Old Lady Zhang's Rebirth: Going Mad! Severing Ties with Family! Becoming Incredibly Rich!

They not only switched to selling braised pork.

It also took up the spot where Zhang Guiying originally set up her stall.

When Sister Wang saw Zhang Guiying arriving on her tricycle, she was initially a little guilty, but then she thought to herself, "The place in front of the cotton mill isn't Zhang Guiying's house."

If Zhang Guiying can set up a stall, so can she.

She doesn't steal or rob; she does business openly and honestly. What is there to be ashamed of?

Thinking about it that way...

Sister Wang immediately became more assertive and greeted Zhang Guiying with a smile, "Sister, you're here."

"..."

Zhang Guiying ignored her.

They moved their tricycle to a shady spot under a tree to set up their stall.

Sister Wang's eyes darted around, and after Zhang Guiying set up her stall, she shamelessly pushed her cart next to Zhang Guiying's stall.

These small stalls at the entrance of the cotton mill.

Zhang Guiying's business is the most booming.

They're all food vendors, so setting up a stall next to her is definitely the right choice.

This bizarre behavior disgusted Zhang Guiying. She put on a hat and mask, her expression turning sour. "What, are you some kind of leech?"

"Look at what you're saying, little sister."

Sister Wang shamelessly said, "We both sell braised pork, and being close by makes it convenient for customers to choose."

"OK!"

It's just a ring fight.

Who's afraid of who?

This isn't the future, where all sorts of short videos teaching people how to cook are everywhere. People in this era have just had enough to eat, and they have to figure out how to cook everything themselves.

Zhang Guiying is a professional.

When the time came, the cotton mill closed on time, and the crowds were thick with people, with bicycle bells ringing all around.

Zhang Guiying still prefers the present. Young people of this era haven't evolved into pure beasts of burden, and they don't have that "classy" look on their faces. They are full of vigor and have thick hair.

As soon as Zhang Guiying got off work, a long line of people formed behind her stall.

There weren't many people around Sister Wang's stall.

She was a little anxious, remembering the day Zhang Guiying first set up her stall, when she was offering samples and shouting to attract customers. She couldn't bear to let anyone sample the meat, so she shouted loudly, "Braised pork! Braised pork for sale! Freshly cooked pig's head and pork belly, come and take a look!"

"Braised pig's head is 1.4 yuan per jin, pork belly is 2.8 yuan per jin, and cold vegetable dishes are only 3 mao per serving. Come and take a look."

Zhang Guiying's braised pork head is 1.5 yuan per jin, pork belly is 3 yuan, and a serving of cold vegetable salad is 4 mao.

Zhang Guiying's group has a long wait.

Hearing that Sister Wang's stall was cheaper than Zhang Guiying's, some people who couldn't wait in line went to Sister Wang's stall instead.

Sister Wang was overjoyed.

They hurriedly and frantically weighed the meat and prepared it for cold dishes.

Selling braised pork is much more troublesome than selling sesame cakes. You have to weigh the meat, cut it, make it into a cold dish, collect money, give change, and pack it up. On her first day selling braised pork, Sister Wang was in a complete mess.

Zhao Binghe came to help after get off work, but when he saw that there were far fewer people at his stall than usual, and when he heard Sister Wang's price quote, which was cheaper than his, he was so angry that his nose almost crooked.

The number of people in line gradually decreased.

There was still a lot of meat left in the bucket.

In this sweltering heat, braised meat won't keep long, and Zhao Binghe was getting a little anxious. He whispered to Zhang Guiying, "Wife, should we lower the price a bit?"

"..."

Because there were customers in line, Zhang Guiying didn't say anything, but glared at Zhao Binghe to signal him to shut up.

Zhao Binghe immediately fell silent.

The customers in line couldn't help but say, "Sister Zhang, the stall next to you is only selling pig's head meat for 1.4 yuan. Can you make it cheaper here too? We're all regular customers, so please make a little less profit."

