Zhao Ling'er lay in the temple, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Using a few broken wooden boards as bed boards was too hard, but sleeping directly on the ground was too damp, and her clothes got wet after a while. Although she was in a temple, the wind would still blow in.
She touched her arm and felt goosebumps all over her body.
"Wu Ma, I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you have no place to sleep."
Wu Ma didn't fall asleep either, but she never spoke.
"Silly boy, you are still so young. I went through the same hardships back then. I slept in the open and endured hunger. It wasn't until my father took me in that I finally had a family. Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive now."
"Don't you have parents either?"
"I am originally from Jinzhou. When I was eight years old, there was a flood at home and our house was washed away. My parents took me and my brother to flee. But one day I woke up and my parents and brother were gone. From then on
From now on, I will make a living on my own."
Looking at Wu's mother and thinking about her parents, they called her yesterday to ask when she would go home. Zhao Ling'er suddenly felt a little homesick.
"Wu Ma, don't worry, I will take care of you as my relative from now on. That Wen'e is so rampant, why don't you leave her?"
"Hey, I'm getting old. I will become more and more useless in the future. When I can no longer walk, I will have to rely on my son to provide for me until the end of my life. While I can still work now, I can give them more money. In the future
Maybe you won’t leave me outside.”
Zhao Ling'er's heart twitched and she thought: "You can still make money now, but they are treating you like this. If you can't make money in the future, then Wen'e will definitely not tolerate you." But she didn't say anything.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhao Ling'er shivered all over. She woke up from the cold.
Before dawn.
I turned to look at Wu Ma, but she was no longer there.
Zhao Ling'er got up and walked along the stall selling spicy soup yesterday.
Mother Wu is indeed here.
Well, she has to find a job as soon as possible.
After walking and walking, I came to a commercial street and finally saw an inn.
"If I could work here, I would have a place to stay at night."
Zhao Ling'er hurriedly ran in, stood on tiptoes and asked the front desk: "Do you need anyone here? I can help you entertain customers."
"Who is it?" The clerk who was sleeping on the table rubbed his eyes and stood up before seeing Zhao Ling'er.
"Go, go, you're thin and small, and you look like you're only eight or nine years old. What can you do? You're carrying it on your back. Can you even move?" The waiter looked at her with disdain.
Zhao Ling'er thought for a while, well, she really couldn't carry it without the suitcase.
but……
"Does your store sell spicy soup?"
"Ah?" The waiter was a little confused: "It's not for sale. We only have lunch and dinner here, but no breakfast."
"Is this okay? I will provide you with fresh hot and spicy soup, which costs two cents a bowl. You can sell it to the guests for five cents a bowl, and you can also sell fried dough sticks, which cost one cent each. You can sell them for three cents each and make a profit.
The difference in price is yours, and the rest is mine. What do you think?"
"This..." The clerk scratched his head: "I'll ask the shopkeeper."
Not long after, the waiter came back and said: "The shopkeeper said, if you want to sell, you can sell it, but you will provide all the utensils yourself, and the customer will pay directly to us. It will end at ten o'clock in the morning, and the bill will be settled on January 1. You can see for yourself."
Bar."
"Well, that's great! However, it's not enough to settle the accounts once a month. How about settling the accounts once a day?"
"The shopkeeper said that it's too troublesome to tie up one knot a day. If you want to do this, then just have a bowl of spicy soup."
"That's definitely not possible!" Zhao Ling'er thought to herself. Yesterday, I heard that the boss was selling a bowl for two cents. If I went to buy the goods, I would probably get it as cheap as one cent at most, and it would cost one and a half cents at the minimum to make money.
"Let's see. A bowl of spicy soup is still two cents a bowl, and you can get two fried dough sticks for one cent. But the account has to be settled every day. Also, we have to establish a letter, so I can only sell it here alone."
Zhao Ling'er took the exclusive authorization business certificate written by the shopkeeper and went to find Wu Ma's spicy soup stall.
"Boss, bring 50 bowls of spicy soup and 100 fried dough sticks to me at Jupeng Inn!" Zhao Ling'er shouted to the boss.
When the boss saw it, wasn't he the little beggar from yesterday?
"Little girl, don't make trouble for me if you have nothing to do! I'm busy, go and play!"
"What do you think this is?" Zhao Ling'er handed the voucher she just signed with the shopkeeper to the stall owner.
"Exclusive authorization?" The boss muttered to himself: "What does this mean?"
"The shopkeeper of Jupeng Inn has designated that your spicy spicy soup be sold in his store at the original price to help you expand your sales."
"Is there such a good thing?" The boss immediately smiled brightly: "I'll go talk to him. Mother Wu, keep an eye on the stall!"
After that, he wiped his hands and turned around to go.
"Don't go! I've already made an agreement with him. All you need to do is send the rice and fried dough sticks over. If you go back after 10 o'clock, the shopkeeper will settle the bill for you."
"By the way, spicy soup and fried dough sticks need to be hot. Surround them with cotton cloth and get 20 bowls and 20 spoons."
"No problem, you go first, I'll be there soon!"
Everything was ready, Zhao Ling'er filled a bowl first. Spicy soup is her favorite, why don't you try it first to see if it's salty?
She had just filled a bowl, poured two drops of sesame oil, placed it on the table, and turned to get a spoon.
"What is that? It smells so good!" A little boy of two or three years old came running over.
Pick up the bowl and drink.
"Oh, little ancestor!" An elderly woman hurriedly followed up and pulled the little boy's arm away.
"Young Master, Madam has told me that we will go to Zuixiang Pavilion for dinner soon. The food here is not clean. You will have diarrhea if you eat it!"
"I don't, I don't, I want to drink, I want to drink! It smells so good!" Before the woman could say anything, the little boy picked up the bowl and took a sip: "It smells so good!"