Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Peach mille-feuille, peach cake, taro paste mille-feuille, taro paste cake, green plum, red bean paste, but everything that is prepared in the kitchen, Master Yang has poured it out. Looking at the size of those that have been consumed, you can see which one Classy ones are more delicious.

"Is there any more cream?" After tasting a round, she pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of each pastry. She wanted to teach Swiss rolls, tiger skin cakes, puffs, cookies and cheesecakes directly.

"Yes, there are many." No one is ambiguous about the development of new products.

Ding Xuewei looked at how much Master Yang had, and then asked someone to fetch pens and ink, and wrote down the formula he tested yesterday, and then directed Master Yang to operate it.

Shopkeeper Wu knew that she was worried about Aunt Zhang Qi, so he asked Wu Erlang to help at about the same time. When Ding Xuewei remembered that he still had tasks, it was almost dark.

"Erlang went to help, and he sent someone back just now. The carriage is waiting outside. If you want to leave, you can leave immediately after eating." Seeing her frowning after looking up at the sky, shopkeeper Wu immediately spoke.

It's getting late, and all the things that need to be done are almost done, Ding Xuewei naturally has no need to delay, boards the carriage, and returns to the garden after a cup of tea.

For dinner, she ate so many leftovers, how could she eat dinner!

"Xuewei, come here."

Everyone in the village is eating.

"I've eaten." Ding Xuewei said so, and then looked at the veranda not far away, where the cauldron was steaming: "How long will this batch take?"

"It's not long since the pot was cooked, and it will take about an hour." Qiao's daughter-in-law didn't care much: "We have adjusted the shift, you go to bed first."

Yesterday, none of them should have slept well, and today they are so busy, the dark circles under their eyes are hard to see, but fatigue can't break down their mental strength.

"Is it settled?" Ding Xuewei asked with her gaze back.

"Ah!" Qiao's daughter-in-law just remembered: "Forget it, I sold a total of 39 taels today, and used 26 catties of sugar."

Excluding sugar money, there are 26 taels!

People in the village have never doubted Ding Xuewei's words, even when it was said that popsicles can only be sold for [-] yuan at most, no one has questioned them, unlike Li Shi and others, who were originally very interested when they heard the small profits but quick sales. All kinds of dissatisfaction and instigation after the word.

However, this is divided according to family, and the family's silver is less than half a tael, but they feel hot!
"Don't think too much, the purified saltpeter is more useful. Let's use it a few more times, and it will be considered as a favor to Uncle Wu and the others."

"That's not what you said." Qiao's daughter-in-law immediately retorted.

Everyone didn't agree with her point of view. Although no one talked too much, they all had the same meaning in their eyes.

"What should be said, I've said it before, if you feel embarrassed, just add more saltpeter later." Ding Xuewei knew that talking too much was useless, and let them adjust their mood.

No matter what I say, Bazhenlou doesn't like this business. The village people did it, but shopkeeper Wu and the others were happy. After making money, everyone felt sorry for Bazhenlou. , and can't earn a few days of money, Bazhenlou is indeed qualified to look down on it, but when it comes to making money from other people's things, I still feel bad!
"That's the only way!" Qiao's daughter-in-law murmured.

Whether people want it or not, they must give it.

"I've got everything going well today, and tomorrow you can just take care of yourself if you have anything to do."

"Minger~" Ding Xuewei wanted to say that she had nothing to do, but when she thought of the old lady, she suddenly became concerned: "I will leave the matter of tomorrow to everyone."

How the villagers rested, the housekeeper in the garden arranged it early in the morning. Before everyone in the village realized it, a cart of bedding was brought in.

And the ones left are all women, so don't worry about how many. Although there are a lot of people, there is no problem of not being able to live.

"Then I'll go to rest first."

Although Xia and Zhang's family stayed in the village, Ding Xuewei lived at Aunt Zhang Qi's house. They lived in the wooden house, and she didn't let anyone serve her. She was not used to even having bath water ready all of a sudden.

Of course, not being used to it does not affect her enjoyment.

After Ding Xuewei washed up and dried her hair with a brazier, she inserted the door and turned into the space. After going back and forth more than a dozen times, she transferred to the cafeteria. Two bags of pepper, two bags of mung beans, two bags of red beans, two bags of soybeans, two bags of Bags of millet, two bags of tartary buckwheat, two bags of peanuts, two bags of rock sugar, some panax notoginseng, ginseng, some red wine, white wine, and tea. After making a list and introducing them, I was thinking about the unit price and calculating the account before I fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, the business of selling popsicles in the village was in full swing, and Ding Xuewei rented a small courtyard in disguise.

For things like leasing, one should go to the government office to sign a contract, but Ding Xuewei made up an excuse to come to the city to see if school is open, find an excuse to leave after looking for the teacher, and cheated the landlord's old lady by giving a few extra copper coins With compassion, short rent for three days.

The reason why this small courtyard will be decided is that the owner of this small courtyard is gone, and the courtyard is inherited by the natal brother of the original owner of the small courtyard, and her brother lives in the north of the city, even if someone sees the carriage and horses removed from this small courtyard , It takes some time to call people over!
Ding Xuewei knew about this yard a long time ago, so she didn't wander around the city, so she went directly to the north of the city to find someone. The neighbors from the left and right came to help count the items in each house.

"You know everything, baby!" the aunt next door said with emotion.

Ding Xuewei made a helpless look: "I have been going to the city for a long time to check the news since last year, and I have experienced a lot!"

Letting a child of a few years old enter the city, he didn't know whether to call his parents bold or intentional. Obviously, seeing him as a child, many people had evil thoughts.

"You've found the right person this time. Aunt Wang is a very good person."

"I have inquired about it before, so this time I can go directly to the door." Ding Xue giggled shyly.

The neighbor's mother-in-law didn't care.

Those who have suffered a few times and don't know how to find a way can only be fools, fools, but they can't go to a government school!
"Have you been to the government school?" the aunt asked suddenly, a little curious about when the school would start.

Ding Xuewei didn't want to chat with them any longer, so she quickly put on an anxious look: "Not yet, I have to go quickly."

She had something to do, and these aunts were all nice, so they didn't stop her. Ding Xuewei soon appeared in front of the pawnshop where the soup pot was sold last time.

Seeing her enter the door, let alone the middle-aged man, even the old man looked inconceivable.

"I have some goods, I wonder if the old man dares to accept them?"

"Uh!"

Such blunt words scare people.

Ding Xue raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Don't worry, it's all reasonable and legal, and I will definitely not let you go into a lawsuit and attract people's attention."

The old shopkeeper didn't know what kind of mentality he had towards her. After staring straight at her for a moment with those shrewd eyes, he asked in a patiently excited mood, "What are they?"

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