Phi-Fic Chapter 219: Earn More Money from Business
Chapter 219: Earn More Money from Business
But if you count carefully, only more than twenty people are needed.
At that time, Anjiu and grandma were very busy, so it was normal for him to earn so much.
When grandma looked at these numbers, her heart trembled.
After many years, she actually earned contribution points again!
This shows that she is not a useless person who relies on the younger generation for support, she is not just a bunch of idlers!
Grandma was overwhelmed with emotions and was so excited that she almost cried.
"It's a pity that I didn't prepare enough mud biscuits, otherwise I could earn more and slowly save up enough money to buy a door..."
Unfortunately, the soil outside cannot be used, so this business can only be done as a one-time deal.
Anjiu took his grandmother's hand and let her sit on the bed to rest. He walked to the table, took out a piece of leaf vein juice in the space, and poured it into two bowls respectively.
"Grandma, drink some water first."
I've been busy for so long and haven't even had a sip of water. My throat is smoking now.
After drinking the water, Anjiu put the bowl back to its original place.
Looking at the dried fish on the table, she hesitated whether to roast it for dinner.
It was just a little late, and the noise from lighting a fire would be quite eye-catching.
In particular, the residents of Ding Road do not have the habit of eating at night, at least not openly.
Or eat it raw...
Seeing her standing still, her grandmother said, "Come and sleep. You won't be hungry when you sleep. We can eat together tomorrow morning."
Anjiu touched his shriveled stomach, finally put down the dried fish, took off his coat and lay down on the bed.
Anyway, this has been going on for more than a day or two, and she can tolerate this level of pain.
"Little wine," Grandma turned around in the dark, "how many cans do we have left?"
Anjiu checked the space, "14 left."
"..." Grandma was silent for a while, "Fortunately the goods are sold out, maybe I will have to put more money in...Xiaojiu, do you know how many contribution points are needed to buy this can of meat?"
Anjiu recalled the prices he saw in the supermarket on the first floor, "Similar canned goods are indeed not cheap, costing nearly 50 yuan each."
Grandma was shocked when she heard this. "Wow, half of what I earned today is so expensive?!"
She calculated in her mind whether she made a profit or a loss from the stall business.
Anjiu didn't think so: "This is the price in the big supermarket. We spend so much to buy it, but if we sell it, we can't sell it for so high."
If they were really sold for 50 yuan each, I'm afraid they would be left to rot and no one would ask a question - who would spend nearly a day's wages to buy a small box of canned meat that could be eaten in one meal?
This is too luxurious.
This is why the mud biscuit business is so popular.
Canned meat is rare on the black market. If anyone has some in stock, they either hide it and eat it secretly, or exchange it for supplies they urgently need. No one would sell it as a gimmick.
The expensive canned meat and the ubiquitous mud biscuits made every passerby feel as if their eyes were damaged.
But it is true that with just a small price, you can satisfy your craving for food and try something that you may never get to eat in your entire life, even if it has been diluted with water.
Anjiu lay flat on his back, looking at the dark ceiling.
Recalling the entire sales process, the focus is on the broth. Mud biscuits can be replaced, for example, by small slices of roasted dried fish, small pieces of steamed buns or other dry food.
And she doesn't have to prepare these things. She only needs to soak the things the other party brings in the broth and charge the corresponding fees.
In addition, these cans were looted by her from another world. After returning safely, they were equivalent to having no cost. The contribution points earned from the cans can be used to pay rent or saved for emergencies.
If all else fails, when we get to the first floor, I'll ask Song Haizhi to take me to the supermarket to buy groceries.
As long as you have contribution points, there is nothing you can’t afford.
Although there are many people in the black market, few of them are rich. Being stingy also means that they have never tasted good food. She can add more water to the broth and make the price cheaper. I don't believe they won't be tempted.
If there is really nothing to dip, she can also sell soup.
The more Anjiu thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible.
After she leaned close to grandma's ear and told her plan in detail, grandma propped up her upper body with her hands and asked in surprise: "Xiaojiu, when did your brain become so sharp?"
“…Maybe just now.”
……
When it was just getting light, Anjiu woke up from hunger.
My grandma was still sleeping soundly beside me. I got out of bed quietly, drank some water and started to wash up.
The corridor was silent at this hour.
No matter how light the sweeping movement is, it is very clear to the ears.
I opened the window slightly to ventilate and get rid of the smell. After a while, I heard the sounds of people getting up in the corridor.
Anjiu touched his bloated stomach, quickly added firewood to make a fire, placed the double-flavored pot on top, and added water evenly on both sides.
She cut the dried fish into small pieces and took out a small bowl of grass seeds. She planned to try whether they would taste good after cooking.
When the water starts to bubble, pour the two ingredients on both sides, add a few drops of oil, stir evenly, and let it cook slowly.
She stood up and looked at her grandmother. She must have been too tired from yesterday and hadn't woken up yet.
Anjiu hung out the still damp dried fish to dry, and checked the condition of the seedlings, moving them under the window to bask in the morning sun.
After doing all this, I went back to the pot and stirred it, only to find that each grass seed was wrapped in a transparent gelatinous substance, a bit like soaked chia seeds.
Anjiu scooped out a small piece and tasted it. The grass seeds still had a crispy texture and the gelatinous substance was easy to bite off. It didn't have any special taste, but it was edible.
The fish fillet soup on the left is slowly boiled to a milky white color, the fish meat is soft and rotten, and with a little salt for seasoning, the taste is already very fresh.
I walked to the bedside to wake up my grandmother, and touched her forehead to see if her temperature was high.
After all, grandma's health is too weak and she's old, so it's hard to recover in a short time. It's going to take time.
Anjiu handed over a wet wipe and prepared mouthwash.
While grandma is washing up, serve the soup in advance and place it on the table to cool.
Seeing that there was still some food left in the pot, she hesitated for a moment and then scooped it all out.
"Little wine, these two bowls should be sent to Captain Pu," Grandma picked up the unused spoon and divided the portions equally among the three people, "After all, we are still using their stove and firewood, so it's only right that we send him a portion of the hot meal."
An Jiu nodded, "I see, he should not be awake yet, I'll send him over later."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a stool being dragged from next door.
Grandma immediately said, "Captain Pu has woken up, you should take him there quickly, and then come back for dinner."
"……it is good."
Anjiu thought the bowl was too hot, so he put it in a stainless steel basin and carried it out.
As soon as she walked to the next door, the locked door opened. Pu Huai lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Come in."
"..."
It was so timely. I must have heard her talking to grandma.
Anjiu placed the basin on the sofa and brought out two steaming soup bowls.
"Captain Pu, be careful when eating. I'm going back first."