After a busy day, in the evening, Zhong Ziqi took out the big bones he bought to make the soup, boiled it and poured it into the bought clay pot, and put it in the pot when it was too late, and it will be served tomorrow morning.

At night, the moon quietly crawled over the treetops, and the silver-white brilliance enveloped the earth, looking hazy and ambiguous.

Zhong Ziqi was lying in bed with insomnia, Zhao Zhengan had already drooled while holding him to sleep. For the first time Zhong Ziqi envied simple-minded people without having to think about so many annoying things. He had to admit that he was nervous, and he was afraid that he would fail tomorrow.

In fact, Zhong Ziqi has calculated this account. He has already thought about it carefully. The prices on the wharf are generally a little bit more expensive, but they are definitely fine products and worth the price. In fact, everyone can still accept it. In fact, the ordinary noodle stalls A bowl of noodles still costs three cents, not to mention a dock with a much stronger craftsmanship than ordinary noodle stalls.

Zhong Ziqi intends to price his two kinds of noodles at a bowl of Wuwenqian. It is not uncommon for a bowl of noodles with Wuwenqian to be at the wharf, and some are even higher than this. Who calls the wharf is a prime location. People are wealthy or wealthy foreign businessmen. Although ordinary people can afford to eat, people who save money don't come here often.

If you are skilled enough, then you will develop a fixed source of customers, then your daily income will be fixed, not to mention some of them even eat and take home to buy. Zhong Ziqi feels that according to his craft, ten bowls of noodles can always be sold a day, right? Ten bowls of noodles and fifty cents, minus the daily rent and eight cents, Zhao Sheng’s salary is ten cents, and miscellaneous costs. Twenty cents will definitely be earned. You must know that you don’t have 20 cents a day. Less, he can buy four catties of rice noodles, and he can cut a few catties of meat.

Generally, people don’t have the ability to make 20 cents a day. Of course, they have fields to go out to do odd jobs, but for Zhong Ziqi, he is already very satisfied. He has no big pursuits. A little thing is enough for him to be happy for a long time. .

Zhong Ziqi, who tossed over and over again, didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, she heard the **** of the **** in the village, and the sky was already grayish outside.

Zhong Ziqi gently removed the arm from the waist, got up vigorously, put on clothes, and washed. I lighted the oil lamp and went to the kitchen to put the bone soup that had been left overnight in a clay pot, leaving some in the pot. Open the noodle bag and scoop out two bowls of noodles and roll the noodles. Then burn the fire, wait until the bone soup is hot, put the noodles in the pot, Zhong Ziqi put some sour bamboo shoots in by the way, and it will be out of the pot in a while.

Zhong Ziqi put the noodles on the table, set the tableware, and went to the bedroom, watching Zhao Zhengan who was sleeping soundly. He hesitated or pushed his arm, and whispered: "Zhengan, Zhengan, wake up."

Zhao Zhengan reluctantly opened his eyes to see who was disturbing his dream. What caught his eye was the neatly dressed-daughter-in-law! Zhao Zhengan's squinted eyes immediately widened.

Zhong Ziqi said: "Get up, we are going to town after dinner."

Zhao Zhengan then remembered that his wife said he was going to take him to the town to sell things. He sat up excitedly and asked in confirmation: "Daughter-in-law, are we going to sell things?"

"Yeah, so Zhengan has to get up early, otherwise we will be late."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengan immediately put on clothes in a hurry: "I will get up soon."

Zhong Ziqi said softly, "Slow down, the buttons are all wrong."

When the two of them were sitting at the dinner table eating the incense, the door was knocked, and the sound was not loud, as if they were knocking tentatively.

Zhong Ziqi ran over and opened the door. It was Zhao Sheng: "Brother Sheng, you are here, huh? How come Xiaoning is also here?" Zhao Ning behind Zhao Sheng quietly outcropped and smiled at Zhong Ziqi, "I and I Eminem said to help you, I agree with Eminem."

Zhong Ziqi smiled and let the two in: "Then the relationship is good, I can relax. By the way, have you two eaten? Eat some here."

Zhao Ning shook his head and sniffed and said, "It smells so good, I smelled it when I was in front of the door."

"It’s not as good as it’s a coincidence. I just cooked the hot noodle soup. Just try it." The three of them entered the room. Zhao Zhengan was still eating. Zhong Ziqi went to the kitchen and took two pairs of bowls and chopsticks to serve the noodles. Pass it to two people.

This is the first time for the two of them to eat. They suddenly felt that it was different from the bone noodle soup they used to eat in town. It was very fresh, especially with a hint of sour fragrance. Zhao Ning took out a bamboo shoot from a bowl and ate it in his mouth. His eyes lit up, but he didn't expect the sour taste to come from it. He asked in amazement: "Why are these bamboo shoots sour? Have they been soaked in vinegar?" You should know that although they often eat bamboo shoots, except for stir-frying. There is no other way to eat it.

Zhong Ziqi smiled mysteriously: "I made this deliberately. It's not soaked in vinegar. How is it delicious? Do you think I will make money by selling it?"

"I think Brother Qi's cooking is much better than the town's." Zhao Sheng said while eating.

"Yeah, you will definitely make money. I believe in your craft." Zhao Ning said slurredly. He was completely conquered and deeply felt that the decision to help today was too correct.

