The Little Lucky Girl

Yes, you can ask Luo Xiucai. Ming Youyou immediately stood up, "Is Luo Xiucai coming today?"

The waiter said, "He just delivered a book the day before yesterday, so he probably won't be here soon. But you can go to Zhang's Lamb Soup Restaurant, where Mr. Luo often eats."

The three thanked the waiter and went straight to the mutton soup restaurant.

After waiting at the door for a while, Mr. Luo did not show up, but the aroma wafting from the store almost made them dizzy.

It seems they haven't eaten meat for a long time.

Ming Youyou and Feng Xu swallowed their saliva and looked at the purse on Lu Tai.

The two of them said incoherently: "Why don't we buy a bowl and wait inside." "Shouldn't we celebrate after making money?"

Then he pulled Lu Tai inside.

Lu Tai felt that he had resisted very hard, but the next second he found himself being taken to the stall.

In the end, the few people did not eat in the store. Zheng Huan was still at home, and they didn’t want to eat alone, so they decided to buy two bowls to take back.

When Lu Tai paid the bill, he felt a little distressed. He hesitated and said, "A pound of raw mutton is only twenty cents, and these two bowls will cost thirty cents."

Feng Xu said: "Even if we buy raw food, someone has to cook it."

Their meals were all prepared by Jia Er, whose skill was only passable in terms of steaming buns, and for nothing else, the three of them shuddered in unison.

On the way back, several people walked very fast.

Zheng Huan had already heated up the black steamed buns and was waiting for them at home. Seeing that they had brought back some dishes, he turned around and added some more firewood to the stove.

Lu Taifengxu went to help immediately.

The three noble young men from the capital are now very skilled at making fire.

The mutton soup was very filling, with large slices of mutton, smooth vermicelli, and well-seasoned white radish. The steamed buns were soaked in the soup and put into the mouth, which was very satisfying. Several people ate it very well.

Ming Youyou was fed quite a lot, and was full just by eating the mutton. She returned to her room with a bulging stomach, savored the food for a while, and said:

"It feels like something is missing. It would be even better if I could have a bite of sweet."

The system flashed at the right time and pulled out the embedded word beans from the mall, "Host, do you want to buy a box to try?"

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up, "Yes, this is something edible."

She has been so obsessed with clay modeling recently that she almost forgot that this skill was originally used to make candy.

She stretched out her hand and was about to click to buy, but was shocked by the price below the picture. "It costs 300 points. That's expensive."

Ming Youyou was a little reluctant. Her favorite little cake only cost ten points, and she could buy a box of it. She counted on her fingers and thought, my God, she could buy thirty of them.

The system advised her, "You can only know whether it tastes good after you taste it. If it tastes good, you can try to make it yourself. Then you can ask the research institute for a reward, and you can also sell it for copper coins."

Ming Youyou felt that what the system said made sense. The key point was that it would be fine if she hadn’t seen the picture, but what if she saw it and wanted to eat it very much?

Then I had no choice but to buy it reluctantly.

The system saw the host happily open the box, hold the word blocks in his hands and play with them for a long time, and finally eat them bit by bit with care.

It suddenly felt that the income from the handling fee was not very satisfying, so it took a screenshot of the payment page and sent it to the research institute.

The secretary immediately forwarded it to Dean Gu, who frowned when reading it. You know, all the derivative products of their research institute are put on the market at cost price, just to facilitate dissemination and let more people know about intangible cultural heritage.

As a result, these shops increased the prices sixfold, and the reason given for the price increase was "intangible cultural heritage products."

"Swindlers, a bunch of scammers." Dean Gu slammed the table. He was not only angry for their research institute, but also felt sorry for the points Ming Youyou spent.

You know, ever since she started taking the course, Dean Gu has been watching her silently in front of the screen. He probably spends more time with this child than with his own granddaughter.

He contacted his secretary and asked, "Can't we just ship it over?"

The secretary was a little embarrassed. "Our store is only for the domestic market. And we are a key research unit. We don't have the authority to open stores across the galaxy yet."

Dean Gu was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of Zheng Dao, "Help me contact the handsome man."

Zheng Dao didn't expect that another pie would fall on his head. Dean Gu gave him the status of a non-staff member and officially certified his shop.

There is only one requirement, which is that the profit after deducting the cost and operation, must not exceed 10%. For products like Zi Dou Tang, it is only necessary to sell them for 80 points.

And if Ming Youyou comes to buy it, she won’t even want to make any profit, she will just buy it at the internal price.

Therefore, Zhengdao’s store became the forefront of promoting interstellar intangible cultural heritage and a back door for Ming Youyou.

He was so happy when he contacted Ming Youyou, "Come to my store and buy whatever you want in the future. Dean Gu also gave me a task to make a collection of your hands-on practice. Don't forget to record the video in the future. You can earn points for this part too."

Ming Youyou's heartache for having just spent 300 points disappeared immediately. She didn't even want to sleep, but jumped out of bed happily and ran to the main room to find Zheng Huan.

Zheng Huanlai is in charge of their money.

When she saw Zheng Huan, she was a little embarrassed to speak. After all, all her money now was earned from copying books, and she didn't contribute anything.

Seeing that she was picking her little finger and not saying anything but her eyes kept glancing at the box where they put the money, Zheng Huan smiled and took out the purse.

He counted out half of the coins and asked her, "Is it enough?"

Ming Youyou actually didn’t know how much money it would cost, so she just smiled, touched her head and said nothing.

Zheng Huan handed her the money and said, "Use it first. Tell me if it's not enough."

Ming Youyou nodded vigorously, then ran back happily with the money.

Feng Xu was shocked when he saw this and asked Zheng Huan, "You gave her so much money without even asking her what she was going to do?"

Zheng Huan said nonchalantly: "No need to ask, he must be doing something serious."

Feng Xu stretched out his hand to him and said, "Give me some money, I want to do some work too."

Zheng Huan slapped his hand away and said, "We earned this money by copying books. You want to earn it yourself?"

Feng Xu was so angry. He used the same excuse when they were eating meat just now. He was given the smallest portion, and now he did it again!

Who doesn’t know how to write? When I’ve mastered it, I’ll copy ten or eight books and use the money to buy meat. I’ll eat one piece and throw away another.

Feng Xu thought angrily, and put a lot more effort into writing again.

The next morning Ming Youyou took the money to the village chief and said, "Second Grandpa, I want to buy some candy."

The village chief asked her what she needed.

After knowing that she needed soybeans, black sesame seeds and sugar, the village chief asked her to put the money away.

"We already have soybeans at home, so we don't have to spend money to buy them. As for the other things..."

The village chief called Guo Ren over and said, "Go, take your brothers and sisters and go door to door, and let everyone gather together and come out."

These days, the children in the village have learned a lot of words from Ming Youyou. This is such a great advantage. If some family is reluctant to spend even this little bit, it would be a disgrace to the whole village. He would ask his uncle to come over and scold them.