The next day, they saw Zhaoâer carefully carrying something over as soon as they arrived at the storefront. Mo Yan asked, âZhaoâer, what are you carrying?â
He didnât dare let his eyes stray from the small white bag he was holding, and replied, âMy mum steamed these buns, theyâre still hot!â
She offered to give them noodle soup yesterday afternoon, and sent them steamed buns first thing in the morning. They never knew Ms. Hua was that caring before, but it might be because her living conditions have improved. Recently, not only has she seemed in better shape, even the clothes she was wearing were cleaner.
After guessing when Mr. Cao had already had breakfast and seeing that no patients had gone in, Mo Yan went to talk to him.
âMr. Cao, have you recovered from your illness?â
He was standing in front of the medicine cabinet, and turned around after hearing Mo Yanâs voice, âIt was just a cold, I recovered long ago.â
âI want to talk to you about my motherâs cough. She coughs a lot during the winter, and sheâs unwilling to cure it. I want to see if I can use a few medicinal herbs to make a herbal tea for her to drink, so she can take the medicine long-term.â
Mr. Cao still wore his ever-present smile, âI know about your motherâs cough. Hers is a persistent illness, and recovery will require long-term medicine usage. As she thought it was inconvenient and expensive, she stopped coming for treatment.â
So it wasnât incurable, she just wasnât willing to cure it. [1]
âThen do you have any ways to help?â
âIf youâre ill, take medicine; there arenât any shortcuts. When I return to the village, Iâll take her pulse and then prescribe her something. If simmering medicine every day is too inconvenient, it can be taken in the form of a pill or an ointment. It just has to be taken persistently.â
Mo Yan gripped the piece of paper in her hand tightly, âPlease prescribe medicine for my mother. Iâll pay for everything, donât tell her how much it costs.â
Mr. Cao repeatedly praised her for being a filial daughter.
After that, she went to the Luo family to pick up the baskets she ordered yesterday. As soon as she entered the door, the old basket weaver stood up and smiled, âYour orderâs done.â
Next to him were two stacks of bamboo baskets, bound together with rope.
âYouâve made them all already? Youâre really skilled!â
âThis is nothing much, even my granddaughter can make these. Everyone in my family can make baskets like these with just a bit of time.â
âWe might need a lot of these baskets come the New Year, as well as baskets for gift bundles. Are you able to make those?â
The old man laughed, âAs long as I have a reference. Itâs not anything difficult.â
âThen Iâll draw one and send it to you. Can you weave a few baskets for me once you get it?â
Mo Yan paid for the baskets and was about to leave when he told her, âWhen you get back, put them in saltwater so theyâre harder to crack, then use a scraper to scrape off any splinters.â
After taking the baskets to Ms. Huaâs courtyard, she wanted to fetch water from the well to put the baskets in. Ms. Hua stopped her, âWhy are you here doing this kind of work? If you lose your footing, you might end up falling into the well!â
She fetched a large basin of water. Then, Mo Yan added some salt and put the baskets inside.
âThis is the first time Iâve ever seen such small baskets!â
âItâs to display the dried fruits, and weâll sell them in the storefront. What do you think?â
âThatâs good!â
Mo Yan then realised Ms. Hua was wearing new clothes, âDid you buy new clothes?â
She lowered her head and said embarrassedly, âNo, I bought some material to make new clothes with.â
âYou know how to make clothes?â
âI can tailor somewhat, and I make do.â
She went over to take a look, and the threading on the clothes wasnât bad! However, the material was nothing special, and Mo Yan instantly thought of the silks they imported over from the Upper Valley. Ms. Zhaoâs Jiaolan Courtyard just had a name right now, and Mo Yan hadnât thought about how to get people over.
âDo you know many of the aunties and grandmas in this city?â
âI know a few of them. When I was selling tofu with my husband in the past, I could easily tell who was from here and who wasnât.â
âSo you used to do business!â
âIâm not as smart as you.â
Ms. Hua didnât look bad after cleaning herself well and changing her clothes. It was a far cry from the dirty woman who was picking up vegetable leaves from the streets.
Although she wasnât really intelligent, she still knew the people around town. Having connections would make doing business much easier.
âI want to sell the dried fruit on the streets the next market day. Are you willing to help me?â
âSure, Iâm idling at home anyways. Thereâs just a lot of goods in my courtyard, and I canât leave them unattended.â
âIâll find someone to look after them.â
The baskets still had to soak in the salt water for a while longer, so Mo Yan left Ms. Hua to watch over it and went to the storefront.
On such a cold day, passersby will be attracted to the smoke coming from their storefront and come over, so their business wasnât bad. However, everyone who bought a wrap said, âIf only you sold hot soup as well.â
âSis, how about we sell some millet congee tomorrow! Itâll definitely do well.â
âBut thatâs hard to carry!â
âOn such a cold day, the people will get cold easily, so theyâll stop here to drink the congee. The warm congee will warm their body, and our storefront will be remembered by more people, so theyâll be more likely to buy food from us again.â
âThe storefrontâs too small, how about we make the congee in the courtyard?â
Mo Yan had increasingly found that the storefront was irrelevant. If it wasnât there, they could just tear down one of the courtyard walls to make a larger store. They just needed an eye-catching plaque, and theyâd definitely attract more business than now. [2]
If they made a back door for the storefront, itâd be easier for them to go out to fetch water and the like. However, thatâd mean thereâd be even less space inside.
âLetâs make a window in the back! Itâll be easier to receive things from there, so we wonât have to manoeuvre more,â Mo Yan said.
Mo Ling replied, âThen go ask if Ms. Huaâs fine with it. If she is, weâll ask Zhong Cheng to help us make the window.â
Mo Yan smiled, âAre you asking him for help so easily now? How do you know heâll be willing to help you without even asking?â
Mo Ling rolled her eyes at her, âI can do this without his help. The walls are thin.â
The next day, they brought some millet to the city and used Ms. Huaâs stove to make some congee. Then, they stored it in a clay pot and took it to the storefront, putting it next to the stove where they fried their eggs.
When passersby came over to buy from them, Mo Ling asked, âWe have hot millet congee now, would you like a bowl?â
A bowl of congee cost two dollars, so most people would take her up on that offer. Most people who left home often had a bamboo container for water, and theyâd store the congee in it for the road.
Disposable cups didnât exist then, so the bamboo containers were the cheapest alternative. If they made some at home and sold them cheaply, theyâd attract even more customers due to the convenience.
The baskets they had put in salt water yesterday had dried, and Ms. Hua helped with removing the splinters. Mo Yan went to the back to grab the dried fruits, and put them in the baskets to display in the storefront.
In such cold weather, their customers said they felt warm after drinking their millet congee. Most of them would buy some additional dried fruits or salted eggs to express their appreciation and help their business out.
Ever since they added the millet congee to their list of goods, business has been booming. Mo Lingâs drive to run her business well had increased.
Post-translation notes: Itâs just been one day, but the authorâs been talking about it like theyâd been selling millet congee for a few weeks now. I donât know, time in this story is weird. And as always, thank you for reading! Have a wonderful day.
[1] That sounds like Mrs. Liang; excessively miserly.
[2] Is this foreshadowing for extensive renovations?