Chapter 19

In the evening, Song Ruan’s family held a small meeting because of what happened today. After all, Song’s father has always been the type of parent who would discuss things with everyone.

But this steady and democratic father had a sad face at this moment. He listened to his family’s discussions and smoked his hookah silently.

Ye Hongmei also felt sorry for her husband, but: “The 200 yuan is all the money our family has saved over the years. It is intended to be used to build a house and marry Song Wen off…”

Song Baoguo didn’t say anything, but the force with which he twisted the tobacco betrayed his inner distress.

Song Baoguo finally raised his head and looked at his children. “Dad is selfish. Do you blame him?”

The eldest brother, Song Wen, said calmly, “Dad, I can choose not to marry a wife, but this time I have to empty my family’s savings to help you, what about next time?”

Song Baoguo looked embarrassed: “This time it’s a matter of life and death, there won’t be a next time.”

“Dad, you have to remember this. This 200 yuan is the last time we help grandma’s family and second uncle’s family. Dad, you are not only grandma’s son, but also mom’s husband and our father. You have to put us first in everything you do.”

After saying this, Song Ruan went back to her room.

She was very grateful that her father didn’t die in the landslide, so she didn’t stop her father from giving money. But she also needed to slowly instill some correct ideas in her father’s mind.

Song Ruan returned to the room, locked the door and entered the space.

There are seven or eight hundred kilograms of wheat piled next to the black soil, but because Yang Bin has been busy these days, there are no animals in the space.

So, she planned to go to town tomorrow to sell braised pork offal and wheat, and also to buy some small animals to raise.

She had to make the space more well-stocked.

Firstly, this special period will soon be over, and she needs to accumulate some funds for the future.

Secondly, she didn’t know when the locust plague in her dream would occur. She only knew that it happened, but the specific time was vague. So she had to prepare early so that she wouldn’t be in a panic when the plague came.

Early the next morning.

Song Ruan heated the braised pork offal in the stove, put it into the space, and went to the town.

Once in town, she went straight to the black market.

When we arrived at the alley, we found that many people were coming and going doing business.

Because there were people watching over the alley and it was very safe, unlike some other black markets where transactions were done in secret, there were still some people setting up stalls directly in this alley. So Song Ruan followed suit, found a place, put down his things, and prepared to set up a stall.

Song Ruan was well prepared. She brought a few bowls from home and planned to sell them for fifty cents a bowl.

If someone wants to buy it, she will pour the pork offal in the bowl onto the lotus leaves and wrap it up. This is convenient and hygienic, and the quantity is accurate.

Because Song Ruan put the stove directly into the space, when she took out the pot, the brine inside was still hot.

As soon as she opened the lid of the pot, the tempting aroma of the braised pork wafted through the alley, attracting many people to stop.

Song Ruan didn’t call out any orders, she just put some chopped up stewed food on the lotus leaf with bamboo sticks next to it, and when someone came over she invited them to try the food.

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Smelling the aroma, the old woman who was also setting up a stall next to her came over and said, “Little girl, what are you selling that smells so good?”

Song Ruan glanced at her without stopping her work: “Braised pork offal.”

“Hey, isn’t pig offal just pig’s internal organs? Even after cooking, it smells fishy. How can a little girl like you sell something like this? How much do you want to sell it for?”

Song Ruan didn’t care about her words and said calmly, “50 cents a bowl.”

The old woman curled her lips and said, “Why are you selling it so expensive? Who would buy it? With this money, you can almost buy a pound of pork.”

Song Ruan ignored her and continued to cut the pork offal into a bowl and pour some brine on it.

What Song Ruan didn’t expect was that the first person to come over was the well-dressed older sister from yesterday.

She was also very happy to see Song Ruan: “The rice cooked with the wheat you sold me yesterday was delicious, and the rabbit meat was also delicious. It whetted the appetite of my pregnant daughter-in-law, who had a poor appetite. After eating, she said she felt much better.”

The eldest sister might be too happy. When she saw Song Ruan, she chattered to her in a rambling manner. But when Song Ruan heard this, she was startled in her heart.

She had forgotten that the wheat was grown in the black soil of the space and was watered with diluted Jade Spring water. If the effect was too good, would it attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives?

It seems that I will not be able to sell the wheat irrigated with spring water in the future. I have to keep it for my own consumption.

“Little girl, what are you selling today? Do you still have wheat to sell?”

“We’ve run out of wheat. What we’re selling today is braised pork offal. Big sister, you can try it. It’s free. It doesn’t matter if you don’t buy it.”

Hearing that the wheat was gone, the elder sister was a little disappointed. After pondering for a while, she took a bamboo stick and tried a piece: “Hmm, delicious, melts in the mouth, salty and fragrant, little girl, your cooking skills are really good, how much do you sell it for?”

Song Ruan pointed to the size of the bowl next to her: “Fifty cents a bowl.”

The eldest sister readily took out a dollar and handed it to Song Ruan: “Then give me two bowls.”

The old lady next to him raised her eyes and exclaimed, “Isn’t this pig offal? It’s 50 cents a bowl, and people are buying it? The vegetables I just picked from my private plot are only 10 cents for 3 pounds.”

The older woman glanced at the old woman next to her and said angrily: “It’s my money, I can buy whatever I like.”

After saying that, he took two bags of braised pork offal and left.

Song Ruan also glanced at the old woman calmly, and said solemnly: “Auntie, for this business, we can each sell our own things and not interfere with each other, how about that?”

The old woman had just been scolded, and when she heard the little girl’s unhappy tone, her face became embarrassed.

Passersby who were attracted by the fragrance and saw someone buying it couldn’t help but come forward to ask.

“Is this really a free sample?”

Song Ruan nodded.

“Give me a bowl too.” A man who had just finished trying the food said loudly, smacking his lips to savor the taste.

After these words were spoken, more people came to try the food.

Although some people are reluctant to buy it, those who are financially well-off are willing to pay for it. After all, the pork offal is delicious. Many people still choose a bowl of cooked and fragrant meat rather than a pound of uncooked pork. Isn’t this better than going to a state-owned restaurant?

As Song Ruan’s stall became more and more popular, the old lady next to him went from being surprised at first, to being accustomed to it, and then to being thoughtful.

Song Ruan ignored other people’s thoughts and just focused on collecting money and packing.

Soon, Song Ruan’s pot of braised pork offal was sold out. She counted and found that she had exactly 10 yuan and two industrial tickets.