At night, the kerosene lamp was still lit at Chen's Steamed Bun Shop in Tongzhou, and a few whispers could be heard from time to time.
"Brother Chunxu, we only sold a few buns today. Is this really feasible?" Li Xiran asked.
Chunxu looked at the flour accumulated around him and sighed: "Nothing is easy. Let's look at it again. If it doesn't work, we will do something else."
Listening to the words of Chunxu and Xi Ran, Granny Zhang on the side smiled slightly: "I agree with Chunxu. Let's wait and see."
"But, we have been like this for almost a year." Li Xiran seemed to not want to continue making steamed buns.
"Let's see again. If sales have not increased within a month, we will do something else." Chunxu consoled him.
At this time, six-year-old Chen Ziyuan, who was sitting across the table and looking down at the round copper coins, said what he was thinking: "Mom, Uncle Xu, I want to study."
After hearing Zi Yuan's words, Sun Chunxu looked at Li Xiran.
"Let's do this. If you make more money this month than last month, I will send you to study now. If you make less money than last month, you will have to wait until you have more money to study. You Are you willing?" Chunxu said.
After hearing this, Zi Yuan, who was only eight years old, looked at Sun Chunxu with a smile on his face: "I do."
"Okay. It's a deal!" Chunxu said with a smile.
Ziyuan also responded: "It's hard to chase a horse!"
Although Ziyuan has not gone to school yet, at the age of eight, he learned some words from Sun Chunxu, who had little knowledge.
The next day, before dawn, Ziyuan, who was only eight years old, got up early, looked at the snowy weather outside the window, and sneaked into the fire room.
All I saw was a tiny glow of fire in the darkness.
Ziyuan held a kerosene lamp in one hand and stopped in front of the steamer high above.
After carefully putting down the kerosene lamp, Ziyuan found a small stool from around and placed it gently on the open space in front of the steamer. Then he put one small hand on the edge of the stove, and the other small hand carefully moved his two feet Stepped on the stool.
After standing on the ground, just as Ziyuan was thinking about taking off the pot lid and taking the leftover buns from yesterday, a big fat mouse stepped on Ziyuan's hand and ran away. Ziyuan was so frightened that he held the buns in his hand. It deserved to fall to the ground.
Fortunately, the pot lid is made of wood, and since there are many rats here, the noise did not wake up Grandma Zhang, Li Xiran and Sun Chunxu who were sleeping soundly.
Ziyuan patted his chest gently with his small hands, trying to calm down his heart.
After exhaling, Ziyuan picked up a bun from the steamer, sat on the bench and tasted it.
During the tasting, Ziyuan didn't notice anything strange, nor did he find it unpalatable.
While eating, Ziyuan was still thinking about why the people in the city didn't buy the buns.
While eating, Ziyuan also peeled off another bun. Under the moonlight and the shadow of the kerosene lamp, he could see that it was a bun filled with vegetables.
It's big, stuffed enough, and most importantly, it's cheap, so why aren't there people willing to buy it?
At some point, the sky got a little brighter, and Sun Chunxu had already gotten up and was about to walk to the fire room.
Just as Chunxu approached the fire house, he saw a faint light emanating from the fire house.
At first, Chunxu thought it was because the fire from last night had not been extinguished until now, but he clearly remembered that he fell asleep after seeing the fire extinguish last night.
This is strange. Is there a thief?
Without thinking much, Chunxu hurriedly picked up the wooden sticks on the side and walked cautiously into the fire room.
When he opened the door of the kitchen, he saw a figure sitting there. Chunxu mistakenly thought it was a thief. Without saying a word, he raised his stick, shouted: "Thief!" and swung at the figure.
"Uncle Xu!" Ziyuan shouted hurriedly.
Fortunately, Chunxu quickly retracted the stick in his hand and almost hit Chen Ziyuan, an eight-year-old naughty boy who had not yet seen the outside world clearly.
"Ziyuan, you... got up so early, what are you doing in the fire room?" Chunxu asked.
Ziyuan raised his head and looked at the pitch-black Chunxu: "Uncle Xu, I'm looking for the reason why our buns haven't been sold."
Listening to Zi Yuan's explanation, Chun Xu smiled slightly, sat next to Zi Yuan, and asked, "Then... have you found the reason?"
Ziyuan shook his head and looked at Chunxu with a questioning look on his face: "Uncle Xu, tell me, we have been eating steamed buns for a long time. There is no problem. Why doesn't anyone buy them?"
"That's right. Your mother's buns are the most delicious in the world, but they can't be sold in Tongzhou City," Chunxu said.
"Uncle Xu, why don't you wait a little while? Mom is ready. I'll take a few buns to the street and let them try them for free to see what's wrong." Zi Yuan said excitedly.
"No!" Chunxu denied.
"Why, Uncle Xu, I've been here for so long and I haven't even gone shopping once." Zi Yuan said aggrievedly,
"You can't go to the streets, stay with your mother. Do you know how many people are out there trying to arrest you?!" Chunxu said.
Zi Yuan was stunned and looked at Chun Xu: "Uncle Xu, I didn't see anyone anywhere, so don't lie to me. Don't worry, I won't get lost."
"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Stay with your mother. Uncle Xu and I will do this."
Seeing that Uncle Xu was so unwilling to agree, the mother would definitely not agree either, so Ziyuan had no choice but to agree: "Okay."
"obedient."
"Uncle Xu, when can I go shopping?" Zi Yuan asked curiously.
"When you grow up, are taller than Uncle Xu, and have better martial arts skills than me, then you can go."
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"Try the fresh buns."
At this time, Chunxu was carrying steamed buns and promoting on the streets of Tongzhou City.
I saw everyone shaking their heads, saying something that Chunxu couldn't understand, and then left. Instead, what came instead was a group of ragged beggars.
With no choice, Chunxu could only give a plate of steamed buns to the beggar.
A few beggars took it and started eating it.
I thought that the beggar would be willing to accept this taste, but now it seems that it is unexpected.
I saw that several beggars threw the buns on the ground and ran away after taking a bite.
He is really a beggar who wears a fur coat and is poor and sophisticated.
Seeing that the beggar had gone away, Chunxu reluctantly returned to the bun shop.
As soon as he saw Chunxu coming back, Ziyuan ran towards Chunxu quickly.
"How's it going? Uncle Xu." Zi Yuan asked.
Chunxu shook his head and said, "The passers-by didn't even eat it, but the beggar did. He took one bite and threw it away."
Listening to Chunxu's words, Li Xiran, who was making buns, suddenly doubted himself even more: "Could it be that the buns I made are so bad? You can't even taste them if they're not delicious?" After muttering to himself, Li Xiran took a bun and tasted it.
"Uncle Xu, why don't you go to a nearby bun shop and buy some buns, and let's see what's different," Zi Yuan said.
After hearing this, Chunxu clapped his hands and said, "This is a good idea!" As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared.
Soon, Chunxu bought a bun.
This steamed bun seemed so strange that Nanny Zhang came over to it.
"These buns are so small. Look how big our buns are. Could it be that the smaller buns are more delicious?" Li Xiran said.
"You'll know after you try it," Chunxu said.
After saying that, the four people tore open the bun and tasted it.
While eating, Ziyuan, who was only eight years old, couldn't stand it anymore: "It's so spicy! It's so spicy!" After saying that, Ziyuan went to find water.
Suddenly, Chunxu discovered the difference, just like "there is no way out after mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and dark flowers".
"Could it be that as long as the buns are made spicy, people will eat them?" Chunxu said.
After saying that, several people started to try it.
