Although I have some idea of what I'm going to do, I can't start immediately. There is no hand-pushed breakfast cart in this era. Yang Dongxu must find a way to make one.
This thing is simple, although it does not have a liquefied gas tank and cannot use electricity. Therefore, the buns must be steamed at home in advance and placed on the dining cart, and then a smaller briquette stove can be used to keep the buns in the steamer warm in the dining cart.
The dining cart is easy as long as it has a chassis, and other parts of the dining cart can be built with wooden strips. Even Yang Dongxu, who did not study mechanical design, drew the entire dining car with a pencil tip in a few strokes, with scales marked on it.
The place where steamed buns are steamed is a bit troublesome. It's obviously not very quiet in a large courtyard, and it's easy to attract attention. Besides, there wasn't such a big stove for steaming buns in the courtyard. In the end, Yang Dongxu could only focus on the small courtyard of Old Man Xuan.
"No, I can't say anything. Promising to help you sell steamed buns is my maximum limit. The courtyard is in a mess if I can't control it." Xuan Laolou glared at Yang Dongxu, as if he would slap him if he said anything he didn't agree with.
"This is not helping me, but also helping yourself, isn't it? If we don't build a breakfast cart, how can we make money? If we don't make money, how can we buy a house? If we don't have a house, how can we provide for you in old age? How can we buy those antique calligraphy and paintings? How..."
"Yes, yes, I'll count you as a pirate ship when I meet you." Old Man Xuan interrupted Yang Dongxu, who was counting on his fingers.
Yang Dongxu immediately changed from the Tang Monk just now to a little child, grinning widely: "Don't worry, Old Man Xuan, you must be right to listen to me. With the first money we make, we won't do anything. Let's buy a big one first." House, so that you won’t be miserable in this small courtyard.”
"I'm dead. Just dig a hole and bury it for me. I don't want the big house." Old man Xuan looked at Yang Dongxu with a desolate look on his face, and then he started to get angry.
Yang Dongxu actually asked him to dismantle the grape trellis, which was his lifeblood. Is it easy for him to grow a few grape trellises into the size that covers the small courtyard in front of him?
"Temporary, just temporary. These grape trellises are too much in the way. Not to mention that the bugs above will fall into the steamer. If we just set up a stove below and put the steamer on top, the grape trellis is too short to block it, isn't it?
Besides, if there is a fire below and the water vapor rises, the grape trellis will be burned to death sooner or later. It is better to move them somewhere now. Don’t worry, it’s just moving it away, not cutting it down. When we buy the courtyard, can we transplant the whole plant and the frame for you? "
"You're just a bastard." Old Man Xuan roared.
It’s easy to use a steamer. There are many old BJ’s that sell steamed buns. The steamer used to steam steamed buns and steamed buns can be used equally. Just hire a bricklayer to build the stove in the yard. There is no shortage of such craftsmen in the alley.
They may be wary of taking on business in private, but they are absolutely satisfied when they can help their neighbors and have a meaty lunch. The two wheels on the cart's chassis are a bit confusing.
These days, anything with wheels seems to be a precious thing. When I asked many people, their opinions were similar to buying a bicycle. After all, it is also made of steel rings, not the natural and rare wood structure of the past.
After searching for a long time, Grandma Liu gave me the idea and ran to the scrap station to find a rusty and scrapped one. After trying it, it looked a bit messed up, but the middle bar and bearing were fine. I put some oil on it and added the missing bar. I found a larger bicycle repair shop to fix the tire.
Taking this thing on the car ride home? Forget it, if you have the strength, you might as well push it home. I have too many memories of pushing the chassis of this kind of car around in the countryside. Is it possible to lay the car flat, put a chassis wheel like this on the handlebars, and instantly transform it into a human-powered four-wheel car?
"This thing is really light." The wooden dining cart doesn't weigh much, even if there are two coal stoves sitting underground. It doesn't weigh much. Zhou Ya, a thin little girl, can push it without going uphill or downhill.
"I'll leave the dough making and meat stuffing to you. Sister Ya and I are only responsible for the packaging." Yang Dongxu, who was pushing the chassis wheel back from the bicycle repair shop three kilometers away, panted and drank a cup of tea.
"I know you don't have good intentions. I have to do all the hard work, but it's you, the little bastard, who makes the money." Old Man Xuan blew his beard and stared at the dining cart in his hand.
"You can't say that. You're still planning to let me support you until you die. I'm a little bastard, so if you want me to die for you..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Dongxu immediately jumped up and ran away. Old man Xuan became a little angry.
"Sooner or later you will be pissed off, you little bastard." Old Man Xuan pointed at Yang Dongxu and looked around for weapons such as a feather duster or a broom.
"Calm down, calm down, Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji, do you know?" Seeing that old man Xuan seemed to be really anxious, Yang Dongxu had no choice but to come over to apologize calmly.
After a while, Old Man Xuan finally regained his breath and tapped Yang Dongxu's forehead with his right hand.
Yang Dongxu could only laugh beside him. He really didn't understand what was going on with Old Man Xuan during this time. Could it be that he was stimulated by his godfather suddenly having multiple daughters? He usually drives Yang Dongxu crazy with his words, but his combat effectiveness has plummeted in recent days.
