The Red Mansions

Chapter 5 Steamed Bun
As soon as the Yinshi watch was over, Jia Yun pushed the cart out the door.

There is a steamer on the car, which is full of steamed vegetable buns, and the buns are wrapped in white gauze to keep warm.

Both the small cart and the big steamer were borrowed, and the benefits of the Jia family's large number of people were reflected at this moment.

It is not easy to borrow money, but it is easy to borrow some tools.

The moonlight was dim, and the night wind was blowing, bringing a little coolness.

Although it was only past three o'clock in the morning, it was very early, but there were pedestrians in twos and threes on the street.

Jia Yun looked at these pedestrians and found that there were roughly three types of people, one was officials who needed to go to court, the other was servants of rich families who came out to buy vegetables, and the last was people like him who came out to earn a living.

"Isn't that Jia Qin? Could it be that she didn't return last night?"

After arriving at Ningrong Street, Jia Yun saw a familiar figure on the side of the road, stumbling while walking, muttering a few words from time to time, with an uplifted expression and a downcast expression, occasionally yelling and cursing.

Ningrong Street was brightly lit at night, and the light from the Second Ningrong Mansion was enough to illuminate the entire street.

Therefore, Ningrong Street is also the busiest street nearby, and the lights at night contributed a lot.

Jia Yun didn't go over to say hello to Jia Qin. Drunk people are the worst to mess with, and it's better to have one thing less than one thing more.

Besides, he was still busy with business, so as soon as he arrived at the place, he found the booth that he had booked yesterday afternoon at the steward's side, turned the cart sideways, and started yelling hard.

"Steamed buns, hot steamed buns..."

"Buns, freshly baked big buns..."

"Selling buns, don't miss it when you pass by, take a look, take a look..."

Speaking of which, the location of his booth is not very good, it is a bit remote, and the good position has already been taken by someone, otherwise Jia Yun would not have yelled so hard.

Fortunately, his voice was loud, clear and resonant, and when he made a sound at this time in the early morning, it would resound throughout the street.

There are also two or three steamed stuffed bun shops on this street. Perhaps because they have been in business for a long time, they come here lazily and silently in the morning, so when the passers-by heard Jia Yun's yelling, many people were attracted past.

Jia Yun sells steamed stuffed buns with three kinds of fillings, cabbage, green vegetables and leeks.

The flour and vegetables produced in the space, together with Jia Yun’s cooking skills, make the steamed stuffed buns naturally delicious, soft, fresh and not greasy, shaped like a chrysanthemum, with unique color, fragrance and shape. The business is booming as soon as it opens.

Everyone has a habit of going to lively places.

Steamed stuffed buns cost a penny each, and they are not expensive. Those who set up stalls on the street, those who went out to buy vegetables, and those who passed by after wandering home at night, were all attracted to them.

As long as Jia Yun's steamed stuffed buns are eaten, the appetite will be whetted, and people can't stop them. With his shouting, they quickly become popular.

The wrapping paper for buns is also made of straw and stalks in the space, which can be created with a single thought, and even the wood used for steaming buns was picked up by the original owner before going outside the city.

A bun for a penny, the cost is almost zero.

"This steamed stuffed bun has ingredients. Although it is stuffed with vegetables, the soup inside is full of oil and water. It tastes delicious, very delicious!"

At first, everyone was silent and everyone ate their own food, but suddenly someone said something, which immediately attracted a burst of echo, and people began to squat in twos and threes on the side of the road while eating and chatting.

"Yeah, this bun has a thin skin and big stuffing. The key is that it tastes delicious. I've made a lot of money today."

"The taste is delicious, but it's a pity that there are only vegetable fillings. It would be even better if there are pork and green onions!"

"Hehe, you can be content with it. I haven't seen this vegetable stuffing with oil in it. It's no less oily than pork and scallions."

When you open the steamer, the aroma of steamed buns immediately enters your nose. Looking at the steaming, white and fat steamed buns, it will still "flow juice" when you open one, which is really tempting!
Eating a few buns in the morning is convenient and anti-hunger.

Jia Yun steamed a total of ten steamed steamed buns today, each with eighty steamed buns. He had previously estimated that it would be good if they could be sold out in the morning, but he did not expect that all the steamed buns would be sold out at dawn.

