The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Double Moon

There is a wide scarf belt on the back of the mule, and a tightly wrapped jar of hot soy milk hangs from both ends. Shu Tong is carrying a bamboo basket, with hot fried dough sticks hidden inside, and the second lady has wrapped it tightly with a clean thick baggage.

The fried dough sticks and soy milk will not get cold for a while, but Shutong was very confused. He looked at the second lady who was tightly wrapped and sitting on the back of the mule blankly, "Second lady, do you really want to go?"

 “If I don't go, will you sell it?”

　　When I was a child, I was a school boy. When I grew up, I escorted adults to work. I was good at running errands and serving the master, but I didn't do business! No, I have done it. I even sold two stone paintings a few days ago!

When he thought of the eight taels of silver he had earned, Shu Tong stopped being confused and his eyes lit up, "Second lady, how much can we earn today?"

Su Ruojin didn't want to offend anyone, but how much could 100 fried dough sticks and two jars of soy milk sell for? She had to remind the excited Shu Tongshu: "Uncle, our business today is a small sum, so you have to work hard!"

"It's not hard...it's not hard..." It's just carrying a basket of fried dough sticks, it's very light.

Su Ruojin looked at the basket held up by Shu Tong and smiled, this is the beginning!

Shutong has never done business, but as Su Yanli's servant, he does odd jobs and runs errands. He has bought many things for his master, including meals, snacks, and drinks from vendors. He has never seen pigs running, and he has never eaten pork.

Su Ruojin got off the mule and reached out to take out a fried dough stick to display and sell.

Let's not say that the second lady is his little master, she is not, and he will not let a young lady sell things.

Shutong was not embarrassed at all, "Second lady, I'll sell it."

Is it possible? I remembered what the hawkers called me when I went shopping in the past. After a few breaths of brewing, I opened my mouth to yell at Shu Tong: "Three cents of big fluffy and crispy deep-fried dough sticks, sweet and warm." A cup of soy milk and salmon... take a look... take a look... you can eat it in your hand, it's convenient, fast and trouble-free..."

Su Ruojin was really afraid that Uncle Shutong would not be able to save face and would be embarrassed to scream. Unexpectedly, he got started immediately. It seems that Uncle Shutong is very talented in business! Thinking of the stone paintings, she did give some advice, but if she didn't have talent, she wouldn't sell it anyway.

Judging from observations in the past few years, Uncle Shutong has a flexible mind, but there is little opportunity to develop. But now, Su Ruojin's little abacus is ticking. Her father is a wife, and her mother has never left the house. If she If he wanted to start a business to support his family, Uncle Shutong was the best helper, otherwise Su Ruojin would not have started the business while her mother was in confinement.

The entrance of the alley selected by Su Ruojin has the Imperial Academy, Nancheng District, and Nancheng Gate to the south, martial arts to the east, Imperial Street to the north, three provinces, five prisons, and nine temples, and the residential area to the west of the alley entrance. She has long been coveted for this area. A treasure trove of business.

 Finally, she is here!

The Dayin Dynasty was similar to the Song Dynasty in that commerce was developed. Whether they were ordinary people, small businessmen, or court officials, many people would buy breakfast on the road instead of eating at home in order to rush for time.

Without bothering to ask for books, people gathered around after smelling the aroma of fried dough sticks. "This breakfast is fresh. It's not as thin as steamed buns, nor is it oily. It's quite novel. Give me one, if it's good." Eat, I'll bring some for my classmates.”

"Okay!" Shutong quickly took a small oily paper bag and put the fried dough sticks into the paper bag with his chopsticks. His fingers didn't touch the food at all. The young man who bought the fried dough sticks nodded with satisfaction.

“Young officer, would you like a drink for the fried dough sticks?” Shutong did not forget to introduce the soy milk, and quickly opened the jar. When the hot steam came out, a sweet fragrance suddenly appeared in the cold and oily air.

　　This caused the young man to shout cheerfully: "Give me a drink."

"Okay!" Shutong quickly picked up the long wooden spoon with a thin handle and scooped it out. After two scoops, the oil paper cup was full. "Little official, take it and be careful to burn it." The young man took it in his hand. He lowered his head and took a big sip: "Wow, this is so hot and refreshing." The young man took out a handful of coins and said, "Let's see how many fried dough sticks and soy milk I can buy?"

Shutong quickly counted the coins and said, "Young official, you can buy three more sets. This is an extra penny, so take it."

Su Ruojin didn't have to worry about it. Shu Tongshu was selling fried dough sticks like chicken blood, and he was full of enthusiasm. She watched him sell it with squinted eyes, while watching people's acceptance of fried dough sticks and soy milk.

We set off at the beginning of the morning (5 o'clock in the morning) and arrived at the entrance of the alley at about 5:30.

 There is an old saying - Dianmao.

 What is Dian Mao? When civil servants in the imperial court are on duty at Mao time, this is called Dian Mao. Generally, midnight refers to the end of the hour, which is seven o'clock in the morning.

Su Ruojin's 100 fried dough sticks and two jars of soy milk were sold out in less than a quarter of an hour, even after midnight.

 The people behind were surprised: "Is it gone?" Probably because they were in a hurry, they shook their heads and left quickly.

Shutong looked at the little owner at the foot of the wall and smiled helplessly, "It's not enough to sell."

 It is normal if there is not enough to sell! Fried dough sticks and soy milk is a delicious breakfast provided by the Chinese government. If it can't be sold, Su Ruojin will cry!

When Su Yanli got up, his boy Shutong and his second daughter were not at home. He thought he was going to the market to buy ingredients like the previous few days, so he went to his two sons' room first, took care of them to get up, and then took them to the kitchen to have breakfast together.

Lifting the lid of the big pot, there was a sweet drink hot on the bamboo grate, as well as large fried fruits. Seeing that her daughter's breakfast had changed, Su Yanli smiled happily and sadly, took out the grate, and invited his sons to eat. Breakfast: "Da Lang, San Lang, sit down."

The two brothers of the Su family had already smelled the fragrant fried dough sticks and soy milk, and they choked several times. They quickly sat down at the table, holding the bowl in one hand and holding the fried dough sticks in the other. They took a sip and wow, it's delicious!

Fluffy, crispy, and chewy. After one bite, it left a sweet taste in your teeth. It was so delicious that the two brothers couldn't stop eating.

Su Yanli saw that his sons were eating happily. He took a sip of the drink first to moisten his throat. Hey, it was like pulp made from ground soybeans, but without the fishy smell of soybeans. It was sweet and delicious.

Until evening, when Su Yanli came back from duty and asked why the fried fruits in the morning were so big and so delicious, Shutong and Su Ruojin were stunned at first, and then laughed out loud.

Su Dalang already knows that this is not a big fruit, but called fried dough sticks.

 “Youtiao?” Su Yanli thought about it carefully. The long one can indeed be called a fried dough stick.

Su Ruojin and others were happy together again.

Since everyone likes to eat, Su Ruojin started to buy more takeout every day. Su Ruojin also started buying stoves and pots, and also ordered a trolley, so that there would be room for household chores and it would be convenient to go back and forth.

When all these things were put together, Cheng Yingzhen was one month old. On the one hand, it might be because she had given birth too much, and on the other hand, it might be because the weather was too cold. Although Su Ruojin took good care of her confinement meals, tea and snacks, she was still not in high spirits. Economic.

Su Ruojin asked her to do double confinement.

 (End of this chapter)

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