At the cloth market in the south of the county.
People came and cars went, it was crowded and lively.
A few years ago, cloth was rationed. Every household needed cloth tickets to buy cloth, clothing, bedding, and so on.
It was a problem for the common people to wear clothes, so there was a saying," Three years for the new, three years for the old, and three years for the mending."
Now that the cloth tickets had been canceled, the situation had improved. It was very common for the common people to buy cloth to make clothes.
The economic conditions of rural people were worse. They usually bought new clothes during the New Year and rarely bought them.
Li Xia squeezed into a shop. There were bundles of cloth on the table.
Ordinary families usually bought ordinary cotton cloth, which would be damaged after a year and a half, but it was cheap.
Those who could afford it would naturally buy the very popular " Dusk " fabric. Although the price was a little higher, it could be worn for more than three years.
In this day and age, wearing a piece of " Dusk " clothing could make one the most beautiful person in the world.
Dusk was a synthetic fiber that was durable and colorful.
" Boss, fine fabric. Four meters of white floral, two meters of red floral, two meters of pure yellow, five meters of pure gray cotton..."
Li Xia reported the number of meters according to the cloth list given by the tailor shop owner.
"Young man, are you sure you want so much rice?”
The shop owner confirmed with Li Xia.
"I'm sure."
After receiving Li Xia's affirmative answer, the shop owner took out a measuring tape and scissors and immediately began cutting.
The surrounding customers who were buying cloth couldn't help but look over.
"This young man is so rich to buy so much Dusk fabric?!”
"Dusk floral fabric costs six yuan per meter, and you can't bargain. This person is really generous!"
Li Xia ignored the envious gazes of the people around him. He took the thick bundle of cloth from the shop owner and paid for it.
Dusk floral fabric was six yuan per meter, pure color was five yuan per meter, and ordinary fabric was two yuan per meter.
Li Xia made two sets of clothes for Chu Mengxi and the two milk dumplings. He also made two sets for himself, but he used ordinary cotton fabric.
Sometimes, she was dirty and tired when she worked, and it hurt her heart to wear her clothes.
He spent a total of 78 yuan on the fabric.
It was a little expensive.
However, when he thought about how Chu Mengxi and the two little ones had not worn new clothes for two to three years, this little bit of money was nothing!
Li Xia handed the cloth to the tailor shop owner.
"Whoa!" The boss exclaimed in surprise. Young man, you bought such a good fabric. Isn't this 70 to 80 yuan? Are you that rich?”
Li Xia smiled and said," My wife and children haven't worn new clothes for a long time. We still have to spend money."”
The tailor shop owner gave Li Xia a thumbs up.""You are a good man."
In the past two days, there were not many people coming to the tailor shop to make new clothes. They only had to sew and mend.
Therefore, the few sets of clothes that Li Xia had ordered could be done in an afternoon.
After taking the receipt, Li Xia left the tailor shop and drove the donkey cart to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Li Xia had a clear goal now. As a man, he had to work hard to earn money.
Li Xia had to make use of the half-day in the afternoon to catch eels and sell fish in the morning.
Going up the mountain to pick Chinese medicinal herbs was not a reliable way to earn money. It all depended on one's looks and was rejected by Li Xia.
In his previous life, Li Xia had been in the food and beverage industry, and he had learned his craft from the master of the state banquet.
Although he wasn't as proficient as Qing Yulan, he could still be considered proficient.
The strength and technique of kneading the dough…
How much water was added to a catty of flour, and how much money was added…
When making cooked wheaten food, the temperature and humidity of the environment determined the ratio of yeast and white sugar…
All the experiences and techniques kept surging in his mind!
Li Xia decided on another way to earn money--
At the beginning, he made buns, shumai, steamed dumplings, and so on, and set up a stall to sell them.
Whether or not this path could earn money depended entirely on one's skills.
Li Xia was confident in his skills.
Therefore, there was a chance.
Li Xia walked into the supply and marketing cooperative to buy the ingredients to make the buns.
He bought 15 catties of flour without using food stamps. It was 16 cents per catty, which cost him 2.40 yuan.
Three catties of eggs cost 25 cents per catty, which was 75 cents.
Sanyuan bought a large bag of yeast powder, which weighed 500 grams.
After that, Li Xia went to the meat factory and bought eight catties of pork. The fat and lean pork was one yuan per catty, so he spent eight yuan.
……
As for the steamer and other tools to steam the buns, Li Xia had exquisite bamboo weaving skills and could make them himself.
It could save some costs.
He packed the purchased items and placed them on the cart.
Before leaving, Li Xia did not forget to buy two sticks of candied haws. He promised the two milk dumplings that he would not disappoint them.
Tanghulu was five cents a stick, very cheap.
Back in the village, Li Xia brought the ingredients he had purchased into the kitchen.
The two milk dumplings were in the courtyard hugging candied haws and eating them with relish.
As long as there was food, the two little fellows would be particularly well-behaved.
Li Xia once again drove the donkey cart out and went up the mountain to chop bamboo.
When he returned, he found Old Zhao who was working in the fields.
"Uncle Zhao, are you busy?"
Li Xia grinned, revealing his big white teeth.
"Oh, it's the street…cough, it's Little Li!”
Old Zhao coughed to hide his embarrassment.
It was difficult to change his words.
Old Zhao saw the donkey cart behind Li Xia and sighed again,"
"Kid, you're not the same as before. You even have a donkey cart!”
However, Old Zhao felt that a donkey was not as good as a cow.
He then saw the bamboo on the cart and asked in puzzlement,
"Why did you chop so much bamboo?"
"Make a few steamers and steam the buns.”Li Xia replied.
Old Zhao was a little speechless.
"What are you looking for me for?"
"I want to buy some leeks and cabbages from your field.”Li Xia said.
"Buy my chives and cabbages?"
Old Zhao was stunned for a moment. How could rural people buy vegetables? They would grow them in their own vegetable fields!
However, on second thought, it seemed that in the entire Shangrong Village, only Li Xia's family had the fewest vegetables and the smallest size.
You didn't farm properly and idled around all day. Now, you don't even have vegetables to eat, but you still want to buy them!
How embarrassing!
Old Zhao shook his head and sighed."You, don't waste your time. Plant your own land well. Forget it. If you want to eat chives and cabbages, go to my field and pluck some.”
"Uncle Zhao, I want a lot.”
Old Zhao raised his eyebrows." Aren't you just making steamed buns? How many leeks and cabbages can you use?"”
"Ten catties of leeks and cabbage each," Li Xia said.”
"What?" Old Zhao thought he had heard wrong." Why do you want so many? How many buns do you want to make?”
"About 300 buns." Li Xia said.
"What? Three, three hundred buns!"
Old Zhao's eyes widened." You, can your family finish all of them? I made so many buns."
300 buns would be too much!
"Uncle, I didn't eat it at home. I wanted to sell it at the market." Li Xia smiled.”
"Selling, selling buns?"
Old Zhao frowned and nodded."This street punk really knows how to make trouble. He wants to sell buns again.”
"Little Li, it's good that you have the idea of making money, but do you know how many shops sell buns in the market? Are you sure your buns can be sold?”
"Let's try." Li Xia laughed.
Old Zhao looked at Li Xia's expression and knew that this kid wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.
Did they think that doing business was that simple? If that was the case, everyone would have gone to sell buns.
If he could sell 50 of them, he would be considered lucky.
Old Zhao seemed to be able to see a bloody lesson that was about to happen…
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