After binding the system, Mrs. Wei went down the mountain

Chapter 640: I earn half the money, so it’s not considered a sinister thing.

Zhuoran lowered his head and spoke with some stumble.

"At noon, it was because I ate too much..."

Ouyang Nai and the others...

"Seriously, where did you buy Ouyang Nai's osmanthus cake? Can you tell me? I want to buy some too, thank you."

Ouyang Nai didn't hide it and said directly, if Zhuo Ran really won't vomit after eating this, it would be a good thing for her.

"I didn't buy this. My aunt made it herself. If you like to eat it, I'll go back and ask her if she can make some to sell to you."

Zhuoran's eyes lit up again. Fangxinzhai's dim sum was the best in the neighborhood. It cost several hundred yuan per catty, so she bought a few catties first and gave her grandpa a taste when she went back.

Thinking of it, Zhuo Ran took out five thousand yuan from his schoolbag and handed it to Ouyang Nai.

"Ouyang Nai, can you help me buy five thousand yuan first?"

Ouyang Nai twitched his lips, while Kang Hui's eyes widened.

As expected, she is the daughter of a wealthy family. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake bought her two months of living expenses.

Ouyang Nai took the money with a smile.

"Okay, I'll call back later and ask."

In the courtyard, looking at Ding Cui working up and down, Mrs. Wei curled her lips.

"Xiao Cui, you've made enough osmanthus cakes, how about you show mercy and let this osmanthus tree go?"

Before Mrs. Wei came, there were four trees in the yard, two persimmon trees, a pomegranate and a jujube tree. One of the persimmon trees was not growing very well, so Mrs. Wei directly pulled it out and replaced it with one from the system. Osmanthus tree.

It blooms all year round and is very lush.

Because of this, Ding Cui didn't want to waste it, so she learned how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake online and started trying to make it. Unexpectedly, it tasted very good.

At this time, half of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree was bare.

Ding Cui came down from the tree, looked at Mrs. Wei and said excitedly:

"Mom, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made sold for money! Classmate Xiao Ou ate it so delicious that he bought it from me for two thousand yuan!"

Mrs. Wei was stunned.

Then he smiled and said:

"Come on, let me pick it for you!"

Xiao Ou's classmate must be a fool with a lot of money!

Ding Cui is a down-to-earth person. In her opinion, the sweet-scented osmanthus belongs to her family and has no cost. The cost is just sugar, flour and so on. Ding Cui made a rough calculation and found that the cost of a pound of sweet-scented osmanthus cake is only two and a half yuan. .

Ding Cui, who had been working in the kitchen for a long time, finally made up her mind when she looked at the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus cake she had just made.

"This thing sells for five yuan a pound, and I earn half of it. Isn't it considered a sinister thing?"

Five yuan per catty, Zhuo Ran's five thousand catties of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

It's a big job.

Ding Cui rolled up her sleeves and started drying.

In the evening, Ding Cui came out of the small room holding a pot of coffee.

In addition to going to the construction site to cook in the morning, Ding Cui immersed herself in the kitchen and worked day and night for three days. Looking at a carriage of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Wei's eyes widened as she looked at the crowded carriage.

"Why so many?"

Ding Cui said with some embarrassment:

“Mom, if I sell it for five yuan per pound, it’s not too sinister, right?”

Mrs. Wei's head buzzed and exploded.

That's the osmanthus you exchanged for cow coins from the system. You harvested half a tree and only sold it for five yuan a pound?

Before Mrs. Wei could react, Ding Cui had already set off in her large pickup truck to deliver goods.

On the way there, Ding Cui also thanked Mrs. Wei.

"It's all my mother's encouragement. I only learned to drive at this age. Now that I can drive, many things are much more convenient. What can I buy for my mother after making money this time?"

At this time, outside the Zhuo family courtyard.

Mr. Zhuo looked at his granddaughter waiting eagerly outside and couldn't help but smile and said:

"Xiao Ran, grandpa really wants to try it right now. What is the taste of that rare osmanthus cake in your mouth that can make my granddaughter so obsessed with it?"

Zhuoran looked proud.

"Grandpa, just hold it up."

Mr. Zhuo laughed heartily.

It's not because he can eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his granddaughter's mouth soon, but it's been a long time since he saw such a vivid expression on his granddaughter's face.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that my granddaughter bought me. I want to try how delicious this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is."

While the Zhuo family's grandfather and grandson were waiting, a pickup truck drove into the alley.

This stretch of alleys is full of courtyard houses. Some of them are like the Zhuo family, where the family lives in a large courtyard. There are also several large courtyards that are divided into more than ten or twenty houses and rented out.

Ding Cui was a little unsure which one was the Zhuo family that was delivering the goods, so she stopped the car at the entrance of the alley.

"number 16."

"No, this is No. 11, then No. 16 should be inside."

Zhuo Ran has never met Ding Cui, but when school was over this afternoon, Ouyang Nai said that her aunt would wear a floral short-sleeved shirt.

With great expectation, a somewhat rustic middle-aged woman wearing floral short-sleeves came into her eyes.

She shouted tentatively:

"Aunt Ding?"

When Ding Cui looked up, she saw a thin girl standing at the door of No. 16, with a happy face.

"Hey, this beautiful girl, are you Miss Zhuo?"

Ding Cui's eyes were sincere, and Zhuo Ran nodded sheepishly for a moment.

Mr. Zhuo next to him also had a smile on his face. This woman could talk.

Ding Cui looked at the old man next to her and was startled.

"you are?"

The old man was an ordinary old man. He looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, and his back was already a little rickety, but Ding Cui felt the majesty in this man.

Ding Cui thought to herself, if he could live in such a big courtyard house in Beijing and be so majestic, wouldn't this old guy be a retired cadre?

Mr. Zhuo introduced himself with a smile:

"I'm Ran Ran's grandfather. I heard that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you make is pretty good."

Ding Cui then remembered that she was here to deliver sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and instantly slapped her head.

"Oh, look, I almost forgot. I'll bring the car over right now."

Mr. Zi looked into the distance and saw a pickup truck parked at the entrance of the alley.

This alley is relatively long and narrow, not as straight as the alley on Mrs. Wei's side. When a car comes in, it cannot turn around, making it inconvenient to get out.

"Don't bother. It's inconvenient to get in and out. I'll ask someone to bring you the pastries."

After saying that, the old man called the housekeeper into the yard.

Ding Cui waved her hands quickly.

"Oh, no trouble, no trouble. Besides, you want a lot, and no one can get it. I'll just drive in and go out that way."

Without waiting for the grandfather and grandson to speak, Ding Cui trotted back and drove.

Mr. Zhuo smiled.

"Your classmate's aunt is a simple person."

Zhuoran said:

"I heard from Xiao Ou that Aunt Ding cooks for the workers at the construction site in the morning and cleans the yard when she comes back in the afternoon. She only has time to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the evening."

Mr. Zhuo touched his chin.

"It's not easy, Xiaoran. Please give me a little more tip later. Life is not easy for everyone now."