Mu Xiu turned his head and looked at Mu Xiaocao and Li Pandi. Li Pandi is young and eats slowly, and Mu Xiaocao has not finished eating.

Just now there were few people, so Mu Xiu continued tentatively: "Uncle, is it profitable to sell breakfast? I don't think many people come out to eat."

The boss looked at the shop where there were basically no customers and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Little girl, you are late. If you come early, you can't even get in line at the door."

"Ah? Why are there so many people?" Mu Xiu was really surprised.

"The workers in the factory are about to go to work at 7 o'clock, and the children who are studying go to school at 8 o'clock, and the passenger flow is concentrated between 6 o'clock and 8 o'clock. At that time, I wish I had three heads and six arms, and I was as busy as a war, and I was really caught with my eyebrows and beards."

"It's not because the uncle made it delicious, otherwise there would be other breakfast shops along the way, so why didn't they see them full of people?" Mu Xiu praised.

The boss's face was a little dissatisfied, but now he smiled so much that his wrinkles were folded in.

"Boss, take two portions of soy milk away." As he spoke, someone brought a pot to buy soy milk.

"It's gone, it's sold out." The boss stood up and lifted the lid of the pot and glanced at it, and replied to the customer.

After the man left, Mu Xiu continued to ask, "Uncle, since the business is so good and the taste is good, why can you sell more without making more money?"

The boss saw Mu Xiu and the others dressed, but the family was not in good condition. The boss was poor before, and he tasted the sweetness of making breakfast, earned some money, and was willing to show off. He said proudly: "My craft is inherited from my ancestors. Other people's family can produce thirty or forty bowls of soy milk per pound, but I only produce 20 bowls of this one. I have worked so hard every day that I can make more than 100 portions. Who doesn't want to make more money if I have money? But I can't cut corners against my conscience."

"Uncle, you are a real person when you see that you are a real person. This soy milk is so delicious. I will drink it again when I have the chance in the future." Mu Xiu saw that Mu Xiaocao and Li Pandi finished eating at this time, and hurriedly ended the conversation with the boss.

"One pound of soybeans costs one dollar, and you can make 20 bowls of soy milk. 100 servings of soybeans are calculated as 5 pounds of soybeans. The cost is 5 yuan, but it is 10 yuan for selling. With coal fees, soy sauce ingredients and other losses, you should be able to earn 4 yuan a day. If you are on a stall every day, you can earn 120 yuan. If you encounter a few people or the boss has something to do, you can earn between 80 and 100 yuan a month. The steamed bun is made of bean dregs, and the material costs are saved. Corn flour is also cheap. A pound of corn flour can be baked dozens of big cakes. These two can also cost more than ten yuan a month. It's too profitable to sell breakfast!"

Mu Xiu calculated it roughly and was shocked by the profits. You know, the workers at that time only had more than 30 yuan in salary a month.

"Mu Xiu, what are you thinking!" Mu Xiaocao and Li Pandi had already walked more than ten meters ahead. She looked back at Mu Xiu standing by the roadside, not knowing what she was muttering. She stretched out her right finger and was still drawing around the palm of her left hand. She shouted at Mu Xiu strangely.

"Sister, let's go home to discuss and discuss it. Let's set up a breakfast stall, it's so profitable." Mu Xiu ran to Mu Xiaocao a few steps, and she told Mu Xiaocao what she had calculated just now.

"Puchi" Mu Xiaocao covered her mouth and laughed. After laughing, she said to Mu Xiu's puzzled eyes: "Are you stupid? You don't have to count the rent anymore. There is also this person who is not a machine. It depends entirely on the boss's family to grind soy milk with stone mills. They also have to cook them, and they also have to make steamed buns and big cakes. Even if it starts preparing at 6 o'clock in the evening, it will take seven hours. It's already one o'clock in the morning. After sleeping for a while, you will come out to set up a stall. You heard that he said more than 100 bowls a day. If the boss says that, you believe it? On Saturdays and Sundays, the workers don't go to work, and the children don't go to school?"

"Also, can you ensure that every worker can eat outside every morning? It costs 20 cents in the morning, and it costs 6 yuan a month. I just saw that the boss's wife was taking care of three children in the yard behind the store. In this way, the boss's family of five is not much deducted from rent and food and clothing."

Mu Xiaocao said it very well, because Li Xingzhi's cousin once built a cold-grain rice noodle stall, and he suffered a lot and came to his house to complain. Only then did he realize that the business was not that easy to do.

Mu Xiu had never done business, so she didn't know it. However, after thinking about the money she paid after counting the work points every year, she couldn't help but pout and said, "Sister, that's more money than farming."

Mu Xiaocao was speechless, yes, whether it is now or in the future, it is the hardest to farm, that is, he can stay, eat and drink, and it depends on whether God gives him good weather.

"But, aren't farmers unable to do business now?" Mu Xiaocao remembered that after her son went to elementary school, someone in the village went to open a shop to do business. She didn't know very well about the specific opening policy.

"Yes." Mu Xiu also remembered it, with a look of disappointment on her face, but soon her eyes lit up. When the Hu La Soup is ready next time, she will bring it to Sun Xingfu to taste it. Selling breakfast in the morning will definitely make money than selling pickles alone.

It was Li Pan's first time to come to the county town. Everything was strange. Look east and west. Mu Xiaocao's eyes had never left her daughter, just because she was afraid that she would get lost.

"Sister, otherwise you can have fun with me, I'll go buy things, and we'll meet up here until noon." Mu Xiu suggested.

Mu Xiaocao looked at her curious daughter, feeling guilty and wanted to spend more time with her, so she nodded, and did not forget to instruct Mu Xiu: "If you buy what your good mother has told me, just wait here early."

"Okay, sister, then I'll leave first." Mu Xiu walked straight towards the tailor shop and soon arrived at the place. She put down her back basket, put some clothes and cloth inside, and then walked into the shop with her back.

"Sister Chunyu, you're busy." Mu Xiu stepped over the door railing and greeted Zhai Chunyu, who was lowering his head and stepping on the sewing machine.

When Zhai Chunyu heard the movement, she raised her head. After seeing that it was Mu Xiu, she smiled and hurriedly stood up and said, "Why did you come, little girl?"

"What's wrong, Sister Chunyu?"
Chapter completed!