MTL - Take Taobao to the Ancient Times-Chapter 80 Let me count

An Xiaojiu frowned when he heard the words, and then he stretched out. "I will talk about future things later. Now let's do our job right now."

When it's winter, I won't be able to eat hot pot, but I can eat other things. There are so many foods now, can you still live with her?

"Xiao Jiu, Mala Tang's business is so good. Why don't you sell it in the morning and at noon?" Li Xiaowan wondered and asked.

Who does n’t want to make money in business, it is definitely willing to do business with tight money, why is Xiaojiu so different?

"If you eat this stuff every day, you'll be too tired if you eat it every day. You want to eat these in the morning, and it's so greasy. As for eating these at noon, you ca n’t eat enough. And if you only sell it at night, it ’s business. Absolutely better than buying it all the time. "

An Xiaojiu patiently analyzed the crowd, "And I mainly want to see how much money can be made at noon. Although it doesn't sell much, but isn't it expensive?"

Uncle Rong heard that he started pouring out a jar of money and started counting.

He was responsible for collecting money, and distinguished money in the morning and noon.

"I want to count! Let me count."

Rong An twisted his chubby body, eyes staring at the copper plates and broken silver on the table with little stars, and the whole person was a little excited.

Uncle Rong glared at him and said to Rong Jing, "Hurry up and take him to review his homework."

After moving to town, Mr. Rong also found a private servant and sent Rong'an to school.

No, Rong Jing just picked up Xiao Rong'an.

The reason is without him. Xiao Rong'an came a few days late, and the Master deliberately left Rong An to supplement his knowledge of the previous days, so he would not return until now.

"No, grandpa" Rong An began to be coquettish.

After studying for a day, I was almost bored to death.

Grandpa actually didn't let him count the money, it was fun, it was really cruel.

An Xiaoqi couldn't bear to look directly.

Xiao Rong'an looks like a wealthy fan, it is simply a smaller version of An Xiaojiu.

I don't know if Mr. Rong has regretted it, always let Rong An follow Xiaojiu, but ...

The impact is huge.

An Xiaojiu also touched his nose with a guilty conscience and coaxed: "An An obedient, obedient, as long as you study hard and study hard, An An can come to the store to collect money every time you take a break."

"Do grandpa's work?" Rong An blinked, apparently very interested.

Children go to school and study less stringently. They can take two days off every five days.

"Yes." An Xiaojiu ignored Rong Rong's resentful eyes and gave Rong An a big temptation.

Rong An nodded cheerfully, then made a grimace at Uncle Rong, spit out a tongue and twisted his little **** to the backyard proudly.

Rong Jing followed, and he was watching Rong An do his homework.

"The mess in the back kitchen is messy. I and the small bowls are going to clean it up. By the way, I'm busy making dinner out."

Qing Niang also stood up, and by the way did not forget to pull on the face of Li Xiaowan.

"what?"

"Oh."

First surprised, then Li Xiaowan, who reacted, went to the backyard happily.

Now it's Xiaojiu, they are doing their accounting, so they are not suitable for listening.

After Li Xiaowan arrived at the back kitchen, he couldn't help but pat his forehead, and thanked Qingniang, "Thank you, Aunt Qing, I didn't notice this."

She and An Xiaojiu are used to getting close to each other. Before chatting, she did not respond and suddenly turned into account.

Although Xiao Jiu doesn't mind listening, he should pay attention to this point.

auzw.com "It's okay." Qing Niang smiled slightly, and there was a faint smile in the corner of the drop-down eye.

She used to have a daughter who was born on the same day with the small bowl almost the same year and the same month, only one day smaller than the small bowl ...

When she saw Li Xiaowan, she couldn't help thinking of her poor daughter.

After the three of them were left, An Xiaojiu didn't think much about it, took out the account and started to keep accounts.

After Mr. Rong had counted the money again, he gave it to An Xiaoqi and asked An Xiaoqi to count it twice, so as not to fall behind.

"Mr. Rong, how much did you sell at noon?" An Xiaojiu asked.

Uncle Rong calmed his face, his tone was very slow, and he was not anxious at all. "Let's talk when the seventh is over."

"amount……"

An Xiaojiu knew that Uncle Rong was a little angry that he was too used to Rong An, so he did not dare to speak.

Just quietly spat out his tongue.

They are a group of adults, and Rong'an is a small child. It is inevitable that they will get used to it.

After a while, An Xiaoqi also finished counting, and Uncle He Rong spit out a word, and they were right.

"Two or two pieces of silver and three hundred and seventy essays."

An Xiaojiu mentioned the notes.

Regarding the writing of An Xiaojiuhui, Mr. Rong thought he had learned it secretly while he was at home. An Xiaoqi thought that it was taught by Uncle Rong, so no one thought of asking at all, who taught it.

This also saved An Xiaojiu some trouble.

"It sold 1,200 in the morning."

After speaking, Uncle Rong himself was a little surprised.

"In the morning, there are almost twice as many people as at noon. How can this money be half less than at noon?"

They all thought that it would be noon to sell the least money, but now it seems that breakfast is the least.

"Although there are many people for breakfast, things are cheap. How many people only spend two pennies for a bowl of bone soup and a fried cake?"

An Xiaojiu was not surprised by this result.

Generally, people who come to breakfast will not spend too much money.

More people who come to town have something to eat in a hurry, then continue to work.

"Dinner is three thousand eight hundred."

Report this number, An Xiaoqi's eyebrows are excited.

Everyone knows that Mala Tang at night makes money, but I didn't expect to make such money.

That's three or two pieces of silver plus 800 texts!

"Well, that adds up to 7,370 essays on that day, that is, seven pairs of silver and 370 essays." An Xiaojiu was not satisfied with the result.

He took out the abacus and cracked it again.

After a while, when An Xiaojiu stopped, An Xiaoqi dared to continue to ask, "What is the net profit?"

"Today, these dishes and meat rice noodles cost nearly two or two dollars, but there are still a lot of rice noodles, two chickens left, and one fish left."

"Spent so much money?" An Xiaoqi was surprised.

Mr. Rong added, "That's not counting things like tables, chairs, benches, plates, bowls, etc. These things can be counted together. Don't count now."

Want to do business, where do you not need to invest capital?

"Well, there is a hundred literary labor for Aunt Qing and Xiaowan, then the remaining net profit is five hundred and two silvers and three hundred and thirty wen ..."

An Xiaojiu slowly reported a word.