The escape system takes me to dig for treasures

Jiang Chunhua sells sesame cakes with fillings and without fillings with some chopped green onion. The leek and egg sesame cakes cost three cents each, and the plain sesame cakes cost two cents each.

An extra penny means more leeks and fewer eggs, but everyone still thinks it is more cost-effective to have stuffing. Since they have bought it, of course they still pay an extra penny for meat.

Zeng Daniu hurried to work, while Jiang Chunhua walked slowly over while hawking.

When they arrived at the dock, Zeng Daniu had already carried several packages of goods.

There are indeed many people at the dock, including merchants coming and going, helpers on passenger ships, and workers moving cargo.

Most of the workers came out after having breakfast at home. A few or three people came to buy some, but they were all vegetarian cakes. But the people on the passenger ship were busy and had no time to make breakfast, and they couldn't go ashore for too long. , we can only buy some as soon as possible on the shore to solve the breakfast problem.

So when Jiang Chunhua passed by those passenger ships with a basket on her arm, she happened to meet a young man walking past in a hurry, and was attracted back by the smell of sesame cakes.

He turned around and stood in front of Jiang Chunhua, "How do you sell these sesame cakes?"

After Jiang Chunhua quoted the price, all the remaining ten chive egg pancakes in the basket were bought, and two vegetarian pancakes were also ordered.

Jiang Chunhua put away the copper coins and was particularly excited. This was the first time the sale was so smooth.

While the remaining plain cakes were still warm, Jiang Chunhua didn't care about anything else and quickly continued to sell them.

Early in the morning, Jiang Li's family went out. After Jiang Jiangli and Jiang Youli left, Zhao drove the carriage to take Mr. Jiang to the west of the city.

Speaking of which, before fleeing the famine, he and his daughter had not seen each other for several years. They were far away and there was a lot of life in the fields.

Before fleeing the famine, he asked his grandson Jiang Liushu to come over and tell Jiang Chunhua, asking Jiang Chunhua if she wanted to come to Taohua Village. Jiang Chunhua had many brothers, but he was the only one in Zeng Daniu's family.

If he goes with the Jiang family, at least he will have his brothers to help him escape.

However, Jiang Liushu came back and told him that his aunt said it was not necessary and did not come back with Jiang Liushu, so Mr. Jiang did not force it.

Later on when he was escaping from famine, Mr. Jiang felt a little regretful and should have tried to persuade his daughter again.

Mrs. Zhao parked the carriage aside and began to prepare things for the stall.

Mr. Jiang asked anxiously: "Lao Er's family, where did you see the spring flowers yesterday?"

Mrs. Zhao stopped what she was doing, looked around, and asked strangely: "Hey, why didn't you see spring flowers today?"

As soon as Mr. Jiang heard Zhao's words, he understood, "This girl must be avoiding me!"

If Jiang Chunhua hadn't already become a mother, Mr. Jiang would have wanted to beat her up.

More and more people came to the stall to buy things, and Mr. Jiang couldn't think of anything else to think about.

A lot of people came to the stall, and they all flocked to the stall. You bought one catty, and I bought two catties.

Mr. Jiang was surprised, is this business so good? Then why didn't you hear A Li talk about it yesterday?

"You could try it yesterday. Is it still available today? Cut some to try. Our neighbor heard that the braised pork is delicious and asked me to bring it to have a look."

It was the aunt who bought it yesterday to entertain her son-in-law, and she was accompanied by several aunts of about the same age.

Mrs. Zhao quickly took out the bowl. She cut some of the pork liver, intestines, pig lungs, etc. and put them in the bowl. Drawing on yesterday's experience, Mrs. Zhao cut them into smaller pieces this time.

Not only did the aunt bring people to buy it, but she also wanted to buy it herself. "How long can you keep this braised pork?"

"It can only be kept for three days at most."

Mr. Jiang replied that it can only be kept for three days when the weather is cold now. If it is summer, it is best not to keep it overnight.

"Okay, then give me two more kilograms of braised pork and two kilograms of offal."

The aunt said very cheerfully.

The son-in-law is leaving today, so I gave her money this morning, which comforts my aunt.

That's not bad. Seeing that my son-in-law loved eating this braised pork yesterday, I quickly came out and bought some for my son-in-law to eat on the road. He was tired from traveling and traveling, so he needed something good to eat on the road.

Even the old ladies in the neighborhood were so impatient that they wanted to follow her, but their movements were not slow.

Mr. Zhao cut the meat, and Mr. Jiang collected the money. The two of them quickly cut it for the aunt.

"Thank you, eldest sister, for bringing us business. For the second brother's family, please give us more."

Mrs. Zhao fished out a small strip of meat and made at least five or six more slices of meat. She also cut into some braised pork offal.

Being so busy can be considered as seeing off a wave of guests brought by the aunt.

There were only four or five people in front of the stall, but maybe because there were so many people in front of the stall, passers-by were also attracted, so Zhao and his friends had a steady flow of braised pork business, and people came to buy one after another.

It only took half an hour to set up the stall, and most of the dozen or so kilograms of braised pork and twenty or thirty kilograms of braised pig offal were sold, of which the people brought by the aunt helped a lot.

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Zhao had some time and began to sort out the money they received.

No one would bring money with them when they went out to buy braised pork, and all they received were copper coins.

Mr. Jiang asked Mrs. Zhao to help count them together. They used red rope to string up a hundred copper plates in a row.

Ms. Zhao was a little flustered, "Dad, I can't count to one hundred."

"Now, you will always count from one to ten, right? You first count out ten by ten like this, ten in a stack."

Mr. Jiang picked up the pile he had counted and showed it to Ms. Zhao.

"I can do this." Ms. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

There happened to be a person in front of the stall who came to buy something. When he saw this, he smiled and said: "Husband, you are quite patient with your daughter."

Mr. Jiang smiled and asked without further explanation: "Would you like braised pork or offal? Braised pork costs 40 cents per catty, and pork offal costs 30 cents per catty."

The person who came was a middle-aged man who looked clean and tidy. He used a hook to turn over the braised pork and pork liver. He looked quite experienced and said: "The price is not cheap."

"Pork itself is expensive."

Mr. Jiang explained, copying a set of rhetoric he heard from Jiang Li, "And this pork is not just one pound, it weighs one pound when it is braised, and a pound of pork is only eight taels after braised. If it’s less, it’s only six taels, so we’re also doing a low-profit business.”

There was no one in front of the stall now, so the old man had time to explain it so carefully, and just treat it as a casual chat.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded, looking carefully at the color of the braised pork and the aroma wafting from the tip of his nose, "Let's get one pound each of the braised pork and offal."

Mrs. Zhao put down the copper plate in her hand and cut the meat.

"Give me more marinade."

The man took the bowl and asked for more.

Mrs. Zhao followed her instructions and added a spoonful.

After less than half an hour, all the remaining meat was sold out, and while there was no one around, they also counted and linked up today's revenue.

"The total is 1358 coins."

Mr. Jiang clicked on it. Logically speaking, it should be an integer. He probably missed it when collecting the money and received a few pennies less. This is normal.