I, the fox clan, Arita!

Cai Fucheng scolded the shop that robbed his business in his heart, but he still smiled on his face, cupped his hands and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, young master, would you like to buy some other dim sum? Our shop is also a time-honored shop, don't All of them are delicious."

"No need." Young Master Zhang refused.

"Then young master, go slowly." Cai Fucheng sent these people out.

As soon as Young Master Zhang left with the book boy and the nanny, Cai Fucheng's face darkened immediately, and he turned around and ordered his fellow Ji Xiaoze: "Go and find out who made that jam cake, buy some for me to taste. "

Ozawa took the order and ran out quickly.

Qingzhu, a book boy next to Zhang Wenhan, saw that his young master was not happy, so he persuaded him: "Young master, don't worry, anyway, the jam cake was bought at the market, let's search all over the market, can't we still find it? "

When Zhang Wenhan heard it made sense, he nodded with a straight face like a little adult and said, "Yes, we will definitely find it."

"The young master is so filial, even if you didn't buy the jam cake, Madam will be happy to know." The nanny boasted.

"I heard from the maids that the shopkeeper who sells jam cakes has jams for pregnant women," Zhang Wenhan said, "Mother has worked so hard to conceive my younger brother, I just want her to eat it to make her feel better."

The nanny beamed with joy, "Our young master has grown up, is sensible, and knows how to love Madam!"

Qingzhu was clever and sharp-eyed, and while speaking, he saw a child on the road eating a red and white pastry, which was very similar to the kind of jam cake his young master mentioned, Qingzhu immediately stopped the father and son and asked: "Brother, wait a minute, may I ask if the cake your kid eats is called jam cake?"

The man saw that the other party was dressed in extraordinary clothes and spoke politely, so he nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, this cake is sweet and sour, but it's delicious, and the little shopkeeper is very generous, you can give it away if you buy more!"

Qingzhu was overjoyed, and then asked: "Where did you buy it? Please show me the way."

"It's not far ahead, the little shopkeeper is so handsome, you can recognize it as soon as you go there, if you want to buy it, hurry up, listen to the little shopkeeper, I'm afraid it's almost sold out." The man said.

Qingzhu thanked her, then turned to her young master and said, "That's the end of the question! Young master, let's go!"

Zhang Wenhan naturally heard it too, worrying that he would not be able to buy it if it was sold out, so he hurriedly walked in the direction the man said.

Not long after, I saw the small stall selling jam cakes, standing in front of the stall was a smiling brother, really as handsome as the man said just now.

Although the little shopkeeper was wearing an ordinary linen shirt, his gestures were full of grace, and he didn't look like a peasant boy at all. If he put on a brocade robe, he might be able to compare with those nobles .

The nurse of the Zhang family glanced at the stall selling jam cakes, and nodded secretly.

In fact, the nanny didn't expect the jam cake to be so special at all. Could it be that the ones made by the farmers themselves are better than those made by those time-honored pastry shops?

Besides, I don't know if the pastry is clean. The nanny thought that if the pastry stall was not cleaned up neatly, she would persuade her young master not to buy it. The wife is very precious, and she is pregnant with her second child after almost ten years. The master doesn't know how nervous he is, eating this kind of food is not made by a serious shop, so how dare he give it to his wife.

I didn't expect to see this small stall selling jam cakes with my own eyes. It was quite different from what I imagined, and it was quite reassuring to look at.

Let’s talk about the little shopkeeper first. He has a turban on his head, his hair is all wrapped up, his clothes are neat and clean, and he has an apron around his waist. Then look at the dustpan where the cakes are placed. It’s a new dustpan, not a used one. The kind that has been blackened for several years, and a clean linen cloth is placed on the dustpan. If no one buys rice cakes, use a piece of cloth to cover the rice cakes to prevent dust from falling.

When selling rice cakes, they are not held by hand, but a curved thing made of bamboo slices, which looks like a clip with a peculiar shape. It seems that the small shopkeeper is very convenient to use, as if it is custom-made for The rice cake holder is not too big or small, just enough to hold a piece of rice cake, and it is safe without deforming the rice cake.

Zhang Wenhan, the young master of the Zhang family, looked happy, and asked, "Shopkeeper, is your jam cake appetizing? Pregnant women like it?"

Zhang Wenhan knew that he was from a rich family just by looking at his clothes, so Lingshu smiled and said, "Back to you, my rice cake with hawthorn sauce is appetizing, but this pregnant woman can't eat it. If there are pregnant women in your family, I will give it to you." Put grape sauce on the rice cake, the grape sauce is also sweet and sour, if you like sour, this is just right.”

Zhang Wenhan's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly said, "Great, you can decorate it for me! I want 50 yuan jam cake!"

"Oh, my young master, we can't fit 50 yuan in our food box," said the nanny, holding a three-layer food box in her hand. The lower layer was filled with jujube cakes bought at "Fu Cheng Ji". There are two floors left.

If it’s just rice cakes, the 50 yuan small pastries can be stacked neatly, but each piece of this cake is dipped in fingernail-sized jam, so it can only be placed flat and cannot be stacked , The two-layer food box is definitely not enough.