Eight hundred Wen was credited, Jia Yun packed her things, and said with a smile to the customers who hadn’t bought the buns yet:
"Come again tomorrow, I will prepare more tomorrow, and I will ensure that everyone can eat hot steamed buns. I am sorry for everyone, it is the first day of opening, and I don't know the market, so I have prepared less. Forgive everyone ..."

Jia Yun knew many of them. It was almost dawn, and people from Jia's side also went to the street one after another. Even some of Jia's servants came over to buy steamed stuffed buns.

Before Jia Yun left, a servant named Xing'er who claimed to be Jia Lian's servant said with a smile:

"It means that you must prepare more. I know you. You are brother Yun, the son of the fifth sister-in-law in Xilangxia. I went to your house when I went to give family gifts at the beginning of the year. If I come tomorrow, I will buy it. If you don’t get Baozi, I’ll definitely scold you.”

Jia Yun cupped her hands and said, "Hehe, what you said really scared me. Okay, even if you don't come tomorrow, I will keep a cage and wait for you to buy it."

"Haha, it's interesting enough, just have your words!" Xing'er laughed loudly.

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Jia Yun pushed the trolley to the steward and paid a month's booth fee, a total of [-] Wen.

After that, he was not in a hurry to go home, but went to buy a few sacks and a few wine jars first.

When she came to the carrying place, Jia Yun packed [-] catties of flour and [-] catties of rice in sacks, a jar of soybean oil in a wine jar, and put a few handfuls of vegetables on the cart, ready to take them home. eat.

"Life is getting better and better!" Jia Yun pushed the cart back, flattered, with a warm smile on her face.

Yesterday afternoon, Bu's illness was also cured, and he could go to the farm today, and he could make money selling buns now, and if he steamed more buns tomorrow, he should be able to sell them out after steaming fifteen baskets.

In this way, there is an income of 1000 taels of silver a day, which can be exchanged for one tael of silver, and an income of 30 taels of silver a month.

In the capital, 20% of the common people's annual income is less than [-] taels. That is to say, Jia Yun has now jumped into the high-income group by selling steamed buns.

Of course, it is incomparable with those landlords, gentry, nobles and wealthy households, after all, they are not on the same level.

But Jia Yun is not greedy. Now the money he earns is practical, and no one knows how much he earns, so it is not enviable. Others think that he is busy from morning to night, just to make a living. That's all.

Now he is still a grassroots person, making a fortune silently is the kingly way, and he can't cause trouble, and he can't force himself to stand out. As long as others don't take the initiative to provoke him, he will be happy to live a comfortable and leisurely life.

"The steamed stuffed buns will be sold for about a month. After I have saved up, I will buy some livestock to raise in the space. Then I can prepare stewed buns and buy a servant to help guard the stall."

"However, I have to take my servants to run the business for a few days. After the business is on the right track, I can free up my hands and concentrate on studying and practicing martial arts."

Jia Yun has a clear understanding of future plans.

Earning money to support the family first is a short-term goal, and then finding ways to gain fame is a long-term goal.

If you want to achieve these goals, you must move forward step by step.

After all, in this world, except for his mother Bu Shi, no one can really help him wholeheartedly, so no matter what you do, you have to plan it yourself and know what you know.

After returning home, Mrs. Bu really woke up, and her spirits improved a lot.

Mrs. Bu was washing the quilt in front of the well. When she saw Jia Yun coming back, she said worriedly, "You're back? Have you sold all the steamed stuffed buns you've made?"

Jia Yun pushed the cart under the eaves and put it away, turned her head and said with a smile: "All of them are sold, there is not one left, but the money from selling buns is used up again, so I bought some rice and flour and so on."

Bu's personality is honest and kind. She was relieved to hear Jia Yun say that all the steamed buns had been sold. As for buying things with the money she earned, she didn't say much.

She knew her son was filial and sensible, knowing what to do and what not to do.

Furthermore, she also knew that her own knowledge was not necessarily wider than that of her son who was always running around outside. As long as her son did not commit any crimes, she would not discipline him too harshly.

Seeing that Jia Yun came back with several large bags of grain and vegetables, Mrs. Bu was very happy. She smiled and said, "My son has finally achieved success. He has learned how to support a family. Being a mother will be much easier from now on."

(End of this chapter)