I'm a street kid, and my beautiful wife doesn't want a divorce!

In the south of the county, there is a cloth trading market.

People and cars were coming and going, it was crowded and lively.

In the past few years, cloth was in rationed supply, and every household needed cloth stamps to purchase cloth, ready-made clothing, bedding, etc.

Clothes are a problem for ordinary people, so there is a saying,"Three years for the new, three years for the old, and three more years for mending."

Now that cloth stamps have been cancelled, the situation has improved, and it is very common for ordinary people to buy cloth and make clothes.

Rural people, whose economic conditions are poorer, usually buy new clothes during the Chinese New Year and rarely buy them on ordinary days.

Li Xia squeezed into a shop, where bundles of cloth were piled on the table.

The fabric that ordinary families usually buy is ordinary cotton, which will get damaged after a year and a half of wear, but it is cheap.

If possible, naturally buy the popular"Qingliang" fabric. Although the price is a bit higher, it can be worn for more than three years.

In this era, if you wear a piece of"really good" clothing, you can become the most beautiful boy in the world.

""Chenliang" is synthetic fiber, wear-resistant and colorful

"Boss, the fabrics are really good, four meters of white floral fabric, two meters of red floral fabric, two meters of solid yellow fabric, and five meters of pure gray cotton fabric.……"

Li Xia quoted the meter number according to the fabric list given by the tailor shop owner.

"Young man, are you sure you want so much rice?"

The store owner confirmed to Li Xia

"Sure."

After receiving Li Xia's affirmative answer, the shop owner took a tape measure and scissors and started cutting immediately.

The customers who were buying cloth couldn't help but look over.

"Is this young man so rich that he can buy so many fine fabrics?!"

"The really good floral fabric costs six yuan per meter. You can't bargain, huh! This man is so heroic!"

Li Xia ignored the envious looks of the people around him, took a thick bundle of fabric from the shop owner, and then paid. The floral fabric from Deliang costs six yuan per meter, the solid color costs five yuan per meter, and the ordinary fabric It costs two yuan per meter.

Li Xia made two sets of clothes for Chu Mengxi and the two Naitanzi, and two sets for herself, but they were made of ordinary cotton.

Working by yourself is sometimes dirty and tiring, so dress well The clothes were scratched and I felt distressed.

I spent a total of seventy-eight yuan to buy the fabric.

It was a bit expensive.

But when I think of Chu Mengxi and the two naughty dumplings who haven’t worn new clothes for two or three years, this little money is nothing. Here!

Li Xia handed the fabric to the tailor shop owner.

The boss was surprised:"Oh! Young man, if you buy such good fabric, it costs only seventy or eighty yuan. Are you so rich? Li

Xia smiled and said,"My wife and children haven't worn new clothes for a long time, so we have to spend more money."

The tailor shop owner gave Li Xia a thumbs up:"You are a good man.""

There is no one in the tailor shop to make new clothes in the past two days, only sewing and repair work.

So the few sets of clothes Li Xia ordered can be finished in one afternoon.

After taking the pick-up list, Li Xia left the tailor shop and hurried The donkey cart arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Now Li Xia's goal is very clear. As a man, he has to work hard to make money. He fishes for eels in the evening and sells fish in the morning. Li Xia also needs to make use of the half day in the afternoon. He goes to the mountains to collect traditional Chinese medicine. Talent is not a reliable way to make money, it all depends on appearance, so Li Xia was passed.

In his previous life, Li Xia worked hard in the catering industry, and Li Xia learned the craft from the master Bai An who was at the state banquet level.

Although he is not as good as his master, he still It can also be called proficient.

The strength and technique of kneading the dough... how much water to add to a pound of flour, accurate to a few taels...

When making pasta, the temperature and humidity of the environment determine the ratio of yeast and sugar... everything Experience and skills kept flooding in his mind!

Li Xia decided on another way to make money - noodles.

At the beginning, he made steamed buns, shaomai, steamed dumplings, etc. and set up a stall to sell them.

Is this possible? Can making money depend entirely on craftsmanship?

