After being crossed, I have reached the pinnacle of my life

Soon it was time to open the shop.

Jiang Zhou was not idle in those two days. He also made a few advertisements in imitation of modern leaflets - the words were written by Wen Yan, and the food pictures on them were also drawn by Wen Yan.

Wen Yan and Jiang Zhou were sent to study since they were young. Compared with Jiang Zhou who fished for three days and posted on the Internet for two days, Wen Yan was very serious. At that time, the teacher gave Jiang Zhou all the homework. made by boat.

And what Jiang Zhou did most often was to squat outside the door, lying in the corner to tempt Wen Yan who was doing his homework, and tried every means to trick Wen Yan out to play.

Therefore, when making the advertising leaflet, Wen Yan made fun of Jiang Zhou: "Now I think of me, who told you not to study hard?"

At that time, Jiang Zhou was grinding and laying paper for him, and he laughed when he heard it: "It is enough for a family to have one smart person. The smarter my wife is, the less worry I have, isn't it?"

Wen Yan glared at him: "Poor mouth."

After speaking, he continued to draw the advertising leaflet in his hand, and there were four large characters written in a particularly conspicuous place on it: Jiangjia Restaurant.

According to Jiang Zhou's description, the rest of the places are painted with various delicacies. Most of the paintings at the moment are popular in ink and wash, all in black and white. Wen Yan.

Wen Yan had never been exposed to this kind of painting method before, and he dared to write after practicing for a long time, and found that the effect was very good. Compared with a mass of ink, it is obvious that the painting made by this kind of paint is more realistic.

Jiang Zhou held the big poster that was about to be pasted in the store and exclaimed: "My wife is amazing. She paints so well with paints that have never been used before! Look at the color matching, the delicate brushstrokes! Perfect!"

Wen Yan's face was flushed by his blowing: "What are you doing!"

His skin was fair and delicate, and when he blushed, it was like the morning dew reflecting the red glow, with inexplicable embarrassment.

Jiang Zhou just likes to see him like this.

……

Jiang Zhou had announced in advance that he was going to open a store. During those two days when he was selling oden, he would give away a piece of advertising paper to anyone who came. Therefore, when the actual opening took place, many people came, some of whom were his past diners. There are also passers-by who are attracted by the advertising paper.

Long strings of bright red firecrackers crackled, and Lu Dalang and his wife, who were invited to help, also stood at the door to welcome the guests, while Jiang Zhou was busy in the kitchen behind.

Considering that there were a lot of people on the first day of opening, he prepared everything that could be prepared in advance, as long as it was heated on site.

Therefore, the running water table is very fast.

Fresh meat wontons, three delicacies steamed stuffed buns, steamed buns, pork jelly, soft steamed chicken feet... all kinds of things, each person is limited to three servings, and the viewers are dazzled and stunned.

When preparing the things, Lu Dalang didn't help, so when Jiang Zhou moved these things out, he was a little surprised: He knew that Jiang Zhou had a brain full of novelties, but he didn't expect there to be so many, it was amazing!

True Flowing Seat.

Even he was dumbfounded, and those who had never seen the world were even more dumbfounded. The ingredients they were familiar with were made into something they had never seen before, and there were more than one!How did people's brains grow up like this?

They are willing to come in and spend a sum of money to feel it.

But soon, they discovered that this kind of enjoyment is a kind of torture to a certain extent.

The one I ordered was delicious, but seeing the completely different food next door, I am so hungry!But!Jiang Zhou is limited to three copies!What should I do if I am already full!

Woo woo woo, the food next door smells so good, I'm so greedy.

He could only forcibly turn his face away from the table on his left, and turned his head—why do you think the table on the right is also delicious?

The chicken feet in his hand suddenly... No, they are still very fragrant, soft and palatable, they melt with a light sip, delicious!

In this way, there are not too many people who think the same.

Therefore, regarding what Jiang Zhou said, the delicacies are not repeated every day. They feel that it is so wonderful. It is great to be able to eat different delicacies every day!

What?Limited queue?

They waved their hands: the platoon is over!Anyway, things are not expensive, it is still possible to enjoy it!

Everyone buried their heads in eating, and there was harmony.

Then Liu Buping came with a few playboys.

Those few people were well-known rich kids in the town—to put it nicely, they were kids from rich families, and to put it bluntly, they were playboys who hated cats and dogs.

Most of them were fools, when Qiu Yuanwai was still around, they hung out with Young Master Qiu, and when Liu Yuanwai came, they hung out with Liu Buping, anyway, there was always a leader.

Such a large group of unscrupulous people stood at the door of the shop, which shocked the people in line.

One of them questioned: "Is it just such a small broken shop?"

"Who is there here? Why does it look so poor?"

"Tsk tsk, is the food in this shop edible?"

A long series of doubts, talking about it in a hurry.

Liu Buping, who was the leader, gave them a look: "I like to eat or not."

A group of people immediately fell silent, and one of them came out to smooth things over: "Hey, the place that Xiao Liuer introduced must have something to offer, what's there to question?"

Liu Buping was proud: "That's right, I'll miss it someday!"

Although he doesn't like Jiangzhou, he likes Jiangzhou's food!He was so picky that he was deeply impressed!

"But there are too many people here! How do we eat?"

After hearing this, Lu Dalang who was standing next to him pointed to the big poster and said, "Don't worry, all the food in this restaurant can be taken away, but it tastes better if you eat it fresh in the store."

Liu Buping took a look: "Tsk, this kid is quite thoughtful."

He glanced inside: "Give me a copy of all your things!"

Lu Dalang showed a embarrassed expression: "This... But the restaurant has a regulation, one person can only limit three servings... You only have six people, you can't pack it all!"

Liu Buping was impatient: "Aren't there still servants here? Just count their heads as well."

"Come on, keep the number plate, and I will pick up the meal with the number plate later!"

Everyone: "???"

"Do you know who we are? The young master of the rice shop on the East Street, the young owner of the Qianzhuang, the eldest son of the Sihe Restaurant, and the young master of the business!" He pointed to Liu Buping: "The only son of Liu Yuan's family."

His eyes were a little unbelievable: "How dare you let us line up to get the number?"

Lu Dalang didn't change his face: "I'm sorry, but the rules of restaurants are like this."

The man still wanted to talk, and Liu Buping became impatient again: "What are you doing talking so much?"

He opened the fan and said to the people lined up at the door, "Get out of the way!"

The people at the door froze for a moment. This group of people is rich and powerful, and they really can't afford to offend them. However, the scent coming from inside is too strong. They have not caught up with the first batch. If they wait for another batch... unwilling.

Therefore, Liu Buping waited for a long time without waiting for someone to make way for him.

He almost smoked out of his seven orifices.

However, when he thought of Jiang Zhou's feather dusters, he withered in an instant, and could only line up bitterly.

Jiang Zhou knew nothing about it.

The strong aroma overflowed, bringing a lively atmosphere of fireworks to this small town surrounded by ice and snow.

A carriage passed by the door of the shop. This section of the road was too narrow, and the crowd had to be dispersed to pass the carriage. The groom yelled at them and drