Accompany by A Fool to do Farming

The weather here in Zhaojia Village is very cold in winter and hot and humid in summer. Usually, it is uncomfortable to wear short clothes. What's more, Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Ning, who have been by the fire, have sweaty faces on their faces. But there is no time to wipe it.

After receiving the money, Zhao Zhengan stood next to his wife as usual. He just saw a drop of sweat dazzled by the sun. He pursed his lips and looked around in a circle, then picked up his sleeve and wiped it on. The full forehead looks like a treasure to be wiped carefully.

Zhong Ziqi didn't need to look up to know who it was, and a smile appeared on her handsome face.

Zhao Ning was so close and couldn't help but jokingly said: "It's so affectionate, I'm so envious to see it!"

Zhong Ziqi retorted with a vicious tongue: "Don't worry, you won't be envious soon."

Zhao Ning quietly shut up. He is sixteen this year and he has reached the age of marriage, and it is difficult to find him when he is older. So recently his Eminem started looking for someone for him.

Zhao Sheng watched this scene silently, with a smile flashing in his eyes. His brother never said that Qi Ge'er was not good enough. Before Qi Ge'er was quiet and quiet, it was always his brother twittering, occasionally Qi Ge'er got anxious. Now he would say a few sharp words to make his brother speechless. Now Qi Geer is much more cheerful than before, and every time he chokes, Xiao Ning can't ask for a bargain.

Seeing that more and more people are getting hotter and hotter, and his small booth can't sit down anymore. Uncle Song doesn't mind if others come to sit. It is because they are familiar with each other and are connected with their interests. But he is not familiar with other stalls. Even if they show kindness to him one by one, he does not want to ask for help.

It's just that more and more people are squeezing the road, what should I do? Zhong Ziqi looked worriedly, wondering if there was any way to alleviate this situation.

Sad eyes swept inadvertently until Zhao Zhengan came back with the bowl after eating, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Quietly speaking to Zhao Sheng, Zhao Sheng glanced at him suspiciously and left.

And Zhong Ziqi cleared her throat and shouted loudly: "Dear uncles, you have also seen that the small stall below is really too small, and squeezing it will really affect your food. From now on everyone can spend seven cents Take the noodles and the bowl together. You can eat it wherever you want, but don’t worry. The two pennies are the deposit for the bowl. If you return the bowl, we will naturally refund your two pennies. If the bowl is not returned, the two pennies will be refunded. Wenqian is a bowl of cash, what do you think?" The bowl originally had two pennies apiece, so Zhong Ziqi did not raise the price.

This method of doing business is the first time everyone has seen each other. After thinking about it carefully, it is not harmful to them, and they all agree to it. They are also really uncomfortable.

Zhao Sheng, who went out soon, came back. What is surprising is that he still holds a small inkstone with black ink in his hand. It turned out that Zhao Sheng went to Uncle Huang's house to borrow pen and ink according to Zhong Ziqi's instructions.

Zhong Ziqi took the pen and smiled and said to the surprised crowd: "I have a total of more than 30 bowls here. In order to prevent people from taking their own bowls to fill the number, I want to mark all the bowls, so even if someone pretends to be me I recognize that this is also a guarantee for everyone, and I hope everyone will understand."

Hearing this, some people were annoyed, some people sneered, some people admired, and some people had bright eyes. Anyway, the reactions were different. Zhong Ziqi saw these reactions in his eyes and just smiled, but I don't know if the smile is a sneer.

"Okay, boss, please mark, I'm almost too hot and I'm waiting to eat noodles." someone shouted. Many people later agreed.

Only then did Zhong Ziqi pick up the bowl with his left hand, and write a number 1 with a brush in his right hand, then put it on the fire and bake it to dry in the shade. Then he picked up the second bowl and wrote the number 2 to Zhao Ning. Zhao Ning immediately knew how to grill it by the fire.

"Arabic Numerals" Zhong Ziqi believes that unless there are compatriots who have also traveled across this world, no one will know what it means, and his handwriting is clear to him, and no one can imitate it. This is also thanks to the fact that he was born in a scholarly family in his previous life, and his calligraphy was taught to him by his grandfather. It's just a pity that neither he nor his elder brother are interested in teaching and educating people.

Zhong Ziqi stopped writing until 37. It's also quite different. I have so many bowls.

"Okay, this time everyone can eat noodles in peace. Whoever wants to take it to me to buy it, and eat it at the stall next to me to buy it. Everyone queues up so that there is no mess."

Everyone hesitated and stood in two rows. Someone had paid seven pennies and left with a marked bowl. After two steps, they looked back and saw that there was nothing wrong, and then they continued to stride. Soon there will be the first and the second. And Zhong Ziqi, who returned the bowl after eating, read the mark and returned the money, which made everyone more trustworthy.

Tired and dry, Zhong Ziqi remembered the canned food he made yesterday. He turned his head and whispered to Zhao Zhengan: "There is a porcelain jar in the trolley bag over there. Take it out carefully so that you don’t spill it. Pour the stuff out, let’s quench our thirst."

