The Little Lucky Girl

"It's okay. We can still pick them now." Mrs. Guo immediately looked at her son who had just come back. "Go and call your uncle to go to the small pond and pick more."

Guo Ren, who hadn't caught his breath yet, said:...

He picked the lotus leaves back and learned his lesson this time. He quietly slipped back to his room. He didn't wait until the aroma of chicken wafted out and he could no longer sit still, so he ran to the kitchen again.

When his mother saw him coming, she said casually, "Hurry up, go to the mountain and call your grandfather back, and tell him that the chicken is ready."

Guo Ren sighed, accepted his fate and ran out again.

The layers of lotus leaves were opened one by one. The aroma of the chicken was already overbearing, and with the fragrance of the lotus leaves, the smell was so strong that it made people salivate.

The uncle had already walked to the gate of his own yard, but was attracted by the fragrance and followed Village Chief Guo over.

Feng Xu had a very keen nose. He sniffed and suddenly said, "Did you put something else in this chicken? Why do I smell the scent of glutinous rice?"

Ming Youyou gave him a thumbs up and asked someone to cut the chicken into two halves.

Only then did everyone see that glutinous rice, mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots and dates were stuffed into the chicken's stomach.

The glutinous rice absorbed the fat from the chicken, and the shiny grains were distinct, and it tasted better than meat.

Ming Youyou and the other kids looked at each other, quietly clenched their chopsticks, and waited for their elders to finish picking up the glutinous rice before they rushed to the glutinous rice.

Then I heard my great uncle say slowly, "I am old and can't eat meat anymore, let the children eat the chicken, and just give me the rice."

Everyone saw that Village Chief Guo happily took two bowls, filled most of the glutinous rice for the clan uncle, and scooped the rest into his own bowl, then said to them: "Don't just stand there, eat quickly, the meat is all yours."

Children: ...For the first time, I feel that chicken is not so delicious.

Mrs. Guo helped the children divide the meat. Ming Youyou made the greatest contribution and she got a big chicken leg.

Thinking of her promise to Zheng Dao, she carefully scraped off a piece of meat from it, held back her saliva, and quietly sent the rest through the system.

The piece of meat was in my mouth, but before I could taste it, it disappeared, and then I felt even more greedy.

She ran back to pick up a piece of dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots to try, but found that there was not even a residue left on the lotus leaf.

Mrs. Guo saw that the child was staring at the lotus leaf, wishing she could take a bite, so she patted her head and said, "Don't look at it, we'll have dinner soon."

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up, "Is there any chicken for dinner?"

Mrs. Guo laughed and said, "How can we have so many chickens? We have eaten all the chickens that don't lay eggs. But we will have eggs to eat soon."

How can eggs and chickens be the same? Ming Youyou was a little disappointed. Seeing that the village chief was talking very excitingly, she decided to join in the fun. Listening to the gossip would make her less hungry.

The village chief and his uncle were discussing what people in their village could sell on the official road.

In addition to herbal tea, it is appropriate to sell some steamed buns and pancakes, which can be eaten right away without affecting people's journey. If you think the taste is bland, you can add some pickles.

Ming Youyou rolled her eyes and said, "I think selling lotus leaf chicken is also a good idea."

The uncle disagreed, "Nonsense, it's so inconvenient to carry a chicken. And chickens are so expensive, how many people can afford it."

Anyway, he would never buy food when he was outside. If he was really hungry, he would buy the cheapest one.

Ming Youyou was speechless. "You can't just think about the villagers. You have to think more about the rich people in the county. They ride in horse-drawn carriages. They wouldn't be afraid of holding a sheep, let alone a chicken."

"Don't the rich people in the city bring their own food when they go out? Their food is all very expensive, so why would they be interested in what we sell?"

Ming Youyou really had nothing to say about this. After all, she was not a rich master, so how would she know their habits?

Seeing that she was a little dejected, Zheng Huan helped her by saying, "I see that there are many caravans traveling on the official road. Some of them will not enter the county town in order to save time. In this way, they have no place to replenish supplies and can only eat dry food along the way. So this chicken is still very tempting."

Lu Tai also said: "This lotus leaf chicken tastes wild and is really new to city people."

Feng Xu: "And there are meat, vegetables and staple foods. Buy one and you'll have everything for a meal."

The uncle took the three young masters' words seriously. He picked up his pipe and took a few puffs. "How about we make two and sell them to try?"

"Two are too few. It's not enough trouble. Besides, if there are only two of them lying there, people might not want to buy them. We need at least ten or twenty." Ming Youyou straightened up again.

"How much will it cost?" asked the uncle.

Ming Youyou counted on her fingers, "A chicken costs sixty cents, and glutinous rice and mushrooms cost more than ten cents. If you want it to be more delicious, you can add some sugar. So the total cost is eighty cents."

"Then ten chickens would be eight hundred wen." She kept it in mind and did not dare to tell him the price for twenty chickens.

Even this still scared my uncle enough, "How much?" He almost shouted until his voice was hoarse.

"Don't worry," Ming Youyou hurriedly comforted him, "We spend a lot, but we earn more. We can sell a chicken for 120 wen, which is almost double the price."

The uncle was even more unsure, "It's so expensive, those gentlemen may not be willing to buy it."

Anyway, none of the shopkeepers he knew were generous. When buying mountain products from them, they were also very stingy and would bargain hard for them.

Village chief Guo looked at his great-uncle who had started smoking his pipe again and understood his worries.

It’s not that the old man hasn’t handled large sums of money before. Whenever there was something going on in the village, it was my uncle who handled several taels of silver.

But they have been farming for their whole lives, and they would go out to do odd jobs during the slack season. They were originally resistant to doing business, which required dealing with people, not to mention that they had to invest a lot of money.

Ming Youyou finally understood something. She looked at her uncle who was smoking non-stop and whispered, "Well, just pretend I never said anything. It's not bad to start with selling steamed buns."

After saying that, she turned around and tried to slip away, but Zheng Huan grabbed her by the collar and took her to the other side of the yard.

Ming Youyou then noticed that he had grown taller and his arms had grown longer, so it was not difficult for him to grab her. She was so angry that she glared at him.

Seeing her moving her hands and feet around like a turned-up Miss Hua, Zheng Huan smiled and retracted his hands, looking at everyone and said, "What do you think if we also participate in this business and pay half of the cost?"

Lu Tai said, "Do you want to make this happen?"