my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 760
"Teach him two hands?"

Pan Haodong turned his head to look at Zhu Dachang. His face was much cleaner than before, but the sores were still there, and he needed some medicine to recover before he could look like a human being.

Now Zhu Dachang is still a beggar, no different from before.

His face was full of sores, he was groveling, and he was timid and cowardly.

He was disgusted when he saw Zhu Dachang.

Bend a little.

A white glow entered Zhu Dachang's face.

Soon, Zhu Dachang felt itchy on his face, subconsciously grabbed it with his hands, and then tore off the scabs, revealing the fresh and tender skin.

"Well, it looks much more pleasing to the eye now."

Pan Haodong withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Jianglong, and said, "Jianglong, just teach him how to do it. I don't have the time, but I can give you a secret recipe for sesame seed cakes."

"how is the taste?"

Jianglong slurred his speech.

This guy hasn't stopped talking since he entered the kitchen. He eats buns for two and steamed dumplings for one. He eats faster than anyone else. Xiaoyu is so angry that he wants to destroy him humanely.

The buns and steamed dumplings on the table were all made by the young master for them. Jianglong happened to come over, it doesn't matter if you try it, you can bear it if you have a full meal, but you can't eat everything!

It was almost eaten by him.

Too much!

"It's no worse than the buns you eat."

After a pause, Pan Haodong continued: "Of course, the same recipe is made by different people, and the taste must be different, but as long as you strictly follow the recipe, the biscuits will definitely sell well."

"I believe it."

Jianglong has no doubts in his eldest brother's cooking skills.

The sesame seed cake recipe given by the elder brother must taste very good.

and so……

After eating a delicious steamed stuffed bun lunch, Jianglong found a dustpan, packed nine steaming soup dumplings, and took the sesame seed cake recipe presented by his elder brother, and greeted Zhu Dachang to leave Panjiazhuang.

the next day.

Under Jianglong's coercion, Zhu Dachang bought some flour, condiments and other ingredients with the ten Wen money given by the other party to start the fund, and made [-] sesame seed cakes according to the recipe.

Then, borrowing the dustpan that Jianglong brought from his eldest brother's house, he went out to sell sesame seed cakes.

Jianglong followed far behind, monitoring Zhu Dachang's behavior to prevent him from stealing or hiding.

Beggars are best at hiding food. There is a saying that dogs are hard to change and eat shit. He will not be at ease if he does not supervise Zhu Dachang for a period of time to confirm that the other party has changed his mind and started to rely on himself to make money by selling sesame seed cakes.

"Selling biscuits."

"Freshly baked Zhu Dachang Biscuits!"

"Selling biscuits... selling biscuits..."

Zhu Dachang carried [-] sesame seed cakes and peddled them along the street, but his voice was too low, only a few people passing by could hear him, and others couldn't hear them.

Therefore, the attention they attracted was limited, and none of them were sold for half an hour.

"How come no one buys such delicious biscuits?"

Zhu Dachang was puzzled, subconsciously grabbed a biscuit and put it in his mouth, and ate it deliciously.

"It's really mud that can't support the wall..."

Jiang Long, who was following behind, just wanted to step forward to reprimand, when he saw the pedestrians around him stop in a hurry, and gathered towards Zhu Dachang, and their footsteps stopped.

"Hey~~ Do you sell these biscuits?"

A Confucian scholar with some spare money in his pocket asked.

"selling."

Zhu Dachang said in a daze: "You, what do you want to do?"

I just called for a long time and no one was watching, but after I ate a bite, I was immediately surrounded by people. I counted it roughly, and there were 50 people.

Zhu Dachang, who had never experienced such a battle, was a little panicked!
"Just sell it, how much is it?"

Confucianism that I asked before.

"Two words."

"It's a bit expensive, but it's so fragrant, it's worth the price. I'll take two."

The Confucian scholar readily took out four copper plates, put them into Zhu Dachang's dustpan, and took two sesame cakes by the way.

