Chapter Twenty-Five: Sweet Sausage Buns

  It won't be long before brother comes home from school, Qiu Ye had already talked to her brother last night and asked him to come back home right after school today, she even wants her brother to send her.

  Qiu Feng is a very trustworthy kid, once he promised something, he will definitely work hard to achieve it. So today, although some classmates asked him to play truant after school, he didn't agree, because he knew his sister was still at home waiting for him.

  Qiu Ye and her brother carried a big basin of boiled dumplings downstairs, just in time to see Auntie Xiang from the fifth floor of their building sunbathing downstairs. Seeing the siblings carrying a large basin, she asked: "Qiu Ye, what are you doing? What delicious food have you got there? Let me take a look."

  Qiu Ye was extremely annoyed with this old lady, in the whole building, it's just her family upstairs who loves to gossip and spread rumors about others, whatever happens if she spreads it, there will be several versions of it, in short, she is a nosy parker, yeah, a nosy parker who likes to take advantage of others.

  Qiu Feng also couldn't stand this old lady, his son was not a good thing either, in school he always relied on his size to bully people everywhere, one time he bullied the wrong person and got beaten up by Qiu Feng who was several years older than him, as a result, Xiang Jiabao was crying and screaming, although Qiu Feng also got beaten up badly, but he still won in the end.

  Who knew that this Jia Bao was not a trifling matter, and when he got home, he told his mother about it, saying that he had hit him. This old witch didn't even care about losing face, and she brought her son to their home in a huff, with the final result being that his mom apologized to them, and his dad gave himself a good scolding. This is what parents do most often these days, of course when his dad was hitting him, it was all just for show, without any real force behind it. Luckily he was clever, and after a round of wailing and crying, the old witch finally left satisfied. From then on, whenever he saw Jia Bao, he would clench his fists in intimidation, and when he saw the old witch, he would turn his head away, pretending not to see her. His sister was still okay, she hadn't suffered at his hands yet, so he still spoke to her.

  Qiu Ye didn't want to bother with her either, but she had to know that the other person was a senior and couldn't be ignored, or else tomorrow the whole school would know that Old Qiu's family had an impolite old girl.

  "Item Dàniáng, I didn't bring anything good, just boiled dumplings. Come on, Item Dàniáng, try some, don't be polite." Qiu Ye deliberately tilted the bowl towards the old lady, letting her see the boiled dumplings inside.

  This old lady was really impolite, she went up and took a bun, bit into it, then spat it out onto the ground with a few "ptui" sounds.

  "Oh dear, I thought it was something good, but this broken thing is too hard to eat, I don't want it, taking it back would be a waste." The old lady said with some disdain.

  Qiu Ye knew that this was intentional, the pill itself didn't taste very good, but it wasn't so bad that she had to spit it out, this was the old lady intentionally causing trouble.

  Qiu Ye didn't care whether she liked it or not, anyway let her see and taste it, if she herself didn't want it then it had nothing to do with her.

  Qiu Ye didn't want to say anything more to her mother-in-law either, so she said: "Item Da Niang, you just sit for a while, we'll go first." After finishing speaking, she quickly walked away with her brother.

  Qiu Ye had one thing that was very firm, and that was not allowing anyone to affect his own money-making career.

  Today, Qiu Ye brought all the remaining water-boiled dumplings from home, totaling 200 pieces. They couldn't even fit in one basin. Qiu's mother was just at home and found it quite strange that every day she sent them out, but the number of dumplings she took away actually increased each time.

  "Girl, why are you still carrying so many dumplings in the afternoon? If they can't be sold, won't they all go to waste?" Qiu Ma asked Qiu Ye as they were about to leave, looking at a basin that was not enough, and the girl was holding another basin of dumplings, saying with some puzzlement and concern.

  "It's okay, if it can't be sold out, just give it away. It won't be left over anyway." Qiu Ye couldn't tell her mom that she spent 70 cents herself today, it was too distressing, so she thought of making it back in the afternoon.

