Transmigrated to Ancient Times with System

Chapter 10 Selling Food1

In the following days, Li Yao continued to accompany them at the stall.

After closing up every day, she had the kids count the money and do the bookkeeping themselves.

Wang Er had learned some arithmetic, so he had no trouble with calculations. Da Zhuang and Wang San'er, under his guidance, could barely handle simple calculations, but they struggled with larger numbers.

What surprised Li Yao was Wang Xiao Si.

Despite being the youngest and never having been exposed to arithmetic before, he learned quickly. After a few days, he could even do some basic multiplication. He would probably become a clever little devil in the future.

As for Da Zhuang and Wang San'er, it was evident that they didn't have a talent for studying, so Li Yao would make arrangements based on the situation.

"Mother, we earned 750 wen today, 15 wen more than yesterday."

"Record it in the account book."

"I've already written it down."

Keeping accounts was Li Yao's new task for Wang Er.

Every day's income, the cost of purchases, and all other expenses, no matter how trivial, were meticulously recorded on paper.

It's easy to see how much money is left at home now.

After a few days, they had already made a net profit of 3,000 wen.

Although it couldn't compare to digging herbs, this was a steady stream of income, and the best part was that Da Zhuang and the others could handle it, so Li Yao didn't need to worry too much.

With the income, the whole family got a taste of success and worked enthusiastically from early morning till late at night.

But on the sixth day, the number of customers suddenly decreased significantly, and by midday, there were still around 30 bowls left unsold.

"We still have so many left, what should we do?"

"If only we had made less today."

Da Zhuang was so anxious that sweat was dripping from his forehead, but he couldn't come up with a good solution.

If they left it until tomorrow, the taste would deteriorate.

Li Yao, on the other hand, was not worried.

The novelty had worn off, and it was a year of famine, so a decrease in customer flow was inevitable.

She had anticipated this situation and already had a plan in place.

"Let's change the location," Li Yao suggested. "While it's not too late, let's move to the entrance of the academy."

Wang Er's heart skipped a beat.

Going to the academy meant there might be a chance of running into Xiaoya's uncle.

And also his classmates and the scholars?

Thinking about the humiliation he had suffered at their hands in the past, Wang Er resisted with all his might, unable to lift his feet.

Seeing his change in expression, Li Yao knew exactly what was going on, but she didn't ask further.

As a young boy, he had to face such things bravely on his own.

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Baichuan Academy was the county academy officially established by Baichuan County and was also the best academy in Baichuan County.

Only those who were either from rich families or, like Li Xian, Li Yao's younger brother, who had a gift for studying and whose whole family made sacrifices to support him, could come here to study.