Chapter 31: 31

Gu Yin pursed her lips and smiled, “Why did you add the lines yourself?”

“What lines? Didn’t you want me to play a bad mother-in-law to embarrass you?” Mrs. Wang took the burden on her shoulders, and found that it was much lighter. Knowing that everything was sold out, the smile on her face became brighter, “My God, is this all sold out?”

“I didn’t prepare much, and it got sold out as soon as there were more people.” Gu Yin quickly followed, “But I didn’t say anything about being a concubine.”

“I learned it from the evil mother-in-law in the play. When their son died, they forced their daughter-in-law to remarry.”

“Then why were you still doing it? You also wanted to hit me.”

“That’s definitely not true!” Mrs. Wang patted her chest to assure her, and said with a little guilty conscience, “That was just the feeling of rushing to play at that time.”

Mrs. Wang was grateful to the stall owner next to them for stopping her, otherwise she really didn’t know how to end it.

Gu Yin said helplessly, “In the future, we will have to set up a stall on the pier for a long time. Now everyone nearby knows that you want to force your daughter-in-law to remarry. What would they think of you in the future?”

“I don’t care what they think.” Mrs. Wang’s footsteps were brisk, and the empty boxes and food buckets on both sides swayed by her, “I don’t live with them, so they don’t have to like me, hehe!”

After talking, the two returned to Jinyi Lane.

As soon as she entered the house, Mrs. Wang put the things away and started counting the coins.

In fact, there was no need to count at all, Gu Yin counted them all in her heart.

Although she used meat in the ravioli, which was cheaper than pork, but because it only used the meat without thorns in the belly of the fish, and the fish head and tail could no longer be used, the cost was higher than others’ ravioli. A total of one bowl of ravioli cost about three cents.

But Mrs Wang was happy to count the money, the copper coins were spread all over a table, and she was so excited that Gu Yin let her go.

After counting the coins, Mrs. Wang began to count with her fingers, “If you earn fifty cents a day, that’s 1,500 cents a month, how much is that a year?”

“A year is eighteen taels. The yamen charges a booth fee every month. I asked Uncle Liu next door, our location is poor, so it costs 500 cents a month and 6 taels a year for the booth fee. We can make a net profit of nearly twelve taels,” Gu Yin quickly gave the answer.

Twelve taels a year! !

Twelve taels were enough for a family to eat for a year, which was a relatively nourishing way for urban people. Mrs. Wang used to earn only five or six taels a year in Batou Village.

Mrs. Wang hadn’t seen so much money since she got married, and she felt like she was going to faint.

Gu Yin continued, “But today’s trick can’t be used again next time, and the business may drop a little tomorrow. Moreover, today was a trial, and there were few things to prepare, but tomorrow I can prepare more. I am confident that there will be more customers. The more customers, the more you will earn in a year.”

Mrs. Wang laughed so much that her lips were almost reaching behind her ears, but she stopped laughing after a while and shook her head, “Are you alright? Those wontons are all pre-packaged, and it takes effort to wrap them for a long time. Didn’t your hands get tired working all day?”

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That worry was not without reason. The pier was windy. If the wontons were sold after being packaged, the taste would be affected if the wontons were dried by the wind.

Gu Yin used to soak in the kitchen for a whole day without feeling very tired.

But it couldn’t be done. The original owner’s body was so bad that she was too tired to lift her hands after being busy in the morning.

“Let’s cook some porridge and sell it. Cooking porridge is all about the heat, and you don’t need to worry about it after it’s cooked. And I observed today that although there are many merchants and passers-by on the pier, there are more coolies working hard. If we make some buns to sell, and take the path of small profits but quick turnover, the business should be better.”

Although Mrs. Wang had not tasted Gu Yin’s porridge and steamed buns, at that time, she was very convinced of Gu Yin’s craftsmanship.

In addition, she consciously did not help much in the past two days – she saw that Gu Yin relaxed in the morning, and she wanted to get started.

But when the wonton wrappers were in her hands, they didn’t seem to be obedient as in Gu Yin’s hands. She wrapped them not only slowly but also ugly.

Putting it side by side with the completed one packaged by Gu Yin, the appearance was really one heaven and one earth.

Food was all about color, flavor, and money. After all, they want to sell for money. With Gu Yin’s pearls and jade in front, Mrs. Wang was embarrassed to sell her own to others.

The idea of ​​selling porridge and steamed buns was very good. After boiling, they put them in the porridge bucket. The steamed buns could be wrapped in advance and steamed in a steamer. She could be responsible for selling porridge and steamed buns, and could also contribute to her own efforts.

Mrs. Wang was about to go out to buy ingredients again, but Gu Yin grabbed her and persuaded her, “Mom, we’d better go to sleep first, we can go shopping together after lunch.”

Mrs. Wang was tense all morning and still didn’t feel sleepy, but her eyelids fell straight down when she relaxed.

When she was about to fall asleep, she couldn’t hold it anymore, so she went back to the house and said, “Then you go rest too, and call me when you have lunch. Don’t move any utensils, and I’ll wash them when I get up.”

After coaxing Mrs. Wang into the room, Gu Yin sat for a quarter of an hour and felt relieved, so she washed the utensils and the stall.

At this time, it was already three poles (afternoon) outside, and it was time to prepare lunch.

There was still some fish soup left in the big pot at home. Gu Yin went to the alley to buy two pieces of tofu and simmered the fish head tofu soup.

She only remembered that she hadn’t seen Xiao Wu’an for a long time.

When she entered the house, the little guy was not at home.

He had always been well-behaved. When he was in the village, he would not climb trees or mountains with children of the same age. 

Gu Yin guessed that he went to the next door.

It just so happened that the pot was also rolling, and Gu Yin scooped out a large bowl and brought it to the neighbor.

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