The happy little days of the Ye family

Ye Qingqing put the embroidery patterns she had drawn together with the embroidery plans she had made in the morning, and when the rain stopped, they took them to the Li Family Embroidery Workshop.

Finally finishing the embroidery that she had been working on for more than three months, Ye Qingqing felt at ease and hummed a tuneless tune in a good mood.

Ye Qingqing opened the wooden box on the chair and took out the 54 miscellaneous books he found in the house yesterday.

These books are [-]% to [-]% new, and the paper quality is very good. It would be a pity if they were sold as second-hand books at a low price.

Ye Qingqing planned to rent these books to Ye Donglin's grocery store to earn rent.

Some books were to be rented, so Ye Qingqing searched all the books again, and after confirming that there was nothing hidden inside, he put them into a sack.

Then he dug out some more used books that Ye Qingqing bought at the county bookstore, totaling 15 in total.

Most of these books are anecdotes or ghost stories, and there are only a few travel notes.

The books Ye Qingqing bought were all 30 yuan each. The writing was very old, but they were thick. Whether it is a story book or a travelogue, one book is as thick as three other books.

Ye Qingqing had long been tired of reading the miscellaneous books he bought at the beginning, and originally wanted to sell them in Ye Donglin's grocery store.

Unexpectedly, those books were too dirty and old, and those scholars were unwilling to buy them.

For such a thick book, Ye Qingqing was not willing to sell it at a low price. In two years, he only sold about 10 copies, and Ye Qingqing took the rest.

All the old books added up, there are 69 books in total, which fills a full sack.

It rained all day today, and the roads were wet. No one was willing to go out, and the business of Ye's two shops was not very good.

There were more people in the grocery store in the morning when they were selling vegetables. After the vegetables were sold out, both shops were deserted, and it took a long time for one or two people to come.

The pastries were made by Wang Chunyu yesterday afternoon. It had not rained yet. Just like yesterday, there were four pots full of pastries.

The pastries were all ready, and even though it was raining, the father and son still brought 4 pots of pastries out as they did yesterday.

The two shops were quiet, and only half of them were sold until the afternoon.

Even though Father Ye’s stewed pork was deliberately made less, there is still less than half left.

There were wide eaves in front of the two shops to protect them from the rain. The father and son moved chairs out and sat together at the door, eating melon seeds and chatting.

Fortunately, the melon seeds sold by the Ye family are sunflower seeds grown in the mountains, so they don’t cost money.

Otherwise, just from the melon seeds that the father and son eat every day, the grocery store will lose money.

Father Ye looked at the alley with few people in front of him, and suddenly thought of a good idea.

"As a braised pork shop, I will gain some popularity in the morning when you are selling vegetables, and sell braised pork, roast duck and chicken to those women."

"At noon, only about 10 students and teachers from the academy came to have lunch. There was basically no business in the afternoon."

"Anyway, the shop has no business in the afternoon. What do you think about me setting up a stall outside in the afternoon and selling braised pork, roast chicken and duck?"

The braised pork can no longer be sold nearby, so he can set up a stall elsewhere.

Ye Donglin stopped eating melon seeds, listened carefully to Father Ye's thoughts, and then asked a question.

"Everyone goes out to buy things in the morning. There are fewer people in the town in the afternoon. To set up a stall, you have to find a place with a lot of people and suitable for setting up a stall."

The idea is good, but it is not easy to find a suitable place to set up a stall.

Father Ye had already thought about it, "I can go to North Street to set up a stall. The people living in North Street are rich people. They don't have a lot of money, so they can buy meat at will."

"I guess braised pork is not a rare thing among people. Roast chicken and duck are not common in Luohe Town. What do you think about me going to North Street to sell roast duck and chicken?"

Father Ye became more and more excited as he talked about it. He planned to wait for the rain to stop, cook more roast duck and chicken, and braise a few more kilograms of ribs, and then go to North Street to try it.

"Dad, that's a good idea. Since there's no one at the braised pork shop in the afternoon anyway, it would be a good idea if you just pack up the rest of the stuff from the shop and set up a stall on North Street."

"There are also pastries. The pastries made by Xiaoyu are quite good, especially the red date cake made according to the recipe. It has been the best seller in the past two days."

"Hahaha, you are so smart, just like me."

Although Ye's father is a bit boastful, Ye Donglin is indeed very similar to Ye's father, whether in appearance or personality, even in business.

Ye Xilin is more like Ye Mu.

Ye's two shops are the only ones selling pastries near the academy.

Although it was still raining lightly, after leaving school, many hungry teenagers went straight to Ye's shop.

Both Ye's shops sell pastries, and they all sell the same ones, so the people who come feel like they are divided into two groups.

Those who have a big appetite and want to eat braised pork go to Ye's father's braised pork shop. Those who want to read some miscellaneous books or buy reading supplies go to Ye Donglin's grocery store.

When the pastry comes out of the pan, Wang Chunyu has already cut it into fist-sized chunks. Pastries are sold by the piece.

The red date cake is more expensive, costing 4 cents a piece. The remaining mung bean cake, rice cake and sweet-scented osmanthus cake all cost three cents a piece.

The pastries are cheap and taste good, so they are very popular among the children in the neighborhood.

"Boss Ye, I want a piece of red date cake."

"Boss Ye, I want a piece of red date cake, a piece of osmanthus cake, and a stewed dish."

"I'd like a piece of braised pork ribs and a piece of mung bean cake."

"I just want a piece of rice cake."

Father Ye quickly handed the pastries to several energetic boys one by one, and then started cutting the braised pork.

When Father Ye brought the braised pork, a chubby boy pulled Father Ye and asked:

"Boss Ye, why is there no spicy braised pork now? I'm tired of eating ordinary braised pork. I want to eat spicy."

"Yeah, why don't you make spicy duck and spicy rabbit now? I want to eat spicy duck and spicy rabbit head." Another tall and lean boy also said.

"Spicy duck is okay, cheap and affordable." A young boy sitting in the corner said with a smile.

Father Ye was immediately awakened. He was indeed not as good as Yan Dafu in making ordinary braised pork, but he also had spicy braised pork.

Father Ye looked at the young boys with a smile, "If you want to eat, I will make flavored braised pork tomorrow. Spicy rabbit, spicy duck and spicy duck are all available."

"Then we'll come over after school tomorrow." Several greedy boys agreed happily.

"Okay, okay!" Father Ye even smiled happily.

Ye Donglin's business here is also pretty good. In addition to pastries, he also sells a few pieces of ordinary rice paper and two cheap writing brushes.

Several teenagers were sitting at the door eating cakes. Ye Donglin thoughtfully took out some travel notes and story books.

Anyway, it was idle time. The few of them were eating cakes and reading idle books with relish.

Ye Donglin, who had nothing to do, also took out the storybook he found in the house, read it, and mingled with these boys.

It will take a while to finish the book. Those who are not short of money will buy it directly. Those who are short of money will plan to come and read it next time when I buy cakes.

The father and son originally thought that on a rainy day, they would not be able to sell out all the pastries today, but they did not expect that they would be overwhelmed by these half-grown boys.

The items were sold out early, and the father and son closed the door and happily drove the donkey cart home.