Just after the Yin Shi Geng was called, Jia Yun pushed the trolley out of the door.

There is a steamer on the car, which is full of steamed vegetable buns. The buns are wrapped in white gauze to keep them warm.

Both the small cart and the large steamer were borrowed, and the advantage of having a large Jia family was reflected at this moment.

It's not easy to borrow money, but it's easy to borrow some tools.

The moonlight was dim and the night wind was blowing, bringing with it a slight chill.

Although it was only around three o'clock in the morning, which was extremely early, there were already pedestrians on the street in twos and threes.

Jia Yun looked at these pedestrians and found that they were roughly divided into three types. One was the officials who needed to go to court, the other was the servants of wealthy families who came out to buy vegetables, and the last one was people like him who came out to make a living.

"Isn't that Jia Qin? Is it possible that you didn't come home last night?"

After arriving at Ningrong Street, Jia Yun saw a familiar figure on the roadside, stumbling and murmuring from time to time. His expression was sometimes excited, sometimes depressed, and occasionally he would yell and curse.

Ningrong Street was brightly lit at night, and a beam of light spilled out from Ningrong's Second Mansion, enough to illuminate the entire street.

Therefore, Ningrong Street is also the busiest street nearby, and the lights at night play an important role in this.

Jia Yun didn't go over to say hello to Jia Qin. Drunk people are the worst to deal with. It's better to have more trouble than less trouble.

Besides, he was still busy doing business, so as soon as he arrived, he found the stall that he had booked with the steward yesterday afternoon, moved the cart horizontally, and started shouting vigorously.

"Baozi, where are the hot buns..."

"Baozi, freshly baked big buns..."

"They sell steamed buns, don't miss it if you pass by, take a look, take a look..."

Speaking of which, the location of his stall is not very good, it is a bit remote, and the good location has already been occupied by others, otherwise Jia Yun would not be shouting so hard.

Fortunately, his voice was loud, clear and resonant. When he made his voice at this time in the early morning, it could be heard throughout the street.

There are also two or three bun sellers on this street. Perhaps because they have been doing business for a long time, they come here lazily and silently in the morning. Therefore, when people passing by heard Jia Yun's shouting, many people were attracted.

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The vegetable buns sold by Jia Yun have three kinds of fillings, cabbage, green vegetables and leeks.

The flour and vegetables produced in the space, coupled with Jia Yun's cooking skills, make the steamed buns naturally delicious, soft in texture, fresh and not greasy, shaped like chrysanthemums, and unique in color, flavor, and shape. The business became hot as soon as it opened.

Everyone has a habit of going to busy places.

The steamed buns cost a penny each, so they were not expensive. People who set up stalls on the street, people who went out to buy vegetables, and people who passed by on their way home from wandering at night were all attracted to it.

Just one bite of the steamed buns made by Jia Yun will whet your appetite and make people want to stop. With his shouting, they quickly become popular.

The wrapping paper used for steamed buns is also made of straw and straw in space. An idea can be generated. Even the wood used to steam the buns was picked up outside the city by the original owner.

One penny per bun, the cost is almost zero.

"These buns are full of ingredients. Although they are filled with vegetables, the soup inside is full of oil and water. They are delicious and very delicious!"

At first, everyone was silent, each eating his own food. Suddenly someone said something, which immediately attracted a burst of agreement. People began to squat on the roadside in twos and threes, eating and chatting.

"Yeah, these buns have thin skin and big fillings. The most important thing is that they taste delicious. I've made a profit today."

"The taste is delicious, but it's a pity that it only has vegetable fillings. It would be better if it had pork and green onions!"

"Haha, just be satisfied. I haven't seen any oil added to the stuffing. It's no less oily and watery than pork and green onions."

When I opened the steamer, the aroma of the steamed buns immediately penetrated my nose. Look at the steaming, white and plump big buns. When you break one open, the "juice" will flow out. It's really tempting!

Eating a few steamed buns in the morning is both convenient and anti-hungry.

Jia Yun steamed a total of ten steamer steamed buns today, with eighty buns in each basket. He had expected that they would be sold out in the morning, but he did not expect that all the steamed buns would be sold out at dawn.