After the hot noodles were eaten, everyone was sweating. Zhao Sheng tied the big pottery pot for soup to the cart and fixed it. He also packed the cucumbers, persimmons, and some bottles and jars of seasoning, and there was a big one. Bundled the wood, the four of them walked toward the town mightily.

The trolley was heavy. Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan took turns to push the trolley. The one-hour road was a lot longer. Fortunately, they went out early in the morning. When they arrived at the pier, the sky was only slightly bright, but there were already diligent people. The stall started.

The four Zhong Ziqi walked around a corner to Uncle Huang's house.

"Boom boom" Zhong Ziqi knocked on the door.

After a while, I heard Huang Ama's voice: "It's Brother Qi, right?"

"Ah Huang is me."

Huang Ama draped her clothes and opened the door: "Yes, it's early, let me tell you, if it's late, it's easy to be missed."

"Well, did I know Huang Ah." Zhong Ziqi replied.

"Are these few people?" Huang Amei asked the extra two.

"These are my two best friends, come and help. He called Zhao Sheng and this is his younger brother Zhao Ning." After finishing talking, Zhong Ziqi introduced them to the two again: "Is this Huang Ah."

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Ning yelled Huang Aye politely.

Everyone likes good children, not to mention Huang. Seeing a few half-year-old children, they can't close their mouths and laugh, but I feel a little sad and don't know how his son is doing.

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan pushed the wooden cart to the pier with ease, occupying a somewhat remote position with few stalls around. Other vendors who were already busy looked at the suddenly appearing stall with a dull expression. When they saw four young young people, they had even more contempt in their eyes. They didn't care about this competitor at all. They would definitely disappear in no time. .

Zhong Ziqi didn’t care about this. Most of the things were brought here. There were still a few wooden tables left. He asked Zhao Ning to stay here and watch. He, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan went back to move, mainly because this place was not far from Huang A’ma’s home. , Two or three minutes away, so I can rest assured that he is here alone.

Zhong Ziqi used to mainly talk to Huang Ama about fetching water. He didn't expect that as soon as he spoke, Huang Ama agreed: "You can hit as many times as you want. I open the door and you come."

Zhong Ziqi is naturally grateful again.

Going back to the dock, the task of fetching water will naturally be given to Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan. He and Zhao Ning began to get busy, bringing a total of five tables, one of which was left for kneading and stuffing, and the other four were placed in a square shape, which could seat a total of sixteen people.

The summer day dawned very quickly, and it was completely bright in a short while. There were people coming and going on the dock, except for the vendors, Zhong Ziqi noticed that other customers had begun to haunt.

Zhong Ziqi hurriedly set Zhao Ning on fire, hot bone soup, and he began to make noodles. Zhao Ning's culinary skills are not good, so he can't help with cooking, but he can strike a hand, burn a fire, and pass a seasoning or something.

"This little brother, new here?"

Zhong Ziqi's stall was always empty. He thought that there was no one. It turned out that the stall owner was late.

"Yeah, it opened for the first time today, and I asked my uncle to take care of it." Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.

The stall owner was a man in his 30s and 40s, and there was a piece of gray rags on his stall, which was crookedly written, big stuffed buns. Zhong Ziqi snorted and laughed: "Uncle, who wrote these words? They are pretty good-looking." This is absolutely wrong.

However, the uncle obviously didn't hear it, and said proudly: "My son wrote that he is only 8 years old this year. I was sent to school to study. My husband praised him for being smart."

"Don't say it, just by looking at these words, you can tell that your kid is smart. It's not like what a kid wrote."

When this uncle heard Zhong Ziqi's words, it was as if he had found a bosom friend, and he kept nagging.

Zhong Ziqi chatted with this uncle while doing the things at hand. Zhao Ning smiled and inserted a sentence from time to time. From what he said, he learned that the uncle's surname was Song and he lived in Songjia Village, which was quite far away from Zhaojia Village. He is the only person who speaks to Zhong Ziqi, and there is no discriminatory taste in his words.

After getting acquainted with each other, the uncle simply leaned the stall against him, and talked to him when he was okay. Zhong Ziqi was also happily happy. The one on his left was a pastry seller, but he was a young man who was far away from them. He was ignored by others, and the stall was moved a little farther for fear of the taste.

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan took two buckets of water and sat on the stool to rest. Looking around, many stalls are full of steam and fragrance, and there are already several customers sitting at the tables.

At this time the sun was already showing its head, and the whole pier was no longer silent in the morning and began to lively. There are several restaurants on the pier. Foreign businessmen who live in the restaurants rarely eat in the restaurants. Locals know that the food on the pier is better and cheaper than the restaurants.

However, Zhong Ziqi's stall was a newcomer and no one noticed. Zhong Ziqi calmly lifted the lid of the pot, put the noodles in the pot, and threw in some bamboo shoots. Instructed Zhao Ning who was on fire to go to rest, he put the cooked noodles in four bowls, and put three of them on the table: "Eat more, eat less in the morning." Zhong Ziqi made less in the morning, he I neglected and forgot to take Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng's share. Of course, everyone was not full, and the three of them were hungry all morning. They are not welcome at this moment, they picked it up and snored and ate them.