The happy little days of the Ye family

After the little girl left, Father Ye looked up and found that the street was much deserted.

It's almost lunch time, and most people on the street have gone back to eat. Looking around, there were only stalls selling goods and a few people passing by.

Father Ye bent over and silently rearranged the messed up things on the stall.

While cleaning up, Father Ye took the opportunity to take stock of the things sold this morning.

One morning, Father Ye sold four silk flowers, a gold silk handkerchief, two red dates, four brown sugar cakes, and a piece of ready-made clothing.

A silk flower can earn 7 cents, the gold handkerchief Ye's father made a profit of 20 cents, the profit of cakes is about half, and the ready-made clothes just sold made 12 cents.

After cleaning up the stall, Father Ye came out with a small abacus and calculated it after a while. The total profit in the morning was 80 Wen.

Most of the people who live on North Street have businesses in the town. After a while, some people going home to eat passed by Father Ye's stall.

Many people who were originally anxious to go back for lunch were attracted by the roast chicken and pastries on the table.

A donkey cart parked beside the stall, and a young man got out of the donkey cart with a boy.

The roasted chicken looks golden and attractive. Although it is cold now, it still smells very fragrant, and the various pastries on the side also smell particularly sweet.

It was originally dinner time, and everything tasted delicious when I was hungry. The young man looked at the fragrant roast chicken in front of him and swallowed involuntarily.

"Boss Ye, bring me a roast chicken. I want the one on the left that's a bit more toasted."

"okay!"

Father Ye packed up the roasted chicken quickly. Seeing the man glance at the pastries on the side, he smiled and promoted:

"There is a new brown sugar hair cake launched today. Would you like some pieces to try, sir?"

The man had bought cakes from Ye's father twice before. Thinking that his mother and sisters at home liked the food, he took out his wallet generously.

"Give me two pieces of each of the pastries on the stall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy beside him immediately took out an exquisite food box from the donkey cart.

Father Ye took the food box and put two pieces of each of the five types of pastries on the stall into it.

"Sir, the roast chicken costs 65 coins and the pastry costs 52 coins. The total is 107 coins."

The man was quite generous and directly gave Ye's father 110 Wen, and the extra money was regarded as a reward for Ye's father.

Including a reward of 3 cents, a roast chicken and 10 cakes, Father Ye's profit was about 49 cents.

Father Ye smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He thought everyone had gone home for dinner at this time, but unexpectedly a generous young master came.

Father Ye calculated carefully and found that the total net profit of the stall in the morning was 129 yuan, which was almost as much as the profit in a normal day.

There was a stall selling braised pork and another stall selling groceries nearby. Looking at Father Ye’s beaming smile, I knew he was making a lot of money, and I felt very envious.

These two stalls came here after Ye's father set up stalls here. In fact, he followed the trend of setting up stalls after seeing how well the food and groceries sold at the stalls.

The owner of the braised pork stall is Yan Dazhuang, the son of Yan Dafu, an old acquaintance of Ye's father.

Bai Yaowen seems to be doing nothing, but his cooking skills are very good. Since the Bai family restaurant opened, most of the business of the Yan family braised pork shop has been robbed.

Yan Dafu's braised pork shop is now half dead. Knowing that Ye's father's business in North Street is good, he shamelessly followed him to set up a stall again.

There used to be a braised pork shop on North Street, and the braised pork was much better than Yan Dafu's. The business of Yan Dazhuang's braised pork stall had never been very good.

The other grocery stall originally sold fabrics and needlework. Seeing that Father Ye's stall had many things and attracted many people, he went back to buy some other groceries.

There are more things and more choices, and the business of the small stalls is also getting better.

For the items on Ye's father's stall, another grocery stall also went to pick up the goods, which has taken away a lot of business recently.

Fortunately, Father Ye also has embroidery, honey, silk flowers and other foods, which are not available at the other stall. The business at the stall during this period was also pretty good.

Father Ye felt even more happy when he saw that the two people beside him were envious and jealous, and couldn't do anything to him.

After a while, the street was quiet at this time, and there were no people passing by.

But what is different from other stalls is that there is a small pasta stall not far away. The business is very prosperous, and several tables on the stall are full of people.

This noodle stall has been on North Street for more than ten years. The owner of the stall escaped from the north and made good noodles. The stall only sells pork noodles, net wontons and wonton noodles every day.

Smelling the aroma wafting from the stall, Father Ye was also hungry, so he got up and went to the noodle stall to buy a bowl of wonton noodles.

The noodles are very soft and elastic, the wontons are also very delicious, the fillings of pork and shrimps are particularly delicious, and the soup made from big bones makes Father Ye sweat on his forehead.

After a while, not only the wontons and noodles were completely eaten, but even the soup in the bowl was drunk by Father Ye.

Ever since Father Ye came to North Street to set up a stall, he has been visiting this small noodle shop almost every day, and he never gets tired of it.

The noodles here are delicious, but the price is a bit expensive. A bowl of pork noodles, pure wontons and wonton noodles all cost 16 cents.

Ye's father's monthly pocket money of 50 Wen is only enough to eat three bowls of wonton noodles.

Fortunately, Ye's mother was considerate, and the money for lunch came directly from Ye's father's stall money, so his pocket money was not deducted.

When Father Ye gave the money, he felt heartbroken. After deducting the 129 yuan of wonton noodles from the profit of 16 yuan in the morning, there were only 113 yuan left.

After eating and drinking, Father Ye returned the bowl to others, and then sat on a small bench to rest.

Just after squinting for a while, people on the street went out to make money one after another. When they passed Ye's stall, they were given another enthusiastic sales pitch by Ye's father.

Most of the people left in a hurry. Only two or three greedy people stopped under Father Ye's persuasion and sold a few more cakes one after another.

North Street was a bit deserted in the afternoon, with only a few young ladies going shopping and some aunties visiting each other.

After a long time, a cook came to the stall. This cook's surname is Li, everyone calls her Cook Li, and she is also an old acquaintance at the stall.

Chef Li is tall and has a round face that looks very blessed.

Chef Li is very generous and bought 5 pounds of bacon, a pound of dried mushrooms and a pound of red dates in one go.

"Okay, bacon is 38 Wen per catty, dried mushrooms are 25 Wen per catty, and red dates are 20 Wen per catty. The total is 240 Wen."

Father Ye packed the things in twos and twos, and then packed two pieces of brown sugar cake for Chef Li.

"Cook Li, this is the brown sugar cake that was just sold today. It's very soft and sweet. Take it back and try it."

Chef Li likes sweets very much. Every time she comes here to buy ingredients, Father Ye will give her more pastries.

After taking the cake, Chef Li was very happy, "You can tell it's delicious just by smelling it."

Several more women came to the stall in the back, but they only sold a roast chicken and an ordinary handkerchief.

When the sun set halfway up the mountain, both roast chickens were sold and most of the pastries were sold.

While Father Ye was packing up the things in the stall, he took stock of what he had sold today.

The more he took stock, the brighter the smile on Father Ye's face became. He roughly estimated that, excluding lunch money, he could earn about 200 Wen today.