"The director said that we are school family members and it is okay to digest it within the school." Yi Chun said.

"That's good." Because of the field director's words, Wang Lan's anxious heart finally fell.

Yi Chun is allowed to sell steamed buns in school. It is justified.

Because red bean paste buns taste good.

It's an exclusive business.

Therefore, twenty kilograms a day is not enough to sell.

Yi Chun told Wang Lan again: "Mom, the boss said the buns are selling too hot, so he will add ten kilograms to make a total of thirty kilograms."

Wang Lan was delighted: "Thirty kilograms! Haha, I can earn four yuan and fifty cents a day."

Yi Qiu showed off: "Mom, I can also make more money."

"Awesome! Our Qiu girl has grown up." Wang Lan said with a smile.

"Yi Chun, hurry up and prepare flour. There is only enough for tomorrow." Wang Lan said to Yi Chun.

"Okay! Mom, I'll ask Uncle Chen to deliver it this afternoon," Yi Chun said.

Yi Chun asked for leave again in the last class in the afternoon.

He went to the grain store and bought another fifty kilograms of flour and asked Uncle Chen to deliver it.

Then, as soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he repeated his old tricks.

After a while, he was carrying 20 kilograms of flour and holding soy flour and saccharin in his hand: "Mom, open the door quickly!"

Wang Lan opened the door and took a look, and quickly helped him carry the flour, saying: "This kid, ask your dad to carry it next time."

Yi Qiu came back from school and said: "Brother, you asked for leave again."

"What are you yelling about? I'm afraid mom doesn't know that you don't want to make money anymore?" Yi Chun knocked Yi Qiu on the head.

"Brother, if I don't say anything, I'll be fooled." Yi Qiu rubbed his head.

At this time, Uncle Chen's voice came from outside the door.

Yi Chun quickly opened the door.

Uncle Chen put fifty kilograms of flour in the kitchen.

Yi Chun took a cucumber, a loofah, a cabbage and a few peppers to Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen happily put it in his bag and thought: "These are all my children's favorite dishes. It's great. We can eat them at Hollywood tonight."

Uncle Chen carried his bag and went out to ride his bicycle.

After dinner.

Yi Chun took a knife and a hoe and quietly entered the space while Wang Lan was not paying attention.

He asked Director Liu for the hoe a few days ago.

He said there was too much grass in front of and behind the door.

Director Liu approved him to go to the warehouse and get a hoe.

Yi Chun enters the space.

That vegetable patch.

Except for a few vegetables that were kept for planting, he had already harvested the rest.

Now, he uses a hoe to hoe the grass and loosen the soil.

The seeds given by Amu’s mother have not been planted yet.

So, Yi Chun started sowing and watering again.

Yi Chun discovered.

The space has undergone some changes.

There is a flat land on the right leading to the building.

About twenty square meters.

The soil is very hard and not fertile at all.

It seems that growing vegetables is definitely not possible.

Then surround it with branches first.

Maybe we can raise pigs and chickens.

"Yi Chun, Yi Chun, come and take a bath quickly." Wang Lan's voice came.

"Coming." Yi Chun hurriedly came out of the space.

"Mom, I'm going to fetch water first and let Yi Qiu wash up first." After Yi Chun finished speaking, he put on his slippers and went to borrow a bucket from Teacher Li's house next door to fetch water.

By the river.

Yi Chun took off her slippers.

Walking into the river, it’s so cool! So comfortable!

Suddenly, he felt something in his trousers.

When I caught it, it turned out to be two small fish.

Yi Chun took a closer look and saw that the small fish was about two fingers wide and one palm long.

Yi Chun surprise.

Put them in the bucket quickly.

Yi Chun fills up the water.

Carry two buckets of water and rush home.

Back home.

He poured the fish into the water tank.

While Wang Lan and the others were not paying attention, they took some well water into the space.

Pour into the water tank.

Yi Chun continued to carry water until the water tank was full.

The next morning.

Thirty kilograms of flour were used to make more than 450 steamed buns.

I left a few buns.

"Fortunately, Lao Wang is very handy and made a few baskets for us. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to deliver these buns," Wang Lan said.

"Isn't it? There are more than four hundred buns!" Yi Chun said.

Yi Zhengshun, Yi Chun, and Yi Qiu hurried out carrying a basket of steamed buns on their backs.

Wang Lan also followed closely behind.

When he arrived at the school gate, Yi Zhengshun put down his backpack and rushed back to work.

Yi Chun asked Wang Lan to look at the basket of buns at the school gate.

He asked Yi Qiu to be responsible for teaching the three first-grade classes.

I was sent to three classes in the second grade of junior high school.

After Yi Chun handed out the steamed buns, he quickly took the empty backpack to the school gate.

He handed the empty basket to Wang Lan and told her to go home first.

There are about 150 buns in Wang Lan's basket.

Yi Chun hurriedly carried it to the third class of junior high school to sell.

He shuttled between several classes in the third grade of junior high school.

After a while, the red bean paste buns were gone.

You're done.

The morning self-study English reading aloud started again.

During the break, Yi Chun put the money he received into his schoolbag.

"The number of pre-ordered buns will be released tomorrow morning."

"A whole five hundred buns."

Yi Chun smiled.

Amu and Yi Chun walked out of the classroom.

Go for a walk around the playground.
To be continued...