village, it had a square table and four benches, and two baskets in the corner. The shadows of the three siblings cast on the bare wall were a bit creepy.

Zheng Hanqiu was afraid of the dark, so he quickly closed the door facing the main room. The country people here built houses with main rooms that had three walls and one door. Although there were small windows for lighting on top of the doors, there was little light in the main room unless the doors were fully opened on a daily basis.

Although the door opens to their own yard, there is no wall. It is just a flat area separated from the house in front by the terrain. People still come here occasionally. It is normal for people in the countryside to visit each other, but the two sisters have too many secrets and feel that their privacy is not good. It is quite conflicted.

Zheng Hanqiu felt even worse about the power outage. He was afraid that some bad guy would suddenly show up, so he closed the door immediately.

"Coward." Zheng Juzi couldn't help but laugh when he got the chance.

In the dark, one has to bow his head. Zheng Hanqiu squeezed in next to his brother and sat on the same bench with him. He asked, "Have you prepared everything to sell at the market tomorrow?"

"The pig blood meatballs are ready. The cold dishes will be crispier tomorrow morning." Zheng Juzi said with disgust, but turned up the kerosene lamp a little brighter.

They are all from the same company, why didn't she think of a way to make money? Zheng Hanqiu asked again with some doubt: "When did you learn how to make pig blood balls? Why didn't I know this before?"

Zheng Juzi quickly glanced at Zheng Feizhou who was also tilting his head to look at her, but she managed not to be exposed, and said calmly, "I will do it soon."

"Wouldn't it be better to make braised pork offal? The selling price would be higher too." Zheng Hanqiu didn't quite understand and asked casually.

Zheng Juzi explained: "I wanted to, but a set of pig offal costs about 7 or 8 yuan. My mother was afraid that I would waste it, so she didn't agree."

Zheng Hanqiu...there is such a thing.

Zheng Juzi continued: "My mother was afraid that I would be unhappy, so she gave me 70 yuan directly."

Zheng Hanqiu... With a mother like this, why would he work so hard to earn money?

It's all her fault for making things too complicated.

"Pig blood is cheap, but does anyone eat it?" As far as I can remember, people here don't have the habit of eating pig blood balls.

Zheng Hanqiu himself didn't like eating pig blood balls. The black stuff looked unappetizing.

Under normal circumstances, she would definitely make some sarcastic remarks, but the house was so dark that she didn't dare.

Zheng Juzi was not sure either. "I can only try it. It's low cost anyway. If it works, it works. If not, I'll try another one."

"By the way, I have to add a few candles and two kerosene lamps to my wish list." There is only one kerosene lamp in the whole house, which is too unreliable.

Zheng Juzi knew that she was afraid of the dark, so she didn't get too hard on her. "I heard there are power-off savers. If there are any in town, we'll buy two tomorrow."

Zheng Hanqiu asked: "What is a power outage protector?"

Zheng Juzi: "It's similar to a large flashlight. You can charge it when there's electricity, and use it as a light when there's a power outage."

There is such a good thing? Zheng Hanqiu said hurriedly: "Then I will go to the town tomorrow too."

Zheng Juzi said unhappily, "I haven't even started my business yet, and you're already thinking about spending money?"

Zheng Hanqiu: "I don't care, I want it."

Zheng Juzi: "If you want it, I have to buy it for you?"

Zheng Hanqiu: "I am your sister now."

Zheng Juzi: "I'm still your sister."

"I... want it too..." Zheng Feizhou raised his hand weakly, and then under the stern gaze of his sisters, his thin little hand dropped down again.

My sisters have been so fierce lately.

The two sisters exchanged glances - is this really the male lead? So weak.

Setting up a stall was new to Zheng Hanqiu, but not unfamiliar to Zheng Juzi. After choosing a good spot, he started shouting, "Blood tofu, blood tofu, delicious blood tofu."

"Come and have a look, the tasting is free, the tasting is free."

There is nothing in the world more attractive than the word "free", and immediately a lot of people gathered around.

"Little girl, is this tofu really free?"

"Sister, the sample is free, you can try it. My blood tofu has a salty and fragrant taste." As she said that, she picked up the fried pig blood meatballs in front of her, picked up a piece with a toothpick and handed it to the aunt.

The aunt was in her forties. She was so attracted by Zheng Juzi's "sister" that she tried a piece and found it tasted really good. She asked, "How much do you sell this for?"

"5 cents each, 1 dollar for three. Don't worry, you won't get cheated or ripped off."

"5 cents each? That's too expensive." The aunt regretted trying the food and felt embarrassed not to buy anything else.