"Oh." Zhao Zhengan nodded and was very curious about what it was, because Zhong Ziqi would feed him every time he finished something, and this time it was so mysterious that he didn't even know when his wife made it.

Zhao Zhengan walked to the trolley, and there was a gray bag with a gray porcelain jar inside. He took it out and it was quite heavy, with a cloth wrapped around his mouth. Zhao Zhengan carefully untied it and opened the lid. There were square pieces of fruit inside. He recognized that these were pears and apples. He remembered the pear water made by his wife yesterday. He thought it was the same as the one. Zhao Zhengan poured four small bowls. Close the lid.

Looking up at the busy four, he picked up one of the bowls and took a sip, huh? Zhao Zhengan looked down at the bowl, how did it feel different from yesterday's taste? He took another bite of the pear, and he was even more convinced that it was different. Don't make it much better yesterday. It was creamy, sweet and crunchy. He opened his eyes and drank all the bowls, then took the other three bowls carefully, first gave Zhong Ziqi a bowl, and then Zhao Sheng and Zhao Ning.

The two recognized what it was. They thought it was the same as yesterday, and they drank it without blinking. Then, like Zhao Zhengan, they found something wrong.

"Ziqi, isn't it the same as yesterday?" Zhao Ning smashed his lips.

"Well, the method is different. Yesterday's was pear water. Today this is called canned fruit." Zhong Ziqi said smoothly, and he also took a thirsty sip from the bowl.

"What is canned food?"

"Uh... it's a different approach."

"Oh." Zhao Ning didn't ask too much.

He didn't ask, but someone asked, "Boss, what do you drink?" It looks delicious.

"That's right, the boss will give you a bowl to taste."

These people can also be regarded as regular customers at the stall. Although it has only been two days, they have been convinced of Zhong Ziqi’s craftsmanship. Therefore, they will not be curious when they find out something strange and weird on Zhong Ziqi’s booth, but will only feel that be envious.

With a decent smile on Zhong Ziqi's handsome face, he declined, "These are gadgets to quench my family's thirst, so I don't plan to sell them."

"Boss, don't be so stingy."

"That is, we can pay for it."

In the end, Zhong Ziqi was forced to sell it for two cents and a bowl. Originally, he didn’t plan to sell the first reason: the two kinds of food on the stalls are enough for them to keep busy and they don’t want to make trouble. The second is that there are so many good things that will inevitably attract people’s attention, and it is easy to grab people brightly What caused the people's indignation, although it has been robbed now...but he hasn't stood firm yet, so he shouldn't expose everything.

A bowl of two pennies is not cheap, and a bowl of noodles costs five pennies plus two pennies for seven pennies, which is actually a bit expensive. Many people are discouraged. Those who usually only eat a bowl of noodles find it very luxurious. Besides, they can make up to dozens of pens a day. This is still a reward if they have a good business or go to a large family to work. Otherwise, it is common for them to earn more than 20 pens a day.

Canned fruit tastes sweet and greasy, not all guys like it, on the contrary, it has captured the hearts of many A-Ma children.

In a flash, half of the afternoon has passed. Although the temperature is still very hot, it is no longer as hot as noon. Zhong Ziqi decided to close the stall. In fact, even if he continues to sell here, he will have a lot of business, especially at night when the workers are off work, but he does not want to go home too late. First of all, it is not safe, and secondly, there is no get off work at home if he spends the whole day on it. Time is up.

There is always no end to making money. It is necessary to relax and have a degree. Everyone is tired for a day, and the future will be long. As usual, I supplemented the ingredients needed for tomorrow and sent them to Huang Amao's house and settled the rent. The four went back leisurely.

When he got home, Zhong Ziqi wanted to keep Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng for dinner, but the two refused. They were too embarrassed to stay here for dinner, it's not plausible.

Zhong Ziqi didn't force her, so she settled their wages and sent them out.

Then plug the door upside down, enter the house and count the money earned today on the table. I made nearly 400 wen today, and about one-third of cucumbers and persimmons are left. Zhong Ziqi feels that the goal of rebuilding a house at this speed is just around the corner. After all, many people have lived here. Even if he has a habit of cleanliness, he thinks that people who have lived in this house do not know what they have done. Or he may be uncomfortable after he has died. After earning money, when he has surplus, he wants to build a house in a layout that he likes according to his own ideas.

However, the better the house, the more money is needed, and there may be a long way to go.

Zhao Zhengan sat quietly, seeing his wife smirking at the coins scattered on the table, he leaned over and asked curiously: "Does my wife like this?"

"Of course I like it. I tell you that money is not everything in this world, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money." Zhong Ziqi gave a serious education. If he ignores his irrepressible smile, he may be more convincing.

This kind of making money is not the same as his feeling when he pays wages in modern times. It would be incomprehensible if he did not personally. This is the real gain through labor.

Zhao Zhengan blinked his dark eyes and listened as if he didn’t understand. His wife’s last sentence was a bit complicated. He didn’t understand it, but he understood that she liked money. He firmly remembered this in his heart. The daughter-in-law said for the first time what he liked.