Under the leadership of Confucian scholars, other people also started to pay for sesame seed cakes.

"I want two too."

"I want one."

"The three of me..."

"Hey, don't grab it!"

"Leave a few for me."

The 29 sesame seed cakes were robbed in an instant, leaving only a small pile of copper plates in the dustpan.

The number is definitely wrong.

Zhu Dachang, who was doing business for the first time, was in a daze throughout the whole process. He was supposed to collect 58 copper coins, but only received less than [-] copper coins.

Jianglong saw it clearly.

But he doesn't intend to pursue, these are things that Zhu Dachang needs to pay attention to, after going through it a few times, he will be more careful in the future, he is just Zhu Dachang's master, not Zhu Dachang's father, and he can't control him for the rest of his life.

"Well, delicious biscuits! It smells so good!"

"Too enjoyable!"

Passers-by who snatched Zhu Dachang sesame seed cakes let out a gasp of wonder.

Some people who didn't buy it were ready to leave, but they understood the voices of passers-by, and their greed was hooked again.

Someone couldn't help complaining: "Hey~~ you sell sesame seed cakes, why do you sell so much at one time? It's not enough for us to buy, will you still sell it tomorrow?"

"For sale, for sale."

Zhu Dachang, who gradually came to his senses, said happily upon hearing this.

"Then do more tomorrow."

"Good good."

"..."

"Master, the biscuits are sold out."

Zhu Dachang cheerfully ran to the master's side and started chattering away from the customers who didn't buy sesame seed cakes.

That happy, show-off look is very much like a child who has finished his housework and is waiting for his parents to exaggerate.

Jianglong smiled and patted Zhu Dachang on the shoulder, and asked, "Dachang, how does it feel to make money in business?"

"How do you feel?" Zhu Dachang thought for a while and said seriously: "It's not easy to ask for money, it's better to be a beggar. Just reach out and ask for it with a broken bowl."

"..." Jianglong shut himself up.

"Haha~~ Master, don't lie."

"Although doing business to make money is more tiring than begging for money, it feels very different. Buying things and making money by yourself will give you a great sense of accomplishment..."

Zhu Dachang laughed happily, and cried just after laughing.

He never thought that his hands could be used to make money in business besides begging for money, which felt very unreal.

But, enjoyable.

He likes the feeling of exchanging labor for income.

I didn't think about working before, because I was a beggar since I was a child, and I got a skin disease, and the rich people didn't dare to take him. Over time, I became a salted fish.

It's different now.

Now that Zhu Dachang's skin disease is cured, and he has enough food and clothing skills, he can live a prosperous life.

As long as the sesame cake business continues, I will have a house, a wife, and everything.

"You boy."

Jiang Long thumped Zhu Dachang's chest with his hand, and said with a smile, "You did a good job just now! Even I was fooled by you."

"Master, thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I might have been a beggar for the rest of my life."

"Thanking me is not enough, you have to thank my elder brother."

"If you want it, I will buy gifts and come to thank you when I make money in a few days."

"It's good to have this heart, and the gift is fine. My elder brother does not lack your little gift."

"..."

Zhu Dachang sold sesame seed cakes and tasted the joy of doing business and creating income with his hands. Before dawn the next day, he got up and made dough to make sesame seed cakes.

He used yesterday's principal and proceeds to buy ingredients and noodles, made more than 100 biscuits and took them to the street, and they were all sold out within half an hour.

On the third day, two hundred biscuits were still not enough to sell.

On the fourth day, Zhu Dachang paid someone to make dough for himself and made [-] biscuits, but it was still not enough to sell...

But he doesn't plan to increase the amount. Three hundred sesame seed cakes a day and a gross profit of six hundred yuan, after deducting the principal and wages, there are still two hundred yuan left, so he can earn a thousand yuan in five days.

Thousands of dollars are consistent, consistent one tael of silver, 30 days a month, can earn six taels of silver.

Zhu Dachang was content.

(End of this chapter)