"How do you prepare the stuffing for steamed buns, like what we usually eat? Salt is easy to say, but I don't have much other seasonings. It takes time to make that stuff." Old Man Xuan said, enjoying Yang Dongxu's shoulder-squeezing and leg-beating.
"How can it be like what we usually eat? The buns we eat cost 5 cents each and I think they are cheap. Even the outer dough doesn't need to be too thin. It's a good conscience to bite into the meat filling when you take a big bite. .
So when making the dough, don’t make it sour or hard, and there’s no need to add anything to it. Just don't add too much salt to the meat filling. Just put in ordinary seasonings to increase the flavor. Others don't matter. Yang Dongxu said quickly.
Like those steamed buns that Old Man Xuan usually makes? How is it possible? They are all high-quality products. Yang Dongxu is preparing to use them as his trump card. How is it possible that they are sold as ordinary color-changing products at roadside stalls?
"Isn't this deception?" Old Man Xuan frowned.
"What does it mean to cheat? As long as the flour we use is good flour, not moldy, the meat is indeed pork, not rat meat, and the taste is slightly better than those in the canteen, then it is real. You are really I want to make every bun as fine as the ones we eat, but you’re so exhausted that you can’t even make a few in a day, how can we earn 15 cents each?”
"What rat meat? If you dare to do such shameless things, I'll break your legs."
"A metaphor, a metaphor, it's just a metaphor. If I do that, how can I open a restaurant in the future?" Yang Dongxu quickly comforted him.
"You are going to open a restaurant, are you allowed to do it now?" Old Man Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Didn't you go out to inquire about it during this period? Are you still unsure? This is what I think. Let's sell steamed buns first. When someone sees us making money selling steamed buns and follows suit, we will add some secret ingredients and continue selling steamed buns.
By the time other people's taste has improved, we should have almost made enough money. Then we will open a restaurant, and in the morning we will sell the same steamed buns that we usually sell, but we will also sell those high-quality steamed buns to entertain some distinguished guests.
These are high-quality steamed buns, and they are a distinguished customer, so the price of the steamed buns must be more expensive than ordinary steamed buns, right? Then add some delicious porridge or something. Do you think the people sitting inside, drinking porridge and eating high-quality steamed buns, feel very dignified when looking at the people outside who buy ordinary steamed buns and can only take them away? "
"You must not become an official." Old man Xuan turned his head and looked at Yang Dongxu, who was squeezing his shoulders.
Yang Dongxu was confused when he heard this and didn't know what he meant. Isn't this a discussion on how to sell steamed buns better? It has something to do with being an official.
"Otherwise you must be a traitor." Old Man Xuan continued.
Yang Dongxu was stunned for a moment, and then felt angry. Why did he become a traitor? You hate corrupt officials the most, okay? Before his rebirth, it was just those second-generation officials who were lucky enough to cause trouble and did not encounter him. Otherwise, he would be injured more seriously than himself, believe it or not?
"Don't do business in the future, otherwise you will definitely be a profiteer." Old Man Xuan added.
Doubie kill, hey! Did I say the old man is done? Do you really think of yourself as a magician? I am only seven years old, how did you know that I must be a traitor or a profiteer in the future? Can we still have fun together?
Yang Dongxu has to go to school, so the matter of selling steamed buns can only be left to Old Man Xuan and Zhou Ya. The two of them started busy in the early morning. By the time it was slightly dark, the buns were almost steamed and they were put on the cart with the steamer.
There is also a pot with hot water under the steamer, and under the pot is a coal stove with the gas vent turned on. In this way, the steamed buns in the steamer are still being steamed. Even if there are a few uncooked buns inside, they will be completely cooked on the way to the entrance of the woolen mill, and there will be no under-cooked stuff.
There is a pot on the cart, there is still water in the pot, there is a steamer and hundreds of steamed buns on it. It is obvious that Zhou Ya, a little girl, cannot push it, so Old Man Xuan and Zhou Yiren will help push it.
Zhou Ya didn't know why she wasn't always so close to her father, who was obviously very good to her but was a bit strange. Helping push the food cart every morning before going to work has become one of the few ways Zhou Yiren can get closer to his daughter.
The only reason he was willing to give Yang Dongxu money to do this was because his work required an experiment. Also because he finally saw his daughter showing a rare smile when she had something to do.
Therefore, during this period, as long as Yang Dongxu made any request and put Zhou Ya's name on it, it could be said to be smooth at his godfather's place. It was much easier than before when Zhou Yiren had to explain for a long time before agreeing.
Originally, Yang Dongxu thought that after Old Man Xuan became busy, he would not have to practice Kung Fu. Who would have thought that he still hadn't escaped from the clutches of the devil. Except for the past two days, old man Xuan was worried about where a little girl Zhou Ya would buy things and asked Yang Dongxu to practice by himself.
Within a few days, he delivered the dining car to the place and came back to continue watching Yang Dongxu practice. After he finished his daily homework, made a bucket of medicine and went to school, he went to the woolen mill to watch for a while. After the buns were sold, he and Zhou Ya put them away. There was no delay at all in bringing the dining cart back, and I was able to catch up on my sleep in the morning and feel refreshed for the day.