  Qiu's mother opened her mouth to scold this good-for-nothing daughter a couple of times, but then thought of something and didn't say anything in the end.

  Qiu Ye and her brother arrived at the entrance of the teachers' university, set up their stall, and in front of a small bench, they even wrote "Qiu's Marbles" on a piece of paper. This was Qiu Ye's sudden idea - selling things needed a sign, so she asked her brother to write it just before they left. Her brother's handwriting was very ugly, like Old Zhang's crawling script, but Qiu Ye had no choice. Although she could write, she hadn't started school yet, and if she wrote it herself, she would scare off a lot of people. That wouldn't be a genius problem anymore; it would have escalated to being a freak, possibly even needing to be eliminated. So, she'd better behave.

  "Take a look, take a look, Sichuan Wontons, spicy and sweet. Sauce-flavored wontons, delicate texture, sauce fragrance hits the nose."

  This afternoon, the fragrant glutinous rice balls were still selling well. That pockmarked sister didn't wait until tomorrow and came in the afternoon. Qiu Ye also kept her promise and gave her a fragrant glutinous rice ball to eat, which made Pockmarked Sister smell so good. It wasn't until later that Pockmarked Sister said she was from Northeast China and had a special fondness for this strong sauce flavor.

  Qiu Ye only then remembered that among the several thousand students at Normal University, at least 80 or 90 percent were from Northeast China. They should be able to accept this strong flavor, which means her fragrant meatballs should have a relatively good market.

  It turned out that Qiu Ye had expected it, and in the afternoon, Wanzi was sold very well due to the promotion by Pockmark Sister, plus the savory flavor of the sauce wafting through the streets. When students got off school, many people gathered here. Qiu Feng saw his sister busy brushing sauce, dipping seasonings, and collecting money, so he took the initiative to help his sister brush sauce for Wanzi, letting her just focus on collecting money.

  Actually, Qiu Ye herself could have managed on her own, but seeing her brother so proactively helping out made her very happy. This way, it also trained her brother's abilities, and she didn't stop him.

  The last 200 glutinous rice balls were all sold out. Qiu Ye thought that the 3 yuan and 20 cents in her pocket was a pretty good deal, and if she could sell them like this every time, she wouldn't need many years to become a millionaire. Of course, her brother had some ulterior motives - when no one was buying, he would also give himself a rice ball, toss it into his mouth and eat it, Qiu Ye just turned a blind eye, considering it as payment for her brother's labor.

  After going home, Qiu Ye put away the money she earned today together with the remaining 0.3 yuan from buying oil this morning, a total of 6.3 yuan.

  When Qiu Ye took out the money he had hidden away, he saw his mother and father whispering to each other, not knowing what they were saying.

  She secretly listened to the wall corner for a while, and only then did she know that her mother was saying that today's tofu sales were not good, so she sold one block and didn't want to go tomorrow. Her father comforted her mother and analyzed the reasons why the tofu didn't sell out today. It wasn't that nobody wanted to buy tofu, but rather that everyone didn't have a container to hold the tofu, as there were no plastic bags or fresh-keeping bags available. Everyone went to the market to buy vegetables with those baskets. Her father said that if they persisted for a few days, everyone would know that someone was selling tofu at the market, and when people wanted to buy tofu, they would bring their own containers. By then, the tofu at home wouldn't be worried about not being sold out. Moreover, her father also said that today's leftover tofu had all been frozen in the cold storage, so tomorrow they could sell frozen tofu. Frozen tofu was easier to carry than water tofu, and it could be carried back with a basket, so when her father took the frozen tofu to the market at noon tomorrow, there would definitely be people buying. Her mother listened and also felt that what her father said was right. At home, since her father's educational level was higher than her mother's, he basically made all major decisions, and her mother trusted him very much.

  Qiu Ye nodded on the side, thinking that her father's brain was still very active. How come she didn't discover this in her past life? In this life, if her father continued to develop like this, she wouldn't worry about not becoming a rich second-generation.

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