cannon fodder love

Chapter 142 The Dream of Dwelling 4
Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and the loan was approved. The next thing was to find a location and see if it was a good location.

Doing business pays attention to the right time, place and people, and these three things are indispensable.

An Yanbing secretly observed it for a few days, and felt that the middle of North Street was the best place. There was already a vegetable market there, and it was the place where people came and went. In addition, there was a small clock tower next to the vegetable market.

The market plus scenic spots, so there are always people coming and going on North Street, and there are even more people on the days when there are fairs.

Once the place is selected, the problem arises again, that is, there are no vacant houses for rent in good places.

An Yanbing frowned, looking at a small shop in front of her, she rolled her eyes and had an idea in her mind.

"Zhiyue, I'll go in later, you use illusion to make the other party think I'm an adult, this time I'll talk to the other party in person." An Yanbing's eyes flashed with calculation.

"Okay, sister." Zhiyue nodded, it can't transform yet, if it can, it won't let her take risks.

The owner of the store is a young man. There is no business in the store at this time, and he is sitting there lazily and dozing off.

"Boss!" An Yanbing knocked on the table to wake up the man.

"What do you want to buy, girl?" The man opened his eyes, and when he saw a customer coming to the door, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"I'm not shopping. I'm here to discuss a business with you. Can I sit down?" An Yanbing looked at the man sincerely.

"What business do you want to talk about, Miss?" The man looked at An Yanbing a few times, with a hint of interest.

"That's it..." An Yanbing sat down, finished her calculations, and handed the man a document that had already been typed.

"Miss, can you guarantee that the business will boom after the supermarket opens?" The man looked carefully at the information in his hand, still a little worried.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll pay the compensation. If I promise you, I will pay you every month..." An Yanbing said with a smile.

"Let me think about it, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow." The man was tempted, but still worried.

"No rush, I'll come back tomorrow."

An Yanbing walked out, smiled and went to eat at the street stall.

"Sister, do you think he will agree?" Zhiyue asked worriedly.

"He doesn't need to invest anything, yet he earns more money than before. A fool would give up such a good opportunity." An Yanbing rolled her eyes.

When I got home, my mother and sister still hadn't come back. They looked at my younger brother, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Only the younger sister, holding a bunch of leaves in her hand, looked at her with sad eyes: "Third sister lied to me, wearing leaves alone is not fun at all, if you don't play with me, you must have slipped into the street again. When mom comes back, I'll tell her."

Many rural children know the game of threading leaves, that is, use a needle or a thin wire to pull a long thread, and thread the leaves one by one on the thread where there are fallen leaves, so that children can kill time. , and the fallen leaves can be taken home as firewood.

"Yanran, don't tell mom, I'll give you candy and chicken legs." An Yanbing took out some delicious food like a magic trick.

When the younger sister saw the delicious food, her eyes lit up, and a smile immediately appeared on her face. She snatched the things from An Yanbing's hand, and said with a smile: "As long as the third sister gives me delicious food, I won't tell my mother that you went to the street." thing."

An Yanbing smiled, her sister is only four years old, she has a lot of ways to coax a child.

"Yanran, you are already four years old, how about I teach you how to read?" Looking at her cute little sister, An Yanbing said with a smile.If it is put now, a four-year-old child will go to kindergarten in the morning.But at that time, the conditions of every family were not good, and the children did not go to school until they were seven or eight years old.

"Learn words? Okay, but our family doesn't have extra paper and pens." An Yanran clapped her little hands and said excitedly.

"There is land in front of our house, I will use branches to write on the ground to teach you."

When the two came to the door, An Yanbing broke a branch and handed it to her sister, and she also took one in her hand.

"The character An is our surname." An Yanbing pointed to the written word.

"Yan Bing is teaching my sister to read, she is really sensible." The aunt next door said with a smile as she passed by.

"Hello, Aunt Li!" An Yanbing raised her head to greet her.

"Okay, you continue." The woman left with a smile.

"Third Sister, I've written down this word, you can teach me how to write my name again." An Yanran wrote down the word "An" a dozen times before writing it down.

"Yanran is so smart, okay, I'll help you write your name again." An Yanbing smiled and continued writing.

"Third sister, why haven't our mother and sister come back? I'm hungry." About an hour later, An Yanran threw a branch, touched her growling stomach, and pouted again.

"Okay, I'll cook." An Yanbing stood up, thinking that even if her mother came back, she would have to work hard to cook.

"Can Third Sister know how to cook?" An Yanran looked at her suspiciously.

"Let me try." An Yanbing didn't dare to say that she would, so she could only say in an ambiguous voice.

Walking into the kitchen, An Yanbing added water to the pot. At that time, all cooking pots were used in rural areas. There were no gas stoves or induction cookers. What was burned was waste wood. There were branches, wheat stalks, and carbon.

Soft wood is usually used to cook porridge, that is, straw and leaves.

If you've never eaten pork, you've seen pigs run away. An Yanbing helped her mother set fire.

She stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove, took the fire purple and lit it.

This is the first time she has started a fire to cook since she came to this house. The stove is very high, and it is a bit difficult for her to put rice into the pot.When she was alive, she often helped her mother cook, but at that time, she didn't need to burn firewood, and all of them used modern stoves, so cooking was very easy.

After about 30 minutes, the porridge was ready, and An Yanbing put the cold buns into the pot to heat up.

"The rice is ready, what to cook?" An Yanbing looked at the dishes piled up beside the chopping board, worried.

"Third sister, I want to eat eggs." An Yanran, who had been watching the excitement, yelled.

"Eggs? By the way, let me scramble zucchini with eggs." This one is easy, convenient and fast.

An Yanbing picked up a zucchini, washed it, and began to cut it with a knife.

"Third sister, be careful." An Yanran stood by, staring at her without blinking, for fear that she would cut her hand.

"Then you come." An Yanbing put down the knife and joked.

"I won't, you should do it." An Yanran shook her head.

"Bring me three eggs and beat them in a bowl, hurry up." An Yanbing ordered, and An Yanran knew the Arabic numerals.

After her sister finished cracking the eggs, An Yanbing also cut the zucchini.

Stirred the eggs with chopsticks, An Yanbing lit another pot with firewood.

This pot was used by her mother to cook vegetables on weekdays. At this time, An Yanbing was only seven years old, and her height was not much higher than the stove, so it was a bit laborious for her to cook.

Although it took a lot of effort, it was still fried. An Yanran wanted to eat eggs, so An Yanbing took a piece from the dish and put it on the table in another bowl.

The two had just walked out of the kitchen when their mother and sister came back.

"Look at your dirty faces, what are you doing?" The mother said angrily, thinking that the two daughters were messing around at home.

"Mom, the third sister has cooked, and I helped her too." The fast-talking An Yanran hurriedly expressed her gratitude.

"Cooking?" My mother hurried into the kitchen, looked at the food, and felt relieved.

"Bing'er, I didn't expect you to know how to cook, when did you learn it?" Mother asked curiously while eating the meal An Yanbing had prepared.

"I've watched you cook since I was a child, so I know how to cook." An Yanbing said with a guilty conscience.

(End of this chapter)