Zhang Wenhan's small face suddenly collapsed, and his straight eyebrows were tangled together.

Lingshu calmly said to the young master: "If you can put it down, I can put it down. I will give you rice cakes with or without jam. The grape jam is packed separately. You can dip the grape jam on the rice cakes and eat it yourself." .”

"That's good! Just pretend like this!" Zhang Wenhan immediately laughed again when he heard it, almost clapping his hands with joy.

Lingshu took out the small bamboo tube as before, and filled Zhang Wenhan with grape jam.

The nanny watched from the side, and praised: "The little shopkeeper has such a clever idea."

"They're all small gadgets, not worth mentioning." Lingshu said modestly.

He sealed the small bamboo tube and saw that there was still more than half of the grape sauce left in the small earthen jar of grape sauce at home. After thinking about it, Lingshu directly handed the small earthen jar to Zhang Wenhan who was in front of him, and said with a smile:

"I guess my son, you buy food for pregnant women. The elders in the family must be pregnant. You are so filial at such a young age. It is really admirable. I have some grape sauce left over here. I will give it to you and take it back to the elders." Eat it, besides dipping rice cakes in this sauce, you can eat it alone or dip it in other cakes, and you can drink it in water, I hope your wife will give birth to a fat boy!"

Lingshu doesn't know who is pregnant in this young master's family, but it is always correct to call her wife.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Didn't this make you lose money?" The nanny smiled and said sorry, but she had already reached out to take the little clay pot. "The little shopkeeper is really a good person." Hey, I thank you on behalf of our wife, if my wife feels good after eating this grape sauce, I will definitely come to buy more next time!"

"No loss, no loss," Ling Shu waved his hands with a smile, "I won't lose money with your words. I also have hawthorn sauce at home, which can be sold separately. Young master, do you want to bring a jar? Except for pregnant women, hawthorn sauce can’t be eaten, old people and children can eat a little bit to appetize and digest, it’s sour and sweet, and it’s also a delicious drink with some sugar in the water.”

"How much?" Zhang Wenhan immediately asked, he is still a child under ten years old after all, how can he not be greedy when he sees novel food,

"Twenty cents a jar," Ling Shu said, "If you eat one or two spoonfuls each time, this jar can last for a long time. The earthenware jar in my house is not good-looking. You bought it back and replaced it with a small white porcelain bottle. The color is different. It’s very pretty. But you can’t eat too much of this, as eating too much at one time will hurt your spleen and stomach.”

Zhang Wenhan said directly: "Then buy a can."

Twenty Wen to buy a small can of snacks and snacks is indeed very expensive for farmers, but for people like the Zhang family, it is not worth mentioning at all.

The ordinary people who came to buy jam cakes before, Lingshu didn't tell them not to eat too much, because they were not rich, and they bought them just to buy them back and eat them fresh. No one would buy too much at once, but this young man Lingshu was worried that the children would be greedy and eat too much, and they would spoil their stomachs.

Zhang Wenhan's book boy paid the money and took over the clay pot. Both the buyer and the seller were very satisfied.

Lingshu sent off the master and servant of the Zhang family, in a good mood, with a smile on his face all the time, but his eldest brother didn't understand, and asked: "Little brother, you are too generous, give the young master half a jar The grape sauce dipped in the rice cakes can cost dozens of yuan. According to the price you sell for the hawthorn sauce, it is worth ten yuan. The family is rich at first glance, so you just sold it to It's not like they can't afford it..."

Why give it away, it's a waste of money.

Yan Dachuan thought a little bit distressedly, ten pennies is 20 yuan rice cakes.

Yan Dachuan didn't say what he said directly, but Lingshu understood what he meant, so he wasn't angry, and still smiled and said, "Brother, do you understand this is called marketing? I've lost ten cents now, but this family will let you in the future." I earned back a lot of ten coins."

"Think about it, a rich family usually has a big family and a big business. His family must have a lot of people. He took it home and ate it and thought it was delicious. Could it be that other people in the family want to eat it and then come to buy ours? Jam? For the time being, only our family can make jam, and they must come to our house to buy it, so we can make a little money before no one imitates it."

With Lingshu's explanation, both Yan Dachuan and Chen Lanzhi felt suddenly enlightened, and they nodded repeatedly.

"My younger brother is still smart!" Chen Lanzhi praised Lingshu.

In fact, these things are very common, but Yan Dachuan and his wife are honest farmers after all, and they have no intention of doing business. Now that Lingshu mentions it a little bit, as long as they are willing, they will soon understand.

A few people were talking, another little brother came in front of the stall, this little brother was Xiao Ze, the employee of "Fu Cheng Ji", Xiao Ze was watching from a distance, and he came only after the master and servant of the Zhang family left of.

Before Ozawa could open his mouth, Lingshu pulled his apron and stood up and asked with a smile, "Brother, do you want to buy jam cakes? It costs two yuan a penny. It may be a bit expensive, but don't worry, you won't regret it if you eat it. "