The deal to serve breakfast next door didn’t work out after all.

After all, we asked for too little, not even twenty cages.

Zhang Yu just felt pity and didn't take it to heart. After all, he couldn't give up the one in the county just because of this order.

Zhang Yu, who was very thoughtful, returned to the house and started working on tomorrow's materials.

However, after Uncle Li returned home from his busy work, he casually told his mother-in-law the price of Zhang Yu's soup dumplings that afternoon during dinner.

As a result, when Uncle Li's wife came out to enjoy the cool night, she immediately told this matter as gossip.

By the next morning, word had spread throughout the village that Xiaozhang, who had just moved in, was selling very expensive soup dumplings. This shocked a group of women, uncles and aunts.

"What kind of buns does he sell? Are they so expensive?"

"Soup dumplings, order one this big!" Someone gestured.

"Then he can't make hundreds of yuan this day?"

"A few hundred? It's possible if you come forward."

The wave in the square was fairly normal.

The wave at the entrance of the village has changed.

"My seventh aunt and eighth aunt's sister's neighbor's neighbor said that her buns cost 5 yuan each, and a basket of 8 for 40 yuan!" This man spoke with certainty, spitting everywhere, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Similar.

A group of old men next to me, smoking cigarettes and enjoying the cool breeze, took a deep breath.

Are these buns eaten by the emperor? Are they so expensive?

"What's that? I heard that people can sell this amount in a day..." The person who answered made a gesture.

"Five hundred?" someone asked in surprise.

"What five hundred?" He glanced sideways at the other party, "What five hundred? It's five thousand!"

"How is that possible?" someone exclaimed.

"How is it impossible?" The man immediately retorted, "Think about it, one cage is forty, ten cages a day is four hundred, what about one hundred cages? That's four thousand! Is selling one hundred cages a day considered too much?

?"

A bunch of old men who don’t cook and only eat when they get home were shocked when they heard this explanation!

One hundred cages is really not too much!

After the gang dispersed and met other people, they casually recounted the gossip they had just heard.

As a result, without Zhang Yu knowing it, by the time he was sleeping, word had spread that he was selling steamed buns for ten yuan each and could earn eight thousand yuan a day!

At about nine o'clock the next morning, Zhang Yu came back from selling soup dumplings. As he passed the entrance of the village, he was suddenly stopped by a group of women enjoying the cool weather and gathering vegetables.

Zhang Yu was a little confused as to why these people were calling him. After all, he had rarely chatted with these women this month.

But it still stopped.

As a result, he heard a group of people talking in a hurry, like hundreds of ducks quacking in his ears. When he heard what the other party said clearly, Zhang Yu was stunned.

"Xiao Zhang, I heard that your steamed buns cost ten yuan each, right?"

Ten yuan each? How is that possible?

Just as he was about to explain, he heard another aunt say with gleaming eyes: "Xiao Zhang, don't you earn several thousand dollars a day?"

Zhang Yu was stunned.

How many thousand a day? Who said that?

"Xiao Zhang, why don't you accept a disciple? Look at my child..."

Are you planning to learn skills from a teacher?

"Xiao Zhang, are you still short of people over there? Look, I can also make noodles. You just need to pay me some salary every month..."

Are you planning to make some money? Or are you planning to steal a lesson?

"Xiaozhang..."

……

When Zhang Yu came to his senses, he was surrounded by a group of women and old people. Several children were looking at the steamer in his car, staring directly at the legendary buns that cost ten yuan a piece.<

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Zhang Yu quickly reached out his hand to tell everyone to stop talking. If he kept talking, he would be earning over 10,000 yuan a day.

In my last life, I only had a monthly salary of more than 20,000 yuan. Now when I am not working, you say my monthly salary is hundreds of thousands!

The hell if I go to work, you are not allowed to say that my monthly salary is one million?

"Sisters and aunts, where did you hear that my soup dumplings cost 10 yuan each? I sell six of them in a basket, and they only cost 10 yuan, not 10 yuan each." Zhang Yu smiled bitterly.<

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What does this mean? When did he sell it at such a high price? Although he wanted to sell it at such a high price, conditions did not allow it!

This matter needs to be made clear!

If you don’t explain clearly, these eldest sisters and aunts don’t know how to spread themselves?

Maybe it will become a series told by the person involved himself.

Although he had eaten soup dumplings at 5 yuan a piece, 8 yuan a piece, and 15 yuan a piece in Shanghai, in this small county on the 18th tier, he would not be scolded for the price.

Maybe the words "profiteer" and "crazy money-minded" will come out of other people's mouths.

If you encounter someone who is petty, report it directly to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. You will be disgusted to death.

When I meet someone who understands the law, I will tell you a price without a price~~~

By the way, mark the price when you get back!

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Zhang Yu simply got out of the car and took out the three drawers of soup dumplings reserved for himself and his cats and dogs.

"Look, everyone, it's such a big one, how can I sell it for 10 yuan each?" As he said this, he asked everyone to try one.

"Ten yuan a cage, so it's one yuan and six a cage!" Someone muttered, but after eating Zhang Yu's soup dumplings, his eyes suddenly lit up.

One dollar and six a piece doesn’t seem that expensive, right?

“Delicious, so delicious!”

“My mouth is filled with the taste of chicken soup after eating these soup dumplings, it’s amazing.”

"The price doesn't seem to be that expensive anymore."

"Xiang, this craftsmanship is amazing!"

"Auntie, eat slowly, bite this first and take a sip of the soup..."

"Mom, I still want to eat."

……

His soup dumplings have been kept in the steamer, and he has not poured out the hot water in the pot. It is still hot, and given the weather, it is still hot in everyone's mouths.

After dividing the soup dumplings between the two steamers, he put them together and didn't care who ate more.

"Sisters, are my soup dumplings okay?" Zhang Yu smiled.

Eaters have short mouths.

A group of women immediately started boasting.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Yu left.

At this moment, the group of female comrades who sat back on their chairs began to guess how much Zhang Yu could earn in a day.

Of course, no one said anything about the income of several thousand a day, and everyone began to guess it was a few hundred.

Someone asserted: "I guess it's not even a thousand, but maybe eight or nine hundred! You see, this cage is ten yuan, and if you sell a hundred cages a day, it's one thousand yuan. Just those steamed buns, no, they're soup dumplings."

Meat, how much does it cost? The gross profit is at least eight or nine hundred." He gestured with an eight.

As soon as he said this, the women sitting around and folding vegetables suddenly looked envious in their eyes.

However, the woman who knew how to make pasta sneered at the words. Although that was the calculation, the soup dumplings had to be made, not made by a machine.

They usually have a good idea of ​​how fast they can make their own buns, and how many they can make in an hour.

And it seems that the other party came back before 9:30, and the sales lasted for 2-3 hours at most in the morning. How much can the other party pack per person?

These people who knew it well did not open their mouths to explain. Instead, their minds became active and they began to think about selling breakfast buns in the morning.

They don’t know how to make soup dumplings, but they can make vegetable buns and meat buns!

And it doesn’t seem to take much time. Isn’t it just about making some money to support the family?

As for how much profit can be made? Can they, who often make steamed buns at home, not know?
Chapter completed!