I am The Villain’s Dad

"to make!"

Foreman Liu just wanted to understand in a flash. With the strength of others, they can earn several pieces a day, but can they make up the tuition fees in a few days?

With all the money together, people naturally want to go home and study hard. How difficult is it to study? Where is it comparable to the kind of work that they can do with their strength?

Naturally, he would not force Su Yuyang, but he had a slight admiration for Su Yuyang. The fifteen-year-old child had such an idea, and he must have a good future.

Back at home, Su Yuyang fell asleep and fell asleep. At three o'clock in the morning, he got up and took a shower to make buns with noodles.

Flour was bought directly in the village. This kind of thing was bought in the town. Once it was brought back, it was heavy. Second, it was too conspicuous, and third was too expensive.

In this village, who has no flour? They are all planted in the field, and they are all the new noodles of the year. They are only rubbed when they are taken back, and they can smell the smell of the face.

Su Yuyang is confident that the steamed buns made from this flour must be very fragrant.

But this is also his first attempt to make steamed buns.

I have tried all kinds of dishes before, and have made snacks such as pancakes, but I haven't tried making buns and buns with my own noodles, even making dumplings, which is also a ready-made dumpling skin.

However, he can make steamed buns. As early as the end of a world, he has already exchanged a recipe in the system mall, which contains all kinds of food in the three thousand worlds. Although he has not tried many foods, He didn't have all the ingredients he needed.

But like buns and buns, it can be said that it is the simplest, and there are all kinds of fancy, he did not want to try in the past, in this world, he does not intend to make a fortune, but just now earlier A way to make money to improve life at this stage.

He earns money, always how easy it is, how fast it comes, whatever form he wants.

Now making buns and buns is just a surprise after buying the unhealthy buns and buns at night.

Eating in this era is obviously incomparable with his original world.

Not only is it unpalatable, there are very few people who come out to do food business, like the stalls are even less, the buns and buns he took at night were taken from the back seat of a bicycle.

Then, of course, he can also be a small part-time job.

With this strength, kneading the dough is a trivial matter, and because of his good strength, the kneading is just right, which is comparable to the old buns.

Over the course of one night, he made more than a hundred buns. If it were n’t for only one pot at home, the steamer was borrowed from the mother of the next dog, and it was steamed out in several batches.

After the steaming was over, it was almost dawn. He took a large basket directly, wrapped the buns with clean gauze, and put a clean quilt on it. This was when he met someone who sold buns yesterday. For those who used it, they bought a bed from the boss who played cotton, and said good things for a long time. Others did not sell such a small quilt. They were only willing to give him cotton and let him go home and stuff it.

With his bun on his back, he walked to the town on foot. At this time, the people in the town gradually started to come out to work.

Su Yuyang squatted on the street in the town center with the bun on his back, and a sign stood next to it.

It's just that there are many people looking at it, few people buying it, and few asking.

He is also mentally prepared. Most people of this era only came out after eating a good meal at home. Unlike dinner, some people are tired for a day and do n’t want to cook. They only buy some buns and buns. Make up the numbers.

Of course, there are some people who do n’t cook. They go to work early and do n’t have time to cook. They come to buy his buns.

It's just that Su Yuyang insisted on selling only one bun to one person, but it made some people in the surroundings a little puzzled. Is it too much for others to buy?

"How about I buy two?"

"I'm not responsible for that."

Su Yuyang gave him two buns helplessly.

"How bad is it?"

This year, people who can buy food outside are rich in their hands, but the food eaten outside is not unaffordable, but too unpalatable, unless it is really impossible, most people are not willing to Spend money to buy guilt, but most are also mentally prepared.

As a result, as soon as the steamed bun started, he understood why Su Yuyang only bought one.

This bun can have three or four.

Early in the morning, a three-four-two steamed bun was eaten in, wasn't it full? Two more, do n’t you die?

"It's okay, my bun brought my wife to eat."

The man was not embarrassed. He gave himself a step and paid for it.

"Five cents."

"What? Fifty cents?"

The man exclaimed, this year, a big bun has only two cents. How dare you sell such a white-faced bun for two cents? Is it too expensive?

"One fifty cents, two fifty cents."

Su Yuyang looked at him and explained carefully.

The man is speechless, can he count this number? Forget it, he insisted on buying it himself, and the young man advised him to come, it is estimated that it was because of the expensive sale, he was asked to buy only one?

The man took out the money and murmured in his heart that he would never buy such an expensive bun anymore.

He bite the steamed bun bitterly. As a result, the mouth of the steamed bun was full of sweetness. It was originally thought to be a bland bun, but it was very chewy and very sweet.

After eating one bite, I wanted to take one bite, and the other bite after bite.

If the steamed buns were not too big, he could eat one at a time.

This, this is more delicious than those big meat buns!

Su Yuyang looked at his reaction on the side, and naturally saw the satisfaction on his face. It was pretty good. This steamed bun was very successful and delicious.

He ate one in the morning, and he was very satisfied. Sure enough, the buns made according to the recipes produced by the system mall were unusual.

It was much better than the food he made according to the original owner's memory and craftsmanship.

