Rebirth of a Village Girl

Ni Yan has only been here for five days, but he has brought a lot of traffic to this morning market.

In addition, she is pretty and makes delicious pickled cabbage noodles. Some people even come here to eat pickled cabbage fish noodles.

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The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley.

These people who have been in business for more than ten years are worse than a little girl.

The more these people think about it, the more they feel ashamed.

"Mom, look at her butt twisted like that, she's so wasteful! I don't know if she's here to sell noodles or sell meat!" A mother and daughter selling steamed buns looked angrily at Ni Yan. He was speaking rudely.

Sell ​​meat.

This meat is not that meat, implying that Ni Yan is using his appearance to seduce diners.

The mother's name is Sun Chunxiang, and their daughter's name is Zhu Yonghong.

Zhu Yonghong looked at Ni Yan who was busy and busy, and her heart felt sour.

This Ni Yan looks a few years younger than her. Not only is he beautiful, but he is also very good at doing business. In just a few days, he has taken away all their business!

Seeing that it was like a bustling city over there, but her place was deserted, she felt extremely uncomfortable!

Before Ni Yan came, their buns were the best sellers, and she had the most outstanding facial features in the whole street, so everyone called her Bun Xishi.

Fortunately now, Ni Yan not only took away his business, but also his honor.

It is estimated that this ‘Noodle Xishi’ will be released soon!

Thinking of this, Zhu Yonghong's facial features wrinkled up.

no.

She absolutely couldn't let this happen, she couldn't let anyone take away what was hers.

Sun Chunxiang also looked at Ni Yan with disgust, "This kind of business that relies on selling meat to attract customers won't last long, let's just wait for her to cry."

"That's right." Zhu Yonghong looked back, squinted her eyes, and whispered: "Who knows if there will be a guest one day who will eat something dirty in her noodles!"

Hearing what his daughter was saying, Sun Chunxiang looked at Zhu Yonghong in surprise, "Honghong?"

Zhu Yonghong crossed his arms and said with a smile: "Mom, don't worry, I am sensible." Zhu Yonghong came out early and did well on this street. Through selling steamed buns, he got to know many bad young people in mixed society.

If you really want to do something, it's a piece of cake.

Although we are in the midst of a severe crackdown, there are still many people who commit crimes against the odds.

By the time Ni Yan had sold out all five hundred bowls of noodles, it was already half past ten in the morning.

Even though it's half past ten, there are still many people waiting in line who haven't eaten yet.

In fact, Ni Yan also wants to sell more noodles every day, but she has other things to do, and besides, her body can't bear it. After all, she is only seventeen years old now.

The soup, which weighs nearly two hundred kilograms and is transported here from the suburbs every day, is already the limit of what her body can bear.

Today she sold more than 560 bowls of noodles for a total of 168 yuan and 30 cents.

If more than 500 bowls can be sold every day, that will be 5,040 yuan a month.

Excluding costs and daily expenses, she can earn about 4,800 yuan.

According to this pace, she will be able to rent a shop in two months.

In later generations, 4,800 yuan would be an ordinary basic salary, but in this era, it is a huge sum of money. After all, workers' wages at this time are only a few dozen yuan a month.

It's just that the reputation of self-employed people is not very good at this time, so most people are not willing to do business.

For this reason, the first batch of people who went into business in the 1980s eventually became billionaires.

Small money first, then big money.

After Ni Yan packed up the tables, chairs, coal stove, and sent everything to the shop next door.

In the past, Ni Yan would come here around eight o'clock, and Liu Dongliang would be waiting at the door on time, but today, perhaps because of the delay, Liu Dongliang was nowhere to be seen at the door.

After Ni Yan arranged the tables and chairs, he habitually shouted, "Is Uncle Liu here?"

After putting things away, you must say hello to the owner.

Soon, footsteps could be heard in the house.

Liu Dongliang must be here, Ni Yan said without raising his head: "Uncle Liu, I have put the tables and chairs and everything. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Um...my dad is out for something." A strange male voice came to my ears.

It was a very gentle and jade-like voice, which was in sharp contrast to Liu Dongliang's rough voice.

Hearing this, Ni Yan raised his eyes in surprise and saw a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old standing in front of him. He was very tall, wearing the most popular plaid shirt and trousers made of solid material. In the words of later generations, he was a young boy. A piece of fresh meat.

While looking at Ni Yan, Liu Wei's face was flushed with nervousness, and his palms were covered with a layer of sweat.

People in this era are so innocent.

Ni Yan looked away lightly and said with a smile: "Since Uncle Liu is not here, please tell me that my name is Ni Yan, and Uncle Liu knows me."

Liu Wei nodded, "Okay." After saying that, he continued: "My name is Liu Wei, Liu Bei's Liu, the great Wei."

Ni Yan smiled politely and said, "Nice to meet you. I have something else to do, so I'm going home first." After saying that, he rode his bicycle and left.

The bicycle is very big, with two large iron buckets on the back. The slender figure towers over the bicycle, showing a free and uninhibited beauty. Sure enough, as long as a person is beautiful, everything around him will become beautiful.

Watching Ni Yan's back walking further and further away, Liu Wei exhaled heavily.

How strange.

He had never been so nervous in front of a little girl.

Even the beauty of his class is no different from ordinary people in his eyes, only Ni Yan is different...

This girl, whom he had only met twice, left a deep footprint in Liu Wei's heart.

Unfortunately, she no longer studies.

In the future, I will go to college and do big things...

What is the difference between a girl who has not graduated from junior high school and an illiterate person?

There is no way to take such a girl out to meet people.

Thinking of this, Liu Wei was startled, quickly came to his senses, and patted his head.

What are you thinking about!

Ni Yan bought another 60 kilograms of vegetables and took them home today, and also bought 20 fish.

Because it is summer, to ensure the taste of pickled fish noodle soup, fresh fish must be used, and it is killed and sold on the same day. Dead fish is absolutely unacceptable.

Moreover, dead fish are not good for human health.

Doing business must be worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, so that it can last long.

After returning home, Ni Yan washed and pickled the vegetables, ate a hurried meal, and walked up the mountain carrying the bamboo basket.

Her main purpose of going up the mountain was to find herbal medicine for Ni Cuihua to heal her body. She went to the pharmacy and asked, but the herbs she needed were too expensive! Moreover, there are many kinds of herbs that are not sold to private individuals, so she can only go to the mountains to dig them herself!

The mountains and forests of this era have not been developed yet, and there are many treasures in the mountains.