The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

Suddenly a group of people came in. My uncle and his friends were a little flustered, but Song Yunran was cooking calmly.

"Okay, remember, everyone sit down and drink a bowl of soup first. This is a traditional soup that has been simmered for several hours. It has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying. Uncles, what kind of rice do you want to eat? Just tell me and I'll make it right away!"

"Smoked pork, smoked ribs, Chinese sausage, mushroom chicken, dried fish, and you can even order two dishes together."

The shop was busy until two in the afternoon, and only stopped when all the ingredients prepared for the day were cleared out.

After closing the door, the exhausted people looked at each other and started laughing. Although they were in a rush when there were so many people around, they finally managed to cope with it.

After quickly cooking some noodles, the few people did not dare to rest after eating, and immediately began to prepare ingredients for the evening. Because it was at the dock and there were many porters, not everyone could afford the 18-cent clay pot rice, and most of the people who came to eat were people with some status on the ship.

We need to think of something cheap and filling that is suitable for workers to eat.

Side dishes, steamed buns and noodles should be cheaper. She needs to find time to sell the clay pot rice in her hand, otherwise she won't be able to spare the time to make other things by herself.

Suddenly I feel that being a money-hungry person is not that easy.

Song Yunran and his colleagues were busy until the evening. They closed the shop and took a break only after all the ingredients were sold out. They didn't even have time to eat before rushing back to the village.

Grandpa and Mrs. Song kept walking back and forth in front of the house until their feet were tired, and then they waited for them to come back.

Seeing Song Yunran dozing off on the ox cart due to exhaustion, Mrs. Song felt so distressed that she quickly asked them to go into the house.

"Mom, we have sold out all our stuff today. There are so many people here. Look, this bag is full of money."

Song Yunxi talked about what happened today with excitement as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Grandpa laughed happily after hearing this and said, "It's good as long as it goes smoothly, it's good as long as it goes smoothly."

My uncle: "We sold 180 bowls today, and we made over 300 taels in just one day."

Mrs. Song looked at Song Yunran who was sitting on the side and drinking water with big gulps and was a little worried: "It's good to be able to sell, but you are working too hard, especially Yunran, who is still so young. It's okay for one or two days, but how can you bear it if you go out early and come back late every day."

It really is my biological mother! My biological child!

Song Yunran replied with emotion: "Mom, I'm fine. I'll get used to it in a few days."

The two of them exchanged a few words and Song couldn't persuade her to shut up. She brought them the shredded chicken porridge that had been cooked long ago. After they finished eating, they quickly washed up and rested. After all, they had to rush to prepare the ingredients for lunch early tomorrow morning.

After a month of busy days of going out early and coming back late every day, the Song family's clay pot rice business has been booming, truly living up to the saying that business is booming.

In order to avoid losing customers, Song Yunran wanted to add several new clay pot rice dishes including cured duck, spare ribs, eel and chicken offal.

In addition to being busy in the shop every day, he also has to prepare materials after closing the shop. He is like a spinning top and never stops.

Fortunately, the result did not disappoint her diligence. When the new product came out, many old customers came with their families to try it. Sometimes they would even turn over a round of tables, keeping Song Yunran and others busy.

They were all quite attentive, and did not make any mistakes even when there were so many customers that they had to queue. However, there was a real shortage of manpower. In the first few days, we didn't even have time to drink a sip of water. We had to cook when there were customers, and prepare dishes when there were no customers.

The house will be fully built next month, and my grandparents will go back by then. We will be even short of manpower, so we need to hire someone quickly.

At noon, when all the customers had left, Song Yunran planned to go out to buy some seasonings. It was a rare opportunity to relax. When she was having a good time strolling around, a young man rushed out from the alley and almost knocked her out.

The boy, who was holding the child, bumped into her and fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked up the child and shouted, "Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu! Someone come! Save my brother!"

It turned out to be the young man who took me to the pier last time.

Looking at the child with a purple face, the boy got up and rushed into the clinic holding the child.

As soon as he entered, he was chased out: "He's almost dead, why did you bring him in? He should die outside and don't bring trouble to my family's reputation. But I'm a kind-hearted doctor, so I'll kindly remind you that your brother won't survive like this, take him home, roll him up on a straw mat and throw him on the mountain!"

The person who spoke was a dark and thin old man with a pair of eagle eyes that made people feel uncomfortable just by looking at them.

Standing next to him was a young man with a nose in the air, who looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the sleepyhead who had driven her out when she was selling ginseng.

Sleepyhead: "You stinky beggar, this is not a place for you to come in, get out of here, don't dirty my floor"

More and more people gathered around to watch the fun, but no one took action.

"I'm almost rolling my eyes, how can I possibly save him?"

"My neighbor's child died in the same way last time. He died like this, and no one knew what disease he had."

"His face has turned purple. I guess only a god can save him."

The boy who was driven out, the boy holding the child, had red eyes, a hoarse voice, and trembling hands as he kept shaking the child in his arms.

Song Yunran walked over and took a look at the child. He was obviously having difficulty breathing and was gasping for air from time to time. It seemed that there was probably a foreign object stuck in his throat.

After thinking about it, I ran over and picked up the child.

The boy was startled: "What are you doing!"

Song Yunran said quickly: "I can save him, if you want to save him, just let go."

The young man looked into Song Yunran's clear and determined eyes and did not stop him.

After Song Yunran took the child in her arms, she let him face away from her, held him with one hand, let the child face down and lie on her knees, and patted the child on the back several times with skillful force.