The happy little days of the Ye family

When Ye's father returned home, Ye Qingqing was making pastries with Wang Chunyu in the kitchen.

Ye Qingqing sat on the small bench to help light the fire. When he was hungry, he could also eat some of the earliest pastries.

Ye Mu, who was cooking vegetables on the side, smiled and said, "Qingqing, you come here to light the fire, you just want to come and steal some food."

Wang Chunyu was cutting pastries on the table behind the stove, cutting a whole piece of pastry into fist-sized pieces.

After the pastries were cut, there were still some irregular pastries left on the side. Wang Chunyu kept these irregular pastries from his family to eat.

Wang Chunyu picked up two relatively complete pastries and fed Ye Mu and Ye Qingqing one piece each with a smile.

"This is my new idea of ​​brown sugar hair cake. Does it taste good?" After speaking, he looked at the two of them expectantly.

Ye Mu happily praised: "Qingqing's grandma can also make this brown sugar cake. Xiaoyu's skills are good. This brown sugar cake is on par with Qingqing's grandma."

Ye Qingqing's cheeks bulged up after eating, and she nodded her little head desperately, "It's delicious, the brown sugar taste is very rich, and it's very soft."

After finishing the pastry in his mouth, Ye Qingqing stood up and took another piece, showing with his actions how delicious this pastry was.

The three people in the kitchen were eating brown sugar cakes when Father Ye came back driving the donkey cart.

"Qingqing, Qingqing." Father Ye's cheerful voice sounded in the yard.

"Dad, I'm in the kitchen."

Wang Chunyu helped Ye Qingqing up and asked her to go find Ye's father first.

"This is the last pot of pastries. I'll just light the fire."

"Okay, then I'll go find my dad first."

Hearing her father's voice so happy, Ye Qingqing immediately guessed that her embroidery must have been sold.

Just as she was about to walk out quickly, Ye Qingqing thought that she was still pregnant with the child. Although she was very anxious, she still walked slowly.

When he walked to the yard, Father Ye was taking inventory of the things on the donkey cart.

Ye Qingqing looked at Father Ye excitedly, "Dad, have you sold my Guanyin embroidery pictures?"

"That's really smart. Then guess how much your embroidered pictures were sold for."

"Dad, you are so happy. My embroidered pictures must not be sold cheaply, 8 taels and 6 yuan?" Seeing Ye's father beaming with joy, Ye Qingqing guessed as high as possible.

Father Ye shook his head pretending to be mysterious, "No, if you guess again, you're just a little bit off."

Ye Qingqing remembered that her father had said that the ideal price for her Guanyin embroidery was 8 taels and 5 yuan, and she spoke confidently:

"Is it 8 taels and 5 cents?"

"My daughter is so smart, she does whatever I want."

Hearing the voices of the father and daughter, Mrs. Ye, who was making headbands in the hall, ran out quickly.

"Did Qingqing's embroidered picture really sell for 8 taels and 5 cents?" Mrs. Ye still held a half-finished hair tie in her hand and looked at Father Ye with disbelief.

"It must be true. This matter can also be false."

Father Ye said with a big grin, and then took out a few pieces of broken silver, no more, no less, exactly 8 taels and 5 coins.

"My dear, the small embroidery pictures that Qingqing sold to the embroidery shop were only 5 taels of silver, but they can be sold for 8 taels and 5 taels of silver when setting up a stall on North Street, which is a full three taels and five taels of silver."

Old Mrs. Ye is very greedy for money from selling embroidery patterns. She makes more money than she does from making hairbands. I wonder if it is too late for her to practice embroidery now?

After taking the silver from Father Ye's hand, Ye Qingqing's smile was as bright as a flower.

Ye Qingqing took out two small pieces of silver, then took out some copper plates from his purse, and counted 1 tael, 750 coins.

"The extra money will be divided equally between the two of us. Here is 1750 Wen." Ye Qingqing proudly patted the money into Father Ye's palm.

"I didn't do anything, I just got 750 coins." Father Ye thrust another one tael of silver back into Ye Qingqing's hand.