In terms of craftsmanship, Li Xia is confident.

Therefore, he has a head start.

Li Xia went into the supply and marketing cooperative and bought ingredients for making steamed buns.

He bought fifteen kilograms of flour without using food stamps, and only paid ten cents. Six cents a pound, costing two yuan and forty cents.

Three pounds of eggs, twenty-five cents a pound, cost seventy-five cents.

Three yuan bought a large bag of yeast powder, one pound.

Then Li Xia bought another I went to the meat factory and bought eight pounds of pork. The fat and thin pork cost one yuan a pound. It cost eight yuan.

……

As for the steaming baskets and other tools, Li Xia has superb bamboo weaving skills and can make them himself.

Can save some costs.

Pack the purchased items and put them on the pallet.

When leaving, Li Xia didn't forget to buy two bunches of candied haws, and promised two milk dumplings, so he couldn't let them down.

Sugar-coated haws on a bunch are five cents each, very cheap.

Back in the village, Li Xia took the purchased ingredients into the kitchen.

Two milk dumplings were holding candied haws in the yard, eating with gusto.

As long as there is food, the two little guys are very peaceful.

Li Xia drove the donkey cart out again and went up the mountain to chop bamboo.

When I came back, I found Old Zhaotou working in the fields.

"Uncle Zhao, are you busy?"

Li Xia grinned, showing his big white teeth.

"Hey, it's a street kid... cough, it's Xiao Li!"

Old Zhaotou coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

Behind his back, the name"Jie Liuzi" went smoothly, and it was more difficult to change his tune.

When Old Zhaotou saw the donkey cart behind Li Xia, he sighed again:

"You boy are not what you used to be. You even have a donkey cart!"

However, Lao Zhaotou thought that donkey ribs were worthless and not as good as oxen.

He saw the bamboo on the cart again and said doubtfully:

"What are you doing cutting so much bamboo?"

"Make a few steamed buns and eat them."Li Xia replied.

Old Zhaotou was a little speechless, he was quite capable of tossing

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"I would like to buy some leeks and cabbage grown in your field." Li Xia said

"Buy my leeks and cabbage?"

Old Zhao was stunned for a moment. How have you ever heard that rural people have to buy vegetables? They all grow them in their own vegetable fields!

However, on second thought, it seems that in the entire Shangrong Village, only Li Xia's family, a street runner, grows vegetables in the fields. The least, the smallest.

You don't work hard on the land, you idle around all day, and now you don't even have to eat vegetables, and you still have to buy them!

How embarrassing!

Old Zhao shook his head, sighed and said:"You, don't worry about it. Plant your own land well, forget it, if you want to eat leeks, cabbage, etc., you can go to my field and pull some, and buy whatever you want!"

"Uncle Zhao, I want more, so I’d better buy it."

Old Zhaotou raised his eyebrows and said,"Aren't you just making steamed buns? How many leeks and cabbages can you use?

Li Xia said:"Ten pounds each of leeks and cabbage.""

"What? Old Zhaotou thought he heard wrongly,"Why do you want so many? How many buns do you want to make?""

"About three hundred buns." Li Xia said

"What!!! Three, three hundred buns!"

Old Zhaotou's eyes widened immediately,"You, can your family finish eating? Make so many buns."

Three hundred buns are not enough to support a person to death!

Li Xia smiled and said:"Uncle, it's not for my own family. I want to sell it in the market."

"Sell, sell steamed buns?"

Old Zhaotou frowned and nodded. He thought to himself:"This street kid is really good at it. He wants to sell steamed buns again."

"Xiao Li, it’s good that you have the idea of ​​​​making money, but do you know how many buns sellers there are in the market? Are you sure your buns can be sold?"

"Give it a try. Li Xia said with a relaxed smile.

Looking at Li Xia, Old Zhao knew that this boy would not shed tears until he saw the coffin.

He thought doing business was so simple. If it were true, everyone would sell steamed buns.

He could sell them for five Ten, even ifGood luck.

Old Zhaotou seems to be able to see a bloody lesson about to happen...

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