The Little Lucky Girl

Feng Xu said without even looking up: "I didn't know that this field eel is an eel. You don't know that this eel is very expensive in the capital. If I had known, I would have caught it just now..."

Ming Youyou's arms were too short to grab him, so he snorted, "There are so many things you don't know. When I first got here, I saw that all the crops were called wheat."

Feng Xu blushed and said, "Don't mention the past. I can tell the difference very clearly now. I am better than both of them."

"Really? Then who pulled out the vegetable seedlings I planted yesterday, mistaking them for weeds?"

Lu Tai sighed, "Does this count as 'not being able to work hard and not knowing how to distinguish between grains'?"

The remaining two people also remained silent.

It seems that they have to continue farming on this land.

When the rice they planted finally stopped leaning to one side or the other, and stopped coming out of the soil after a while and floating miserably on the water, and could finally stand in a row, the busy work of transplanting rice was over.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and spontaneously decided to cook something delicious to reward themselves and their families.

Ming Youyou and the others finally ate the hen that laid the most eggs. Now they could only watch the smoke rising from the village across the river.

She sniffed and said, "It smells so good." Then her head felt dizzy and she followed the smell.

Feng Xu and the other two looked at her enviously but did not follow her.

They knew that if they went there, the villagers would definitely welcome them warmly. But since they were already adults, it would be embarrassing to always go there for free meals.

A few people sighed regretfully and went back to their room to read.

They really wanted to copy two books to exchange for money, but they had been working too much recently and their hands were shaking when they picked up the brush, so they could only plan to memorize the books first.

Ming Youyou spotted Guo Ren as soon as she entered the village.

He was holding several small animals made of steamed buns in his hands and was showing them off to the children under him.

Ming Youyou picked up a chick and looked at it. It was chubby and very cute.

Seeing that she liked them, Guo Ren was very loyal and let her pick two first, and also told her:

"There's an old lady at my house. She can make all kinds of interesting shapes out of dough. I'll take you to pick some later."

Since there was still room for more, the two of them happily stuffed the little animals in their hands into their mouths and ran back to Guo's house together.

Their house was particularly lively at the moment. All the women in the village had come and gathered in the main room, looking intently at an old man with a head full of silver hair.

When Mrs. Guo saw her coming in, she smiled and waved, calling her over and said, "This is my brother-in-law's grandmother, hurry up and call her Granny Ge."

"Hello, Granny Ge," Ming Youyou said with a blink of her eyes.

The old man smiled so much that the wrinkles on his face looked like chrysanthemums. He gave her a duck that he had just made, patted her face and said, "This child is really good."

After saying that, he dipped chopsticks in the red juice and put a big red dot on her forehead, which made her look so beautiful.

She watched the old man knead the dough in his palm, and then with a light press, a round fat head came out.

Lightly outline with a bamboo stick and then cut with scissors, and the facial features will become clear.

Add two black beans as eyes and you have a lifelike puppy.

Ming Youyou exclaimed: "How amazing! You are so amazing."

Mrs. Guo asked her, "What do you think about us selling this kind of flower bun?"

She swallowed her saliva hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, it looks so good and tastes delicious too."

Mrs. Guo felt that now was not the time to ask questions, so she decided to let the child eat first.

Sure enough, after having a full meal, Ming Youyou regained her alertness. She asked, "It must be very laborious to make good-looking steamed buns. Is it cost-effective to sell them?"

Mrs. Guo sighed, "There's no other way. If you want to make money, you have to sell something more refined."

In the past, people made food for their own consumption, so the craftsmanship required was not that high and it was enough to fill their stomachs.

But after running a business, I realized that if the food doesn’t taste good or doesn’t look good, why would people spend money to buy it?

"So I invited Granny Ge to teach us. Even if we can't learn all of them, at least knowing one or two will help us make better-looking steamed buns in the future," Mrs. Guo said with a smile.

She took Ming Youyou to see the finished products, pointed at one of the plates and said, "Our original steamed buns cost two cents, but these new ones use a little more flour than before, so how about selling them for three cents?"

"Four cents, right?" Ming Youyou said.

Mrs. Guo hesitated, "Is it too much?"

"Our craftsmanship is worth the price," Ming Youyou advised, "If there are people who think it's too expensive, they won't buy it even if it's three cents. They will only look at the original two cents."

Mrs. Guo thought so too, so she stopped hesitating and picked up the plate to go out.

Ming Youyou called her over and pointed at another plate in the corner and asked, "Aren't those on the side for sale?"

Mrs. Guo said, "These are useless. In order to make them look more delicate, we used less flour. As a result, they turned out to be skinny. I'm afraid they won't sell for a good price."

Ming Youyou picked out a few and put them on the selected plate.

"This...are we selling it for three cents?" Mrs. Guo hesitated.

"Sell it for four cents, too."

Mrs. Guo stared at him, "Will anyone buy it? Isn't it a loss at first glance?"

Ming Youyou chuckled, "Think about it the other way around. Would the people who chose other flower buns feel that they got the upper hand?"

The people who were listening on the side thought about it for a while before they understood. The daughter-in-law of the great-uncle's family slapped her thigh and said, "I understand. If I were the guest, I would definitely choose the biggest and fattest one when seeing all these animals. Isn't this a bargain? It doesn't seem so painful to spend four cents."

Granny Ge touched Ming Youyou's little hand curiously and said, "What's wrong with this child's brain? None of the adults in the room can think as clearly as she does."

Mrs. Guo also said proudly: "Don't look at my niece's young age. She grew up doing business with her family. She has also been to the capital and seen the world."

Ming Youyou felt embarrassed by the praise, so she blushed and left. Before leaving, she took a piece of dough, intending to try to make an animal herself.

The system looked at the shapes she had created and thought they were as horrible as her paintings.

Seeing that the host was a little frustrated, it comforted him: "You can also learn to make flower cakes, maybe that kind is more suitable for you."

"What is flower cake?"

"It means making the flower bun into several layers, and decorating each layer with many patterns. For example, if it's a larger flower cake, you can put all the patterns you just made on it."

The system found the introduction video of the research institute and showed it to her.

After a while, she ran back to the house and said to Granny Ge, "Let's make some flower cakes and try them."

The old lady had never heard of this name, but she had been making pasta all her life, so after she finished her gestures, she immediately knew how to make it. "But, there are a lot of things to add in here, I'm afraid it can't be cheap."