It was originally planned to sell for only one cent to fifty cents. After all, the cost is quite low. So, he can earn one cent for a steamed bun. Later, he set a quarter for five cents.

He is taking the fine line, not selling cheaply.

"Boy, how is your bun so delicious?"

The man couldn't help asking Su Yuyang.

"I made it myself."

Su Yuyang looked proud.

"Uh, I asked more, you give me two more, no, three, ah no, you still give me two, will you still sell buns here tomorrow?"

The man originally wanted to buy three, and went back to give his wife and children one by one, but he didn't bring much money in his hand, so he took a dollar to buy breakfast.

"Tomorrow is still here."

He handed the two buns to the man and received the money. Su Yuyang was very happy. The money was really comfortable.

The people around were still watching. This strange bun sells, claiming that one person can only eat one, but also sells so expensive. I want to see how it feels to eat this first person. As a result, this man ’s behavior It succeeded in letting everyone dispel doubts, but instead aroused the desire to try it.

Su Yuyang lamented that this is the herd mentality. At this time, the people at this time are quite simple and simple, and they have not been affected by the malicious marketing to affect the trust between people.

After a while, his steamed buns went to more than half, but the price of the steamed buns was still too expensive, so not many people bought them.

Su Yuyang didn't think there was anything. He waited for a while. The buns sold a dozen, and he simply didn't buy them. He walked toward the construction site with the buns on his back.

"Xiao Su, what are you doing?"

Lao Zhang was very impressed with him. He was in charge of the car for a few years, and he was the first person who saw the printed wheels that could grind the wheels of the pallet truck in a day.

Lose a loss.

But if the boss knows that there is such a capable young man here, he will not be distressed by such a scooter.

"It's my own steamed bun. I want to see if anyone wants to buy it."

Su Yuyang will naturally not be as expensive for people on the construction site as he is outside, and he intends to sell it for fifty cents.

"Hey, I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Give me two."

Saying that, Lao Zhang took out a dime, he only thought it was a kind of buns sold out, two dimes, and still not enough to eat, so to speak, it is also to take care of Su Yuyang's face.

He also heard yesterday that this child came to work part-time in order to make up the tuition fees for going to school.

As you can see, the children of the poor were already in charge of their own lives. The two stink boys in their family played truant fights all day and night, and didn't read any books.

Xiao Su is still working hard to earn tuition here, trying to earn money, even buns will do.

Yesterday I moved so many bricks, how tired, and still have the energy to make buns, isn't that all forced by life?

"Uncle Zhang, my bun is fifty-one."

Su Yuyang didn't blush at all, but he gave back the price of friendship, which was a bit cheaper than when it was sold out.

"Ah? Good."

Old Zhang was stunned for a while, and didn't say much. Instead, he paid out fifty cents to Su Yuyang:

"The child holds it."

"Uncle Zhang, you eat first, one is estimated to be incomplete."

Lao Zhang guarded the car in this room, did not do any work, the meal was not big, they all ate together at noon yesterday.

"Yo, so big?"

When Zhang saw that he brought out two buns that were more than two laps larger than the outside, the first reaction was that the child was not priced at him. The bun was bought again and the weight made him eat shock.

He just took such a thick bun when his mother made buns.

As soon as I ate, I immediately felt that the child's price was not shy. This bun was worth it.

"Xiaosu, this is your mother?"

Such a good bun can't be made by a 15-year-old kid?

"I am alone in my house."

After Su Yuyang finished speaking, he signed his name on the book and returned the fifty cents directly to Lao Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, it's delicious to help me promote more."

Lao Zhang is sure that the buns are very easy to sell.

"Success, you put my buns here, and I will give you money in a moment."

Lao Zhang was a cheerful person, and he heard Su Yuyang's words saying that he was alone at home. He felt so distressed that he immediately planned to sell buns on his behalf.

And the steamed buns are so delicious, he also wanted to buy a few more, and he couldn't take it home to give it away or give it to himself.

After Su Yuyang pulled two carts of bricks, the others on the construction site also came one after another. Seeing that his bricks were all piled up, they were suddenly calm. Early, this, this still makes people alive?

When I heard Lao Zhang say that he made buns and sold them early in the morning, everyone was convinced.

People give away is just a child, but the ability and mind to make money is better than them.

With strength, brain, and diligence, it's hard not to get rich!

No one said how expensive the two-and-a-half steamed buns were, and they all paid for it, and it was as if the tuition was paid for this child.

As a result, after eating the steamed buns, I knew where they had collected tuition for others. They should have sold so much money.

That's right, Lao Zhang felt distressed to Su Yuyang, so he took out his old face and gave him a steamed bun for fifty cents.

In this way, a basket of steamed buns, all sold out at a price of 25 cents under the circumstance of yin and yang.

This day, after removing the cost of making steamed buns, Su Yuyang earned more than 32 yuan.

For another day, he can earn enough tuition and living expenses.

With a sigh of relief, he also remembered other thoughts.

Since I am going to middle school in this town, I would rather set up a house directly in the town. Anyway, the house in the village can no longer be occupied. This is not raining. If it rains, the house can sail. Too.

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