Rebirth of a Village Girl

Although Zhu Yonghong grabbed a lot of diners, the five small tables at Ni Yan's side were never empty.

After all, quality is behind it.

But Zhu Yonghong still influenced Ni Yan. He sold out all the noodles at about ten o'clock yesterday, and they continued to sell them until after eleven o'clock today.

Zhu Yonghong, on the other hand, closed the stall early.

Before leaving, he snorted coldly in front of Ni Yan.

But this time Ni Yan didn't pay attention to her, but concentrated on burning the noodles, as if he didn't see her.

Business is important.

How could she have so much time to fuss with someone who didn't matter.

Moreover, she did a rough calculation and found that Zhu Yonghong sold more than a thousand steamed buns this morning.

The current price of meat in Beijing is two yuan and eighty pounds.

Including ingredients, one pound of meat can make about 70-80 meat buns.

Excluding the price of flour and handwork, the cost of each bun is about 4 cents.

Under normal circumstances, you can only buy two meat buns for one cent, and it would take more than 35 yuan to sell a thousand buns to make a profit.

But now based on the price of six for 10 cents, these 1,000 buns can only be sold for about 15 yuan.

In other words, Zhu Yonghong lost more than 20 yuan this morning...

The reason why Zhu Yonghong can still laugh now is because he hasn't settled the accounts yet and doesn't know how much he has lost.

I guess I won’t be able to laugh anymore when I get home.

"Ni Yan." As soon as Ni Yan placed the tables and chairs, a gentle male voice appeared above his head.

"Huh?" Ni Yan raised his eyes in confusion.

The speaker was none other than Liu Wei, the sunny boy.

"Is something wrong?" Ni Yan asked politely.

Ni Yan was standing against the light, with walking crowds and tall and dense sycamore trees behind her. The dazzling sunlight poured down from the leaves, shining right on her jade-like face.

Liu Wei felt that his heart was about to jump out. He tried hard to control his abnormal emotions and continued:

"Ni Yan, I heard... you no longer study?"

"Yeah." Ni Yan nodded, "Yes."

Liu Wei didn't expect that she would admit this so frankly, and then said: "Then what are you going to do in the future? You can't be a self-employed person for the rest of your life, right? Have you ever thought about changing careers to do other things?"

Self-employment is the most unpromising industry.

At this time, there was a popular saying: "If a young girl wants to experience life and practice speaking, she should quickly find a self-employed person to marry."

One can imagine how low the status of the self-employed was at that time.

Ni Yan shook his head, "I haven't thought about changing my career for the time being. In fact, being self-employed is pretty good. I don't steal or rob."

"That's not what I meant." Liu Wei continued: "I think you, a girl, should read more. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, maybe I can help you, self-employed... …After all, it’s not a long-term industry, and you still have a long way to go in life.”

It will be difficult for a girl to find a good husband in the future if she is always in public and illiterate.

Even if Ni Yan is beautiful, I believe that few college students will marry an illiterate.

He also said this for Ni Yan's benefit.

If Liu Wei knew that today's self-employed people would become the first batch of moneymakers, he would definitely regret what he said today.

As much as people today look down on the self-employed, people later envied the first batch of self-employed people.

Ni Yan smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your suggestion, I will seriously consider it." In fact, even if Liu Wei didn't say it, Ni Yan would not give up his studies.

It's just that the time is not yet ripe, and she has not yet established a firm foothold in the capital.

In her previous life, she was a top student at 211 University.

Naturally, this life can't be too bad.

Liu Wei scratched his head and said with a smile: "You're welcome. If you encounter any difficulties, you can tell me."

Ni Yan smiled politely: "Thank you, I will."

**

In a courtyard in the capital.

Zhu Yonghong walked in from the outside pushing an old bicycle with a cheerful face.

"Honghong is back, how is business today?" Sun Chunxiang immediately greeted her.

She felt a little unwell today, so she didn't go out to the stall with her daughter.

Zhu Yonghong parked his bicycle and said with a smile: "Mom, I sold out all the buns today."

Hearing this, Sun Chunxiang said in surprise: "Honghong, are you kidding me?" After saying that, Sun Chunxiang asked again: "Didn't the noodle seller come here this morning?"

"Mom, what are you talking about!" Zhu Yonghong hugged Sun Chunxiang's arm and said coquettishly: "Am I worse than that wandering kid from the country in your eyes?"

Sun Chunxiang patted Zhu Yonghong's hand, "Mom, that's not what you meant. So, did you really sell out those more than 1,300 buns?"

"Of course it's true!" Zhu Yonghong puffed out his chest, "You don't even know who your daughter is!"

Hearing this, the smile on Sun Chunxiang's face became more and more kind, "Then, can my daughter not be awesome?"

Zhu Yonghong hugged Sun Chunxiang's arm and continued: "Mom, didn't you see how green that little bitch Ni Yan's face turned at that time! Haha, I was laughing so hard!"

Just thinking that he had successfully snatched away most of the diners from Ni Yan's place this morning, Zhu Yonghong felt very happy.

Sun Chunxiang couldn't stop smiling, and then she stretched out her hand towards Zhu Yonghong, "Where's the money? Let mom see."

The bun business has not been this good for a long time.

Zhu Yonghong took out a handful of loose money from his bag and said, "Here, it's all here."

Sun Chunxiang took the money and stood there, counting with a smile on her face. But gradually, her smile solidified.

Could it be that I counted it wrong?

Sun Chunxiang counted it over and over again, but no matter how she counted, it was only 15 yuan and 70 cents.

These 1,100 steamed buns cost thirty-seven yuan and eight yuan anyway. How could they be so much less?

"Honghong, do you still have money?" Sun Chunxiang's face looked a little ugly.

Could it be that my daughter secretly embezzled the money from selling buns?

"That's all," Zhu Yonghong frowned slightly, "I gave them all to you."

Sun Chunxiang's face darkened instantly, "There are more than 1,100 steamed buns in total, and they only cost 15 yuan and 70 cents. Is there more than 20 yuan left? Did you eat them?"

She also has a son who is in college and needs about fifty yuan for living expenses every month. All the money she earns every month is provided for her son. Seeing that her son's living expenses have not been paid this month, Sun Chunxiang is of course anxious!

"Don't be anxious, just listen to me." Zhu Yonghong told Sun Chunxiang exactly what happened this morning.

After hearing this, Sun Chunxiang immediately became angry. She threw all the change in her hand into Zhu Yonghong's face, "You prodigal! Trash! The buns that I worked so hard for and didn't sleep all night, are just like this." You ruined it! Go get my money back now! If you don’t come back, you don’t have to come back!”

That’s more than twenty yuan! It’s enough for my son’s living expenses for half a month!

All my hard work these past ten days has been in vain!

Sun Chunxiang was also someone who had not read a book for a few days. She became so anxious that she could say anything.

"Mom! How can you say that to me!" Zhu Yonghong cried aggrievedly, "I am not doing it for the sake of our family's business. You don't even know how many people came here to buy buns this morning."

Silently asking, is there any cutie reading the article?

Why does the author always feel like he is on a single machine?

嘤嘤嘤......

Standing alone is really lonely, empty and cold...