As the sound of the house gradually stopped, the night was thick. I don’t know how long it took, but the sky turned the belly of fish. After the sound of chickens and dogs barking, the voices were mixed, and the village “wake up”.

It’s been a good time recently, and it’s a good season for sowing. Every household is busy doing farm work. Lin Qiao’s family is no exception. They got up early and went to the field to work in growing vegetables.

Song Rong and Song Qinshi have been used to farming work all their lives and are very skilled in growing vegetables. They dig holes and throw ashes. Song Tingfan poured manure behind them, but Lin Qiao couldn't get it, so she pinched the seedlings and went back to cook later.

Two or three minutes later, several people took their lives and went home.

Breakfast is simple, and you will eat the leftovers from last night.

After eating, Lin Qiao began to make cakes, and Song Tingfan helped stir the egg whites. After a while, the flour and sugar were added.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Qiao put the chopped dried dates in, stirred them evenly, put them in a steamer, and then burned them on a high heat.

The fragrance gradually spreads into the kitchen and gradually floats out of the kitchen.

When steaming the cake, Lin Qiao was not idle either and started cooking cold dishes. She cooked some of the dishes, including pork belly and large intestine. Song Tingfan cleaned it up last night.

It takes an hour to make it. After she finished all these things, she put them in the basket in a sorted manner. The cake was easily deformed, so she placed it on the top.

She twisted her neck and looked at the sensible boy washing the pot, "Uncle, do you want to eat a piece?"

"I'm full." Song Tingfan shook his head. A small piece of cake can be sold for five cents, so he has to keep it for sale.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao didn't say anything. She had eaten a lot during this period and probably got tired of it. "Uncle, we have to leave. If we are late, we won't be able to catch up in the morning."

"Okay." Song Tingfan made a little quicker move.

Soon, the two of them carried a basket to the entrance of the village to make donkey carts. Recently, Lin Qiao was selling things in the town. The villagers were a little jealous and wanted to get close to learning to make cakes.

As soon as they got on the donkey cart, many people looked at their backs, but they were covered by cloth and could not see anything.

Old man Zhou, who was driving a donkey cart in front, said, "Sister-in-law Tingfan, I want two eggs... Oh, cake, keep it for me, grandson clamored for me to buy it for him."

"Okay." Lin Qiao thought about the fear that she would forget it later, so she lifted the cloth, wrapped two pieces of paper, and handed them to Old Man Zhou.

Old man Zhou took it with one hand, carefully placed it beside him, and finally took out a straw hat to cover it, and smiled and said, "I will give you money when I get to town later."

"No hurry, I haven't paid for my grandfather's car yet." Lin Qiao said with a smile.

At this time, a woman wanted to take advantage of her fellow villagers. "Tingfan's wife, please less, let's share the burden. If you sell less, you won't be tired."

The people in the village have eaten cakes made by Widow Song openly and secretly. This thing is so strange, soft and sweet.

It's so expensive that it bites people.

Five cereals and a small piece, and you will lose it after taking two or three bites.

It was obvious that he wanted to take advantage of the situation and spoke loudly. Lin Qiao rolled her eyes in her heart and felt a little embarrassed, "Aunt, the price of eggs has increased recently, and I... can't sell them."

"Auntie, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't sell it to you, it's because I really can't sell it."

She paused for a moment, as if she was afraid of offending them, "I'll take one piece and you can eat it together." She said that, and hurriedly took one piece and handed it to them.

She was so generous that the group of people were embarrassed to pick her cake, and no one could bear to eat it for nothing.

The man next to the woman who was talking just now was a little embarrassed and scolded his wife, "It's just a few cents, what's the point?"

Then he looked at Lin Qiao and said, "Tingfan's wife, I'll buy two yuan." As he said that, he took out a string of copper coins from his arms, counted tens of money and handed them over.

Before Lin Qiao could say anything, Song Tingfan took it and put it in his pocket.

Look, the villain is so clever.

Lin Qiao looked like a blaming look, "Uncle, how can I collect the uncle's money and return it to others soon."

"It's time to give it, please keep it." The man waved his hand quickly.

Old man Zhou in front of him smiled and helped his uncle and sister-in-law to help him relieve the situation, "You have to collect it when it is time to collect it. You just rely on this to make a living."

Lin Qiao had no choice but to accept it apologetically, then wrapped two pieces of cake and handed it to the man.

After that, no one asked to buy cakes along the way.

Thinking it was troublesome to occupy the stall, Lin Qiao rented a small place next to a noodle stall and handed over five coins every day.

It’s 150 cents a month, which is a bit expensive, but it’s still within the scope of affordability. Moreover, there are many people eating noodles at noodle stalls, which makes it easy to sell cold dishes.

The two of them arrived next to the noodle stall. Song Tingfan went to the noodle stall and took the table, put it on the stall, then spread a layer of cloth on it, and put out the things one by one.

The uncle at the noodle stall greeted them with a smile while cooking noodles, "Here you come, what cold dishes are there today?"

"There are fat intestines, pork belly, and green vegetables."

Song Tingfan was afraid that he was not sure, so he took the basin to him and said, "Uncle Li, do you want to weigh it?"

Uncle Li smiled, "Tingfan brought me the basin, can I not weigh it? I weigh half a pound of fat intestines and pork belly, and half a pound of cold dishes. Don't put it spicy."

What came to his mind, "Let your sister-in-law stir."

Song Tingfan nodded embarrassedly. He wanted to help his sister-in-law share some things, so he learned to mix cold dishes with her sister-in-law, but the result was different.

Lin Qiao, who was beside her, smiled, then took a wooden basin and a spoon to start seasoning. Song Tingfan weighed the pounds and poured them into the basin.

The fragrance attracted the attention of people who ate noodles, some of whom had eaten cold dishes, "My little lady, we need half a pound of fat intestines and add spicy food."

"We want half a pound of cold dishes here."

As soon as he set up the stall, he started to get busy. Lin Qiao was only concerned about mixing seasonings, and Song Tingfan helped deliver vegetables and cashiers.

It's much easier than when I was alone.

Well, it turns out that men and women are not tired of working.

Soon, the five kilograms of cold dishes, three kilograms of fat intestines, and three kilograms of pork belly were gone.

Cold dishes are 10 cents per pound, fat intestines are 15 cents, and pork belly is much more expensive, 30 cents per pound.

Song Tingfan sat and counted the copper plates to see if they had been collected less. After counting twice, he found that there were two essays missing. He immediately became anxious and counted again.

It's really a bit of two.

It must be that he was busy delivering food just now, and the aunt lost the food money and left.

He stood up and looked around to see if he could see the aunt.

Lin Qiao noticed his actions and asked, "What's wrong with my uncle?"

"It's two shorts." Song Tingfan looked at her as if he was making a mistake, his eyes were slightly red, and he explained: "I was busy delivering vegetables just now, and the aunt left on the table with money."

"I forgot to count." He lowered his head and seemed to blame himself.

Lin Qiao had also suffered this incident once. She smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, just pay attention next time."

Even though his sister-in-law didn't blame him, Song Tingfan still felt guilty and blamed himself. His sister-in-law worked so hard that he had lost two pens.

His fault.

He apologized quietly, "I'm sorry, sister-in-law."
Chapter completed!