After eight hundred coins were put into her account, Jia Yun packed her things and said with a smile to the customers who had not yet bought the buns:

"Come back tomorrow. I will prepare more tomorrow to ensure that everyone can eat hot steamed buns. I'm sorry for you today. It's the first day of opening. I don't know the market, so I don't have a little preparation. I apologize to you all.

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Jia Yun knew many of them. It was almost dawn now, and people from the Jia family were gradually taking to the streets. Even a few servants of the Jia family came over to buy steamed buns to eat.

There was a boy who claimed to be Jia Lian, named Xing'er. Before Jia Yun left, he laughed and said:

"By the way, you must prepare more. I know you. You are brother Yun, the son of the fifth sister-in-law in the west corridor. I went to your house when I went to give you family gifts at the beginning of the year. I will buy some when I come tomorrow.

If you don't get the buns, I will definitely scold you."

Jia Yun cupped her hands and said: "Haha, what you said really scared me. Okay, even if you don't come tomorrow, I will leave a cage unsold and wait for you to buy it."

"Haha, that's interesting. Just your words will do the trick!" Xing'er laughed.

After greeting everyone for a few more words, Jia Yun pushed the cart to the steward and paid a month's stall fee, a total of three hundred coins.

After that, he did not rush home, but went to buy a few sacks and a few wine jars.

When she came to the carrying place, Jia Yun packed fifty kilograms of flour and fifty kilograms of rice in sacks, a jar of soybean oil in a wine jar, and put a few handfuls of vegetables on the cart, ready to take them home.

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"Life is getting better and better!" Jia Yun said happily as she pushed the car back, with a warm smile on her face.

Yesterday afternoon, Bu's illness was getting better. He is expected to be able to go to the field today. Now he can make money by selling steamed buns. If he steams more steamed buns tomorrow, he should be able to sell out all the 15 steamed buns.

In this way, I have an income of 1,200 penny a day, which can be exchanged for one tael of silver, and I have an income of 30 taels of silver a month.

In Beijing, 90% of the people's family's annual income is less than 20 taels, which means that Jia Yun has risen to the upper-income group by selling steamed buns.

Of course, they are incomparable to those landlords, gentry, nobles and wealthy households. After all, they are not on the same level.

But Jia Yun is not greedy either. Now he is using the money he earns steadily, and no one knows how much he earns, so it is no longer jealous. Others think he works from dawn to dusk, just to earn a living.

That’s all.

Now he is still a commoner, and getting rich quietly is the way to go. He should not cause trouble or push forward. As long as others don't take the initiative to provoke him, he will be happy to live a comfortable and leisurely life.

"It's enough to sell the buns for a month. After I have some savings, I will buy some livestock and raise them in the space. Then I can prepare the stew and buy a slave to help guard the stall."

"But I have to run the business with my servants for a few days. After the business is on track, I can be free to concentrate on studying and practicing martial arts."

Jia Yun has a clear understanding of future plans.

First make money to support your family, which is the short-term goal, and then find ways to gain fame, which is the long-term goal.

If you want to achieve these goals, you must move forward step by step.

After all, in this world, except for his mother Bu, no one can really help him wholeheartedly, so no matter what you do, you have to rely on your own planning and know what to do.

After returning home, Mrs. Bu really got up and her spirits were much better.

Mrs. Bu was washing her quilt in front of the well. When she saw Jia Yun coming back, she worriedly asked, "You're back? Have you sold all the buns you made?"

Jia Yun pushed the trolley under the eaves and put it away. She turned around and said with a smile: "They were all sold, not a single one is left. But I spent all the money from selling the buns. I bought some rice, flour and so on."

Mrs. Bu has an honest and kind character. When Jia Yun said that all the buns were sold, she breathed a sigh of relief. As for buying things with the money she earned, she didn't say much.

She knew in her heart that her son was filial and sensible, and knew what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

Furthermore, she also knows that her knowledge may not be broader than that of her son who often travels outside. As long as his son does not do anything wrong, she will not discipline him too harshly.
Chapter completed!