The embroidery was so profitable that he took the 20 taels of the gold embroidered handkerchief, but the share of the embroidery was 1 tael, 750 taels. Father Ye was embarrassed to take so much money from his daughter.

"That's not what you said. If dad hadn't helped me sell the embroidery, this embroidery picture wouldn't have been sold at such a high price."

Seeing that Ye's father still refused to accept it, Ye Qingqing directly exchanged the one tael of silver in his hand for the 750 Wen in his hand.

Then he said: "Then we will set a standard. Dad, if you help me sell a small embroidery picture, I will give you one tael of silver. If you sell a large embroidery picture, I will give you two taels of silver." .”

Father Ye thought this was not bad, and happily put the money into his pocket.

The stall's business was good today, and Father Ye came back early. At this time, Mother Ye was still cooking in the kitchen, while Tang Shan and Tang Xiaojing were tanning rabbit skins at Tang's house.

Seeing that it was still early to leave for dinner, Father Ye took Mrs. Ye and Ye Qingqing to the hall to count the money.

Except for the broken silver they received for embroidering pictures, most of the other items received from the stall were copper plates. The three of them waited for a while before they finished counting the silver and copper plates on the table.

Father Ye just took stock and knew what he sold today. After deducting the cost, he actually made 2 taels and 779 wen today.

Old Mrs. Ye couldn't believe it, "Isn't this too exaggerated? I earned 2 taels, 786 Wen in one day? Did I count it wrong?"

Just from her embroidery pictures, Ye's father earned one or two silver dollars. Ye Qingqing guessed that the embroidery items on the stall made more money.

Father Ye probably still remembered what items were sold today, and he took stock of them with Mrs. Ye.

"A roast chicken costs 65 cents, and one can earn 20 cents. The profit of two roast chickens is 40 cents."

"The two baskets of pastries were sold for a total of 85 Wen. After deducting the cost of 35 Wen and Xiaoyu's labor fee of 15 Wen, the profit was 35 Wen."

"I sold two small embroidered pictures, one gold silk embroidered handkerchief and two ordinary embroidered handkerchiefs today. I made a total of 2 taels and 260 Wen. This one is the big one."

"The four jars of honey were sold for a total of 4 Wen. After deducting the 384 Wen cost of the jars, the total profit was 12 Wen."

"In addition, we sold half a catty of dried mushrooms and one catty of red dates, which is 26 Wen here."

"A total of 6 headbands and hairbands were sold, and the profit was 25 cents."

Father Ye fiddled with the abacus and said with a smile: "Yes, today's profit is indeed 2 taels, 779 yuan."

Gathering all the broken silver and copper plates on the table in front of him, Father Ye showed off in a particularly unflattering manner:

"It looks like I'm making a lot of money today, but most of it is embroidery and honey, but it doesn't sell so well every day."

Then he received a look from Mrs. Ye.

Ye Qingqing was very happy and talked about his plan enthusiastically:

"Selling embroidery on North Street is pretty good. After deducting the one tael for dad and the cost of two taels of silver, I made a full 5 taels and 5 taels for this Guanyin embroidery picture."

"I still make money by embroidering pictures. From now on I will stop making gold silk handkerchiefs and concentrate on embroidering pictures."

"The handkerchiefs can't be sold at a high price, but the embroidered pictures are still valuable. One embroidered picture sold is worth as many handkerchiefs as you." Father Ye also agreed with his daughter to concentrate on making embroidered pictures.

"This embroidery is really selling well. The batch of embroidery your mother took back before, except for two ordinary handkerchiefs, has been sold out."

"Then I will go to the village with my mother tomorrow and collect some more embroidery." Ye Qingqing took the initiative to take over the matter.

Father Ye reminded again: "Remember to go to the village chief's house and Wang Duoduo's house again. The small embroidery pictures made by these three people are quite popular."

"Dad, don't worry. When it comes to embroidery, no one in the village knows better than my mother and I." Ye Qingqing raised her little head high, feeling very proud.