There were a total of thirty-six people on the construction site, and thirty of them bought ice powder.
The remaining six people were probably because their families were really poor and they just couldn't bear it.
Cheng Wanwan glanced at the bucket and saw that there were at least seventy or eighty bowls of ice powder. They would definitely not be able to sell them here and would have to be moved to another place.
She thought about where to go next.
Zhao Dashan and Zhao Sanniu excitedly sat on the edge counting money.
Zhao Dashan was stunned: "The total is sixty-four cents. Mother, how can you earn so much in one day!"
Zhao Sanniu also had a look of disbelief: "Carrying a big bag a day only costs 20 cents, and selling ice powder can make 64 cents. Our family is going to become a rich man!"
Cheng Wanwan: "..."
Can these two boys stop acting like they have never seen the world?
She said angrily: "The brown sugar added to the ice powder cost 40 cents. These porcelain bowls and spoons cost 30 cents. You haven't even made back the cost. Why are you so happy?"
Zhao Dashan and Zhao Sanniu's dark faces immediately fell.
The two of them counted on their fingers how far they still needed to make money, but they couldn't figure it out.
Cheng Wanwan packed up her things: "Eat something first, and then go to the next place."
Zhao Dashan and Zhao Sanniu picked up two loads of things and followed her to the street.
Although the morning market had ended, there were still many food stalls on the street. Cheng Wanwan sat down at a noodle shop stall.
Zhao Sanniu immediately grabbed her: "Mom, I can just eat the steamed buns..."
A plain steamed bun costs two cents, but a bowl of noodles here costs ten cents. They need to sell five bowls of ice noodles to make back the money.
Zhao Dashan shook his head violently: "Mom, let's just go back and eat. Hui Niang must have made a lot of delicious food..."
"Eat as long as you are told!" Cheng Wanwan looked worried at his two silly sons, "How will you have the strength to work if you are not full? I will continue to sell ice powder later, and I will go back after selling out."
Zhao Dashan and Zhao Sanniu had no choice but to sit down.
The boss quickly brought three bowls of noodles. As soon as the aroma wafted over, Zhao Sanniu's saliva immediately flowed out and dripped on the table. He quickly wiped it off with his sleeves while no one was looking.
Cheng Wanwan picked up the chopsticks: "Eat quickly."
Zhao Dashan and Zhao Sanniu immersed themselves in eating noodles. They devoured the noodles and even drank the noodle soup.
Cheng Wanwan couldn't bear to look at this scene. She turned around and talked to the noodle stall owner: "Sister-in-law, do you know there is a school in Ping'an Town?"
"The largest school in Ping'an Town is Dekang School, run by an old scholar. However, the old scholar is old and can't remember things." The boss lowered his voice, "Now many people send their children to Hekou Town next door. Studying, Hekou Town was founded by a master who held the title of civil servant, so only by studying there can you be successful."
Cheng Wanwan vaguely remembered that Cheng Zhao, the most promising child of the Cheng family, seemed to be studying in a school in Hekou Town, called Nanfu Academy.
She made a calculation in her mind and asked: "How long does it take to get to Hekou Town from here?"
"It's not far. It's only half an hour's walk away."
Cheng Wanwan thanked the boss, paid thirty cents, and then headed to Hekou Town with his two sons.
It was noon, and there was no oxcart at the entrance of the town. The mother and son could only walk there. It was at the end of noon that they finally saw the city wall of Hekou Town.
Just by looking at it, Cheng Wanwan felt that Hekou Town was more economically developed than Ping'an Town, with people coming and going everywhere. There was a big river not far away on the edge of the city, and there were scattered boats on the sinking river. It will probably be more lively in Bian.
There were not many people in Ping'an Town after the morning market, but Hekou Town was still full of people.
Zhao Dashan and Zhao Sanniu looked left and right, and their eyes were a little tired. It was their first time in Hekou Town, and everything was strange to them.
Cheng Wanwan took her son across the street. She glanced at the grain store out of habit. The food in Hekou Town was not cheap. The price of corn actually rose to ten cents, but white rice and flour were not sold at all. They probably know that ordinary people can't afford it.
When she turned around, she saw a woman kneeling on the ground at the door of the grain store, and next to her was a sallow-looking girl, about four or five years old.
The woman's tears kept falling: "The family is out of food. If this continues, all the children will starve to death. I can only give this girl away. I can take her away for three hundred copper coins. Please be kind..." "
The four or five-year-old girl cried very pitifully. Her big eyes looked at the people watching, full of panic.
Cheng Wanwan's mood was extremely complicated.
If she were in this situation, she would rather starve to death than sell the child she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.
Buying a girl for three hundred coins is not expensive at all, but this girl is not the only one in the world who is forced to sell herself for food...
As the disaster continues to worsen, more and more people are selling their children, and most of them are probably girls.
Cheng Wanwan withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward with her two sons in heavy steps.
At the end of this street, you reach the famous Nanfu Academy in Hekou Town.
This academy was jointly established by the government and a master who held the exam. The gentlemen invited were at least scholars. Outstanding children from nearby towns would gather here to study after they had reached a certain level of education.
In other words, people who study here either have a talent for reading or their families are not short of money.
There are also some small stalls at the entrance of the school, but most of them sell pens, inks, paper and inkstones, as well as books and paintings, which are full of scholarly atmosphere.
When Cheng Wanwan's stall opened, the boss kindly reminded him: "There is a canteen in Nanfu Academy. The students here basically won't go out to buy these foods. Auntie, it's better to find another place."
"Thanks for the reminder." Cheng Wanwan said with a smile, "I'm here now, let's try it."
Zhao Sanniu had already borrowed a table, and the mother and son laid out the ice powder for trial in a row. As soon as they finished their work, a ringing sound came from the academy.
When the bell rang, the vendor at the door immediately stood up straight, looking energetic and ready to welcome customers.
Not long after, students came out of the academy in small groups.
They were wearing uniform white and blue college uniforms. Looking over, the handsome young man Yi Shui was very eye-catching.
Cheng Wanwan and her two sons started shouting.
"I sell ice powder, refreshing ice powder!"
“Free trial, limited quantity, first come, first served!”
Several stall owners nearby were stunned.
This is an academy, a sacred place for reading and writing. Why does this woman keep yelling regardless of the occasion?
Those who sell pens, inks, paper and inkstones are very elegant. If anyone sells pens, inks, papers and inkstones in such a vulgar way, those students won't even look at them!
The vendors silently lit a stick of wax for Cheng Wanwan. Today was the first time they saw this aunt, and it was probably the last time.
However!
To everyone's surprise, three or five students actually came over and stopped directly in front of Cheng Wanwan's stall.
