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After making a deal with the porter, Song Huiling asked Yang to carefully keep the salt and started making the soup cake again.

After the porters finished their meal and left, more passengers came to the post road.

Song Huiling did not check the almanac before setting up her stall, but she felt that today was a good day since hers was the only stall on the post road.

The soup cake is delicious, there is no competition, and the customer flow is large. It's simply God sending money to us.

Song Huiling's body could not sustain continuous fatigue, so when no one was around, she would go to the pavilion to rest for a while.

In order to prevent her from going without medicine, Yang also brought the medicine she was going to take today, picked up some firewood nearby, built a fire again, and hung a small hanging pot over the fire to boil the medicine.

Not only that, Yang was worried that her body would not be able to handle making Tangba all the time, so when she was making Tangba, she watched carefully from the side, trying to understand the technique of making Tangba with cold water while trying to make it herself.

After all the trouble, although it is not as delicate and beautiful as hers, it can ensure that the kneaded parts will not crack after boiling.

With such a considerate mother-in-law like Yang, Song Huiling felt a lot more relaxed.

While making money, she couldn't help but worry. Under the current circumstances, she couldn't run the stall alone and she needed someone to help her.

But Yang couldn't stay with her for a few days. It was the busy spring farming season, and the family's fields could not be left uncultivated. It would be better if there were one or two more people to help.

In less than half a day, half of a large bag of water-ground glutinous rice flour was used up.

Song Huiling estimated that at this rate, they would not be able to sell out until dark.

But around noon, three or four caravans arrived on the post road. The caravans had money and did not care about the ten cents a bowl of soup cake, and they ate as much as they wanted.

After the caravan was sent away, all the food brought by the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was sold out.

Before the hour of Wei, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law packed up their stall and went home.

In less than a day, after deducting the money for buying salt, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law earned a total of five taels and four cents of silver.

Not counting the money spent on the two large earthen jars for the rich oil filling and the crispy sesame filling, the clay pot for cooking the soup cakes, and the honeycomb coal stove, and deducting the amount they kept at home for their own consumption, just considering the cost of the food and honeycomb coal consumed today, they made a net profit of three taels and two cents of silver.

On the way back, Yang was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. While pushing the cart, she calculated with Song Huiling: "If we remove the decimals, we can earn three taels a day, ninety taels a month, and more than a thousand taels a year! Not only do we not have to worry about the medicine money, but we can also eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day!"

Yang was talking excitedly, the longing and joy in her eyes almost overflowing. Song Huiling couldn't bear to spoil her mood, so she just smiled and nodded in response.

Yang's plan was good, but it was all based on the premise that the stall would run as smoothly every day as it did today.

But there is no such thing as a smooth business every day. It depends on luck and people.

There must be no extremely bad weather, no competitors, no attacks or harassment from villains, and there must be a lot of customer flow, then Yang's plan will come true.

After returning home, Yang did not dare to rest. She unloaded her things and went to buy the ingredients needed for the stall tomorrow while the gate of Qingyuan County was still open.

Only then did Song Huiling realize that Yang had a pass to enter and exit Qingyuan County, so He Zhan was still of some use as the general flag bearer.

While Yang went to the county town to purchase ingredients, Song Huiling seized the opportunity and fell asleep. She still had to prepare the filling when Yang came back from shopping.

Just after the You hour, Yang came back pushing a cart full of food.

In addition to the ingredients needed to make soup cakes, she also cut two taels of pork, bought a handful of tender leeks, ten eggs, and a bag of green vegetables.

It cost a total of two taels and eight cents of silver to buy all these things.

When Yang was unloading the goods, Song Huiling was standing by. It was obvious that the things Yang bought were almost the same as what she bought that day in Qingyuan County, but they were cheaper than what she bought.

After asking carefully, I found out that Yang didn't dare to do business openly in the county town, and the Miao embroidery she had made before was secretly used to exchange for goods with shops in the city.

After a few interactions, she became old acquaintances with the shop owners, so when she went to buy things today, they gave her friendly prices.

"Mom, you're great. Your social skills are amazing!" Song Huiling gave Yang a thumbs up and praised her.

Yang didn't know what socializing was, but she knew he was praising her for getting along well with others. She blushed and explained, "It's nothing special. It's just that when I get along with others, I don't care about gains and losses. When I suffer too much at the hands of others, people think I'm stupid and pity me a little more."

Song Huiling thinks this is not the case. Although Yang has her own little thoughts, she is a pure and kind person who can provide positive emotional value to others.

Except for those sinister villains, most normal people prefer to get along with positive and optimistic people.

For dinner, Song Huiling steamed a full pot of rice, simply stir-fried some leeks and shredded pork, and made a bowl of vegetable and egg soup. With salt, the dishes tasted much better.

Song Huiling ate five bowls of rice for the first time, which shocked Yang greatly.

Although she ate a lot of rice, Song Huiling restrained herself from eating too many vegetables. She packed up some leftovers with the rice and prepared to take them with her to the stall tomorrow. She couldn't stand eating soup cakes to fill her stomach every day.

After dinner, Yang helped her prepare the stuffing, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law worked until the time came for people to rest.

The next morning, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law slept a little longer and went out when it was just light.

I thought that since I went out late today, the best stall location at Turing Pass must have been taken by someone else.

Unexpectedly, they were still the first to set up a stall at Turing Pass.

The stall had been open for an hour and had served several groups of diners, but no other vendors were seen.

Song Huiling was busy in an orderly manner, but she felt inexplicably panicked as she hadn't seen other vendors for two days.

She reminded Yang to pay more attention to the surrounding situation today and retreat if anything went wrong.

Knowing the source of her worry, Yang smiled nonchalantly: "Those who set up stalls at Turing Pass are people with farmland at home. It is the busy farming season in spring, so it is normal for them not to set up stalls for a day or two. You don't have to worry too much."

Song Huiling nodded in response, but never let down his guard.

Today is also a sunny day. There are still many people coming and going on the bridge, and the business of the stalls is as prosperous as yesterday.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were busy until noon, and only when no one was around did they find time to heat up yesterday's leftovers.

After dinner, Song Huiling was just about to take a rest when he saw a figure running quickly towards him from the other side of the bridge from afar.

Yang also saw it, raised her hand and gently pushed her towards the stone pavilion: "Hui Ling, go and rest. If you come to eat soup cake, mother will receive you."

"Thank you for your hard work, mother." Song Huiling walked into the stone pavilion naturally.

The stone chair was cold, so in order to rest, she brought a bed mat from home and used it as a cushion.

She lay down, adjusted her sleeping position, and closed her eyes.

I heard hurried footsteps beside my ears, but without opening my eyes, I thought it must be the figure coming up the bridge.

She turned over to her side and was about to lie down for a while when she heard Yang's trembling voice that changed into several tones: "Stay back! Stay back! Don't come over here!"