Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 50: Hot

Looking at the zongzi filled with wooden basins and barrels, Song Qiu smiled so contentedly.

Although I was tired all day today, my arms were sore, but the result was quite satisfying.

All the reservations and other zongzi that can be sold have been made. These are all money!How to make people dissatisfied?

I made an agreement with Mrs. Deng that I will wake up in the middle of the night to cook rice dumplings in their stove, and ask Zhang Lihua to help me. We will go to town to sell rice dumplings tomorrow, and Mrs. Yuan will give us today's [-] Wen wages. Old Deng, after eating the leftover pumpkin porridge at noon, the grandfather and grandson went to bed early.

I'm a little busy today, later than when I went to bed the day before yesterday, but I have to cook more rice dumplings, so I will only sleep for an hour and a half. Around the beginning of Haishi (nine o'clock in the evening), Song Qiu will Get up quickly.

I told Zhang Lihua a long time ago, so Zhang Lihua was prepared by herself, and got up around the same time.

Song Qiu lit a fire in the big stove of his own kitchen house and put the rice dumplings under the water, and watched the fire for Mrs. Yuan, then moved a wooden basin of rice dumplings with Zhang Lihua to the Zhang family's kitchen house to light the fire and cook the rice dumplings.

In this way, the two pots are cooked together, so that so many zongzi can be cooked before Yinshi.

While cooking rice dumplings in both pots, Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua gathered in front of the stove to talk, they spoke in a low voice, at this point the rest of the Zhang family were also soundly asleep, not afraid of being overheard.

Song Qiu reckoned how much the zongzi made during the day would be able to sell to Zhang Lihua tomorrow.

"The number of zongzi we ordered is 71 strings of nine-zizi zongzi and 320 big zongzi. Half of the deposit has already been collected. Tomorrow, we will pay the zongzi for the rest of the money. Then we will get a total of 670 big money!"

"There are still 95 big zongzi and 36 skewers of zongzi left. If they are all sold out, you can earn about [-] yuan!"

Zhang Lihua was not good at calculating accounts, but she grinned happily after hearing what Song Qiu said, "Can we get so much money tomorrow? We are really rich!"

Song Qiu also pursed his lips and smiled, "Let's sell it first. After a few days, we won't sell zongzi anymore. Let's settle the final score. Each person can always get at least one tael of money."

"At that time, let's spend [-] big bucks to eat delicious food and sell fun things!" Zhang Lihua waved her hand, very proudly.

Song Qiu watched and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Okay!"

Talking and laughing, the dumplings in the pot were boiling and bubbling.

Song Qiu ran on both sides. After looking at both sides, he estimated that the time was almost up, so he started the pot, and then cooked the second round of big rice dumplings.

There are about [-] big rice dumplings in total. Fortunately, the pot is big, and it takes five pots to cook them if they are squeezed together.

In the third round, one pot cooks the remaining large zongzi, and the other pot starts cooking small zongzi, and one pot can hold thirty or forty skewers.

In this way, when all the zongzi were cooked, it was Yin's time, and there was no delay. Wu Jin had already come outside and waited, and when he saw this, he also helped move the things to the ox cart.

By the time the ox carts started to set off, it was almost half past Yinshi.

Wu Jin didn't dare to procrastinate, he didn't even bother to say a few words all the way, he drove the car seriously, hurried on the road, and when he finally reached the town, it was already daylight.

On Friday, Jin drove the bullock cart directly to the market as usual, and helped move the things to the stall that the old Yuan family had found. Almost as soon as they arrived, there were already many people waiting.

"Why is it so late today, we have been waiting for a long time!"

"I thought you guys weren't coming!"

"..."

And so on, it's the same voice.

Song Qiu hurriedly apologized one by one, saying that there were too many zongzi, and they started cooking last night, so they were busy.

After all, it's too far from the town.

It's not unreasonable for everyone, they were relieved when they saw people coming, but they just waited impatiently for this zongzi, so they said a few more words.

Without further ado, Song Qiu hurriedly took out the rag, and according to the above record, began to call out his name and give Zongzi the remaining money.

Lao Yuanshi and Zhang Lihua were both busy collecting money and counting rice dumplings for the guests. They were too busy.

The three of them were almost too busy, and in front of the stall, apart from those who had made reservations, there were also those who hadn’t made reservations and were also waiting to buy zongzi. It's tongue-in-cheek.

Even those who don't know where they are, can't help but ask a few questions when they enter the market, and when they hear that they sell rice dumplings, they all come over.

In this way, there are more and more people in front of this stall, and there is no shortage at all. Although the people who made reservations got the zongzi and left the line, the people who flocked to watch the excitement quickly filled up.

At this time, more than half of the people recorded on the rag had already progressed, and the people who took turns were paying for the rice dumplings. Seeing that they were almost done, Song Qiu called out the name of the next person.

The person who was called out smiled and squeezed forward, "It's finally here, I've been waiting for a long time, give it to me quickly!"

Zhang Lihua also listened to Song Qiubao's counting of zongzi, and when she saw that someone was looking for her, she quickly counted the zongzi and tied them in a string with a straw rope, and was about to hand them over.

But Song Qiu stopped her, first looked at the smiling human and said, "Are you Wang Sanming?"

"Really? I'm not Wang Sanming, who is! Give it to me quickly, I've been waiting for a long time!" The man said, stretching out his hand and going around to get the zongzi in Zhang Lihua's hand.

Hearing Song Qiu's tone, Zhang Lihua took a step back vigilantly, and the man stretched out his hand, but it was in vain.

Song Qiu looked at this person, but shook his head and said: "No, I remember Wang Sanming the day before yesterday was about thirty years old, with a character the size of a grain of rice on the left side of his nose, and taller, you are not Wang Sanming .”

The onlookers were a little surprised when they heard this. They didn't know Wang Sanming, but they only heard Song Qiu say so, and went to look at the man. They must be in their forties, let alone the left side of the nose. Yes, there is no mole on the whole face.

The man looked calm, looked at Song Qiu and said: "There are so many people who made reservations, girl, can you really remember all of them so clearly? I am Wang Sanming. If you insist that I am not, it is possible that you want to eat the zongzi I reserved ? I ordered [-] big rice dumplings, ten strings of nine rice dumplings!"

The treasurer Mo Da of Wantong Bank who had been waiting beside him was the last one on the rag, and he was waiting. When he saw this situation, he couldn't help but smiled and said, "Little girl, I look at you!" The characters for the peach-hu painting did not make a mistake in the number of zongzi, so why can’t you figure out the person? This person is really not Wang Sanming, are you so sure?”

The other onlookers also looked at Song Qiu curiously, wanting to hear what she had to say, this person called himself Wang Sanming, how could this little girl be sure that he was not Wang Sanming?

With so many people, can she really remember so clearly?
For a time, the crowd was excited.

Seeing this, the old Yuan was afraid that his granddaughter would suffer, so he hurriedly said: "My granddaughter has a good memory since she was a child, and she never forgets people she has met. If she says no, then she must not!"

(End of this chapter)