Zhang Guiying immediately said, "Sister, it's not that I'm greedy, but my family's braised pork has a higher cost. Look at my meat, whether it's color, aroma, or taste, it can directly rival that of state-run restaurants."

"A plate of braised pig's head at a state-run restaurant costs two yuan, and they'll only cut half a pound for you at most. I don't skimp on the ingredients for my braised pork, and I'm already selling it cheaply enough. I really don't make much money."

Zhang Guiying took the opportunity to make a sarcastic remark about Sister Wang's meat.

The guest glanced at the room next door.

The braised pork at Sister Wang's house was noticeably lighter in color, making it look unappetizing; it was clear they hadn't skimped on the seasonings.

The guest hesitated for a moment.

I bought it from Zhang Guiying's stall again.

That morning, Zhang Guiying's two buckets of braised pork didn't sell out on the first try; most of the pig's head meat and pork belly were left in the buckets, and the vegetables weren't sold out either.

Zhao Binghe looked at the meat with a troubled expression. "Guiying, how about we set up a stall outside another factory for a while?"

"I'm not going."

Zhang Guiying quickly packed up her stall. "The cotton mill workers have mostly left, and the other factories should be empty-handed too. Going there would be pointless."

"What should we do with the rest of the meat? We can't finish it all."

"Let's go home first."

"Okay, sure!"

Zhao Binghe helped pack up the stall.

Sister Wang next door was also packing up her stall. She had almost sold out of the meat she had prepared for the day, and her waist bag was bulging.

Although I don't know how much money he made.

But it's definitely more profitable than selling pancakes.

Sister Wang's eyes crinkled with joy, and she kept humming "The East Is Red" as she packed up her stall.

Their eyes met.

Sister Wang grinned, "Little sister, I'm so sorry, I stole a lot of your business today. But I have no choice, my family needs to make a living too."

Zhang Guiying gave a forced smile, saying, "The place in front of the cotton mill isn't mine. Anyone who wants to set up a stall can set up a stall, and customers can buy from whichever stall they want. There's no question of 'stealing' or 'stealing'."

"Oh, it's so good that you think that way, little sister."

Sister Wang happily pulled her cart home. After she left, Zhao Binghe was so angry he kept cursing, "Is that woman crazy? If she wants to set up a stall, she should just set up a stall. But she deliberately sold her goods cheaper than us, and her stall was right next to ours. Was she doing it on purpose?!"

"Ignore her."

Zhang Guiying wasn't angry. She pedaled her tricycle home, saying, "Our business is so good, other people must be envious. Even if it weren't for Sister Wang, someone else would."

Zhao Binghe caught up on his bicycle, angrily saying, "If she keeps offering lower prices than us, how are we supposed to do business?"

"Then we can't lower the price, because it will be difficult to raise it again after that."

Zhang Guiying said, "Our braised pork is marketed as a product of the imperial chefs, targeting a high-end and sophisticated market. To compete with their product on price would be beneath our dignity!"

"Now that workers are in better condition, they not only want to eat their fill but also want to eat well. They are willing to spend money to buy meat, so who cares about a penny or two?"

Zhang Guiying said confidently, "Just wait and see, she won't be smiling anymore in two days."

back home.

The plump woman across the street was eating lunch on a stone stool by the door.

Upon seeing Zhang Guiying, the two of them rolled their eyes at each other.

Zhao Binghe suppressed a laugh and greeted the plump woman, "Plump woman, having lunch? Why is your meal so bland?"

"Boiled vegetables, for weight loss."

Zhang Guiying looked at the pile of bowls stacked high with water, her lips twitching violently. "Boiled vegetables? This is a boiled vegetable market!"

"Mind your own business!"

"Who cares about you!"

The two glared at each other, and Zhang Guiying rode her tricycle into the courtyard.

Zhao Binghe followed him into the yard. "Wife, we can't finish all the meat left in the bucket. How about I take some to Fatty's and Meifeng's families?"

"as you like!"

Not objecting means agreeing.

Zhao Binghe suppressed a laugh, scooped up two bowls of meat, and delivered them to both families.