Farmer's Favorite

Zhuang Xinyan steamed a lot of flower cakes. After everyone shared a piece, he asked Lin Qi to take the rest back. He said, "Don't eat too much if it's delicious. If you eat too much food, I'll cook some more tomorrow." Soup, come and drink earlier."

There were a lot of flower cakes in the basket, Lin Qi took out some, and he said, "You don't need so many, you can eat some too."

The flower cakes that were brought out were full of ingredients, Zhuang Xinyan felt such kindness, he said: "Okay, let Lin Dong change your medicine when you go back, don't take it seriously, if I see it tomorrow, then I will change it for you." I'll replace you later."

Lin Qi groaned and left with the basket.

Zhuang Xinyan couldn't help but find it funny, and after tidying up the kitchen, he also returned to the mountain.

This night was a sleepless night for many people in Xishan Village.

There is a road ahead, and everyone is willing to try it, but no one can guarantee whether it is a dead end or a wide road, but it is precisely because of this that many people have some expectations.

For Zhuang Xinyan, this is also a new beginning.

Don't look at the sale of three yuan for one yuan and three yuan for two yuan. If you really have to calculate it carefully, no matter whether it has more or less ingredients, every piece of pastry can earn almost one penny.

Don't underestimate this article.

There are many people in the village, even if ten people are interested in this business tomorrow, he can make a lot of money.

To put it mildly, one person can get at least ten to twenty yuan of flower cakes for the goods, and ten people can add up to one or two hundred cakes. In this way, he can earn one or two hundred yuan a day.

Earning so much money in a day is something that the villagers dare not even think about.

Of course, in Zhuang Xinyan's eyes, there may not be many, but there is only one advantage, that is, he can stay in the village all day to accompany his little husband, which is a beautiful day.

The next day.

Zhuang Xinyan went down the mountain early and came to the new house. He quickly boiled the bone soup. There were a lot of medicinal herbs in it. When the soup boiled, he could still smell the medicinal fragrance.

Lin Qi thought he had come early, but before he got there, he smelled the fragrance, his heart warmed up, and he couldn't help but move a little faster.

But as soon as he entered the door, before the two could speak, someone followed him into the room.

Lin Shuangyong's eyelids were dark, obviously because he hadn't slept all night, he said: "Boy Zhuang, bring me a 20 yuan cheap flower cake tomorrow, will the money be paid now or tomorrow?"

"Okay, you can bring the money to pick it up tomorrow morning." Zhuang Xinyan said.

Lin Shuangyong clenched his fists, turned around and went back as if he had accomplished a great deal.

Lin Qi took out a plate from the basket, which contained freshly fried pancakes, and said, "Hurry up and eat while it's hot."

As he said, he picked up a fan from the side and took over the job of controlling the fire.

Zhuang Xinyan was really hungry at this moment.

Holding pancakes and eating while talking with Lin Qi.

During this period, quite a few people came over tired and ordered the flower cakes they wanted for tomorrow, how many or how many, and even a few daughters-in-law and their sons also ordered some, and they were all preparing for a big fight.

Zhuang Xinyan counted, and he found that most of the ones he asked for were cheap flower cakes with peanut kernels. Only a few young men ordered some expensive ones, and Lin Baocheng was the leader.

The kid immediately ordered 40 yuan of flower cakes, two kinds of half and half, because Lin Qi was there, he was embarrassed to say that he wanted to buy more to earn money to marry Lin Dong, but after a smirk, he went to the construction site work here.

"A lot of people in the new house have asked for flower cakes. I'm afraid there will be few people working tomorrow." Lin Qi looked outside.

"It's okay. There were quite a few people who wanted to come before, but I didn't want that many people so I refused. I'll ask the village chief tomorrow to see who is willing to come again." Zhuang Xinyan said, putting the bones together. A bowl of soup came out, and he said: "You drink more, your hands are cold in this weather, you have to make up for it."

The corners of Lin Qi's lips curled up, but he suppressed it again, "You can't keep shaking my hand, or you will be seen."

Zhuang Xinyan pretended not to hear, he was already very good without doing anything else, touching his hands is completely pediatrics, this kind of welfare must be won no matter what, "The soup is cold, drink it quickly."

With just a bowl of soup, the two of them stayed sticky for most of the day.

The next day.

Lin Qi thought that Zhuang Xinyan would have to get up early in the morning to get busy with so many people's business.

Before dawn, he got up and went to the stove. When he came, the stove was already in full swing, and cakes had already been steamed on several stoves.

"Why are you here so early? Have you had breakfast yet?" Zhuang Xinyan saw the person coming, and first pushed him into the house. It was a bit chilly early in the morning. Lin Qi was in poor health, and his body was exposed His skin was icy cold, he stretched out his hand to wrap Lin Qi's hand, breathing to make him warmer.

Lin Qi frowned, instead of answering, he asked, "You went down the mountain before dawn, what should you do if you encounter a wild beast?"

Zhuang Xinyan didn't think about this problem. For him, if he really encountered a beast, it would be an extra meal delivered to his door.But obviously, Lin Qi was worried about him, he thought for a while: "I'll ask someone to put an extra bed in the kitchen room tomorrow, and I won't go back to the mountain when I'm busy."

Lin Qi had no other good ideas, he just thought that after the bed was built, he would tidy it up so that Zhuang Xinyan could sleep more comfortably.

After saying a few words, many people came to the stove house one after another under the gray and dark color. After all, they had to rush to the town or other places to sell flower cakes, and naturally the sooner the better.

Zhuang Xinyan put a seat outside and asked Lin Qi to let people in to get pastries after collecting the money.

The matter of collecting money suddenly fell on him. Lin Qi still couldn't let it go at first. Many people who came even joked a few words, which made him feel a little helpless. Fortunately, more and more people came. The more you have, the more copper plates you have handled, and gradually that layer of worry has disappeared.

Today's shipments were more than Zhuang Xinyan expected.

Seventeen people ordered a total of 360 yuan of cakes, but in the past, he made more cakes just in case. When everyone left, there were still three yuan left on the stove, so Zhuang Xinyan simply shared it with Lin Qi.

Zhuang Xinyan only counted the copper coins when the sky was completely bright.

I was busy for two or three hours early in the morning, and earned about seven or eight hundred cash.

Zhuang Xinyan put aside the 360 ​​Wen copper plate, and said to Lin Qi, "This is the money earned today after deducting the cost."

"So much?" Lin Qi was a little surprised, he thought it was only a few dozen coins at most.

After all, the price of cakes sold outside is not low, except for those who have spare money or not bad money, they will buy some.

The price of the flower cakes made by Zhuang Xinyan is lower than those outside, so he always thought that the selling price would not make much money.

But I didn't expect to make so much money.

"Today they are going out to test the waters. If they buy well, we will earn more in the future." At this time, Zhuang Xinyan changed the subject and spoke rigorously: "So, if there are wild boars delivered to your door next time, what do you want? What you do is turn around and run instead of catching up. Your husband will earn the money we use."

"..."

Lin Qi felt that his face became a little hot again, maybe it was because the fire in the stove was too hot, which made him a little hot.

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