Chapter 89: Fire The Cannon

Chu Yue reminded,
“Yuanbao, give the change—two yuan and fifty cents. Can you do it?”

Lu Yuanbao nodded vigorously.
“I can!”

A few days ago, Chu Yue had taught him to recognize money and also some basic addition and subtraction under ten. Lu Yuanbao was clever—he got it after just a few lessons.

He lowered his head, opened his coin pouch, took out one five-jiao note and two one-yuan notes, and handed them to Chu Yue.

Chu Yue smiled with satisfaction. After taking the change, she put a ten-yuan note in Lu Yuanbao’s hand and reminded him,
“Quick, put it away properly.”
Then she turned to continue speaking with Zhuang Lan.

And just like that, Lu Yuanbao’s hand went from holding 2.50 yuan to 10 yuan.

He looked at the crisp, new ten-yuan bill, then tucked it into his money pouch. His small hand patted the pouch, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Who doesn’t like money? Even kids are no exception.

“Auntie, here’s your change.”

Zhuang Lan took the change and looked at Chu Yue and Lu Yuanbao with great interest. She smiled and asked,
“Miss, is this your son?”

“Yes, he’s my son!” Chu Yue replied without a hint of hesitation.

“Wow, amazing. Such a young child is already helping you with business, and he even knows how to do math! Is he already in school?”

“Not yet. I’ll send him to school after the New Year.”

“He’s already this smart without school? Your son must take after you—clever!”

Zhuang Lan, like many women her age, couldn’t help but talk more when she saw children—it was like seeing her own grandson. Before long, she had her hands full of goods and was beaming at Chu Yue.

“Miss, my name is Zhuang Lan. Just call me Aunt Lan. Next time you’re selling something good again, make sure I’m the first to know.”

“Okay, Aunt Lan. I’ll remember. My name is Chu Yue. Thank you for supporting my business.”

“Chu Yue… mm, that’s a lovely name. I’ll remember it.”

With her items in hand and a satisfied smile on her face, Zhuang Lan left.

And just like that, Chu Yue got her first regular customer at the market.

Thanks to Zhuang Lan, people nearby saw her buy so much at once, and naturally gathered around Chu Yue’s stall, craning their necks to see what she was selling.

They looked—and were surprised. Then amazed.

Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn to the beautifully translucent crystal pig skin jelly.

The price of the jelly wasn’t high. Many people were tempted to buy, but hesitated—they were curious if it actually tasted good. They didn’t want something that looked good but had no flavor.

Chu Yue immediately seized the moment, using the growing crowd to her advantage. She stuck toothpicks into samples and handed them out one by one.

“Everyone’s welcome to try it for free. If it’s not tasty, don’t buy it. But if you like it, I guarantee it’s the real deal—the most delicious pig skin jelly you’ll find!”

People tried it, skeptical but curious—and as soon as they took a bite, they were hooked. One after another, they started pulling out money to buy.

This time, Chu Yue didn’t need to remind him—Lu Yuanbao, after watching for a bit, had already learned to stand beside Chu Yue, helping take payments and give change, without making a single mistake, not even with a one-jiao coin.

Before they knew it, the little pouch at Lu Yuanbao’s waist was bulging.

Full of money!

In this lively atmosphere, less than half an hour passed, and all the pig skin jelly was sold out. Most of the marinated snacks were gone too—only some unwanted bits and trimmings were left, probably because they didn’t look very appealing.

Those that didn’t sell, she’d just take home to eat.

Chu Yue packed things up, planning to bring the leftovers back with her.