Chapter 543 [542] Orphan Counterattack 11 (3 more)

On the weekend afternoon, she bought a bunch of bananas at the address given by her teacher and visited her home. When they saw what she bought, her master and her wife said she was spending money indiscriminately, but this was the most basic courtesy. No matter how poor she was, this point

Money cannot be saved.

Teacher Zheng Yun is the principal of No. 1 High School in their city. He has retired, so he lives in a family compound. The house is an old one, but the old couple keeps it very clean.

The teacher's wife was very warm to her and probably knew her life experience. She was very sympathetic to her and even packed a bag of her granddaughter's and granddaughter's clothes for her.

She was from the city, and the clothes looked good, much better than what she was wearing. I saw that the shoes on her feet were peeled off and she was still wearing them, so I found a few pairs of sneakers that fit her.

Zhou Yiyi was so moved.

They spent the whole afternoon in the study. Mr. Zheng looked at her handwriting and gave her more detailed instructions. Although her handwriting was also taught by ancient teachers, it was ancient after all, and there were still some differences between it and modern times.

There were some discrepancies, but she still explained the method taught by her former teacher. Mr. Zheng was very surprised after hearing it.

"How did you know?"

"I read it in a library book,"

Mr. Zheng was very satisfied: "It seems that you are not just talking, you really like this line of work. Indeed, if you don't work hard, how can you practice calligraphy to such a high level? I will accept you as my disciple."

You are really taking advantage. You are very smart. You can get twice the result with half the effort with a little guidance. Good boy, practice hard. There is still one month left before the competition. You can practice for another week and see. If we are all satisfied, we will send it out to compete."

When she left Zheng's home, she not only carried two bags of clothes, but also a copybook given by her teacher, as well as pens, ink, paper and inkstones. She said she had them, but he insisted on letting her accept them.

Such a kind-hearted old man would never have made it this far if he didn't cherish his talent, or if he saw her as pitiful, so she must live up to her expectations so that she can repay them in the future.

The clothes the teacher's wife gave her were all for spring and autumn, with a few summer skirts, two pairs of sneakers, and a pair of sandals of good quality, enough for her to wear this summer. In this way, she could save more money.

That's a lot of money.

Speaking of making money, she finished her school homework this Saturday afternoon. In the evening, when the market stalls were about to close, she bought some chives, cabbage, radish, salt, kelp, pepper, garlic, glutinous rice flour, and pickled vegetable jars.

Fresh-keeping boxes, plastic bags, various concoctions

The ingredients were transferred back and forth several times to my own space, and I also made several piles of special dishes that others had dealt with cheaply. These dishes were all a bit rotten or missing arms and legs. They were basically half-sold and half-given.

I bought about ten or twenty kilograms, and it only cost five yuan.

Then I started sorting out these vegetables on Saturday night, and on Sunday morning I started making Korean onion kimchi, radish kimchi, and spicy cabbage. I made spicy radish, sweet and spicy (yellow radish), and also made

They often eat shredded mustard greens and shredded hot and sour kelp.

This is the only way she can think of to make money at the moment.

Everything else requires buying a car, buying something else, the investment is too big, and based on her current ability, it is too unrealistic.

Although she doesn’t make much money from pickles, isn’t it a small profit but quick turnover? This time she made six large jars of pickles, which weighed thirty to forty pounds. She didn’t know if she could sell them, but she could give it a try. As long as someone wanted it, she could

Selling it and making it once would be enough for her living expenses for a week, right?

As long as this method works and she has living expenses, she won't be afraid. What's more, there are still winter and summer vacations. She can find other ways to make money during the winter and summer vacations.

So this weekend ended in such a busy way.

Another week passed in a flash, and the pickles she had made before were almost ready to eat. On Saturday afternoon, she finished her homework and took two (large) crisper boxes of pickles, as well as plastic bags and disposable chopsticks to the door of the vegetable market. , just in time for the rush hour after get off work, and with the experience of previous lives, I became much bolder.

"Come on, come on, try it for free, make your own Korean-style yellow radish and spicy dried radish. Try it first before buying it. If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay. A bowl is only 50 cents."

In order to ensure cleanliness, she also put a plastic bag on her hand, and when she saw the people coming and going, she invited people to taste it.

Perhaps it was because the yellow dried radish and red diced radish pieces she made were more attractive in color, which really attracted everyone's attention.

Several aunts came over curiously: "Daughter, what is this yellow thing of yours?"

"Mom, this is a sweet and sour radish, pickled with medicinal herbs. It has no special taste. Would you like to try a piece?"

The service that was put to her mouth was hard for the aunt to refuse, especially the radish of this color, it was so beautiful.

And after the aunt tasted it, she nodded repeatedly: "This tastes quite delicious. Come on, let me try your spicy one."

This time, Zhou Yiyi pricked one with a toothpick and handed it over. After tasting it, the aunt was quite satisfied and said, "Not bad, give me some of both."

"Auntie, it costs fifty cents for a small bowl. Can I have two bowls?"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay."

Zhou Yiyi put a plastic bag on the bowl and grabbed the radish inside. After grabbing enough, he picked it up and handed it to the aunt, who also happily gave her a dollar.

After she got her first customer, people quickly came to buy them. She brought a total of two crisper boxes, both of which were dried radishes. They were all sold out in less than an hour, earning a profit of eighteen yuan.

Then she saw that it was still early, so she found a deserted place, and brought out shredded kelp and spicy cabbage from the space. After tasting the same, she sold them for another twenty yuan.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening, when the crowd gradually dispersed, that she packed up the empty boxes with satisfaction, got on her car and headed home.

Carrots and cabbage are not expensive, and kelp is a special dish. Today, it cost thirty-eight yuan, so she can earn at least half of it.

Even though her 50 cents a bowl was a bit expensive, it would last at least a week. She also told them to put it in a crisper box when they got home and put it in the refrigerator so that it would last longer. The reason why they didn't choose a bowl that was too big was

I was afraid that some people would not pay attention to keeping it fresh and it would spoil, so I didn’t use a big bowl.

At six o'clock the next morning, she went to the vegetable market again. This time she also brought two boxes, but she changed them to shredded mustard greens and chopped pepper sauce. Shredded mustard cost 50 cents, and the chopped pepper sauce was made from pure chili peppers.

So it sells for one dollar a bowl.

I met the grandparents who brought home the food they bought yesterday, and saw her selling vegetables again, with different styles. After eating them, they thought they were good, and they all bought a small bowl, which made her very happy.

move.

"Why do you come out to sell vegetables every day? Where are your parents?"

Whenever someone asked this question, she lowered her head sadly and answered the question in silence, which she felt was difficult to answer, because if she told the truth, others would think she was being miserable, and she didn't want them to do so.

I think, so silence is better than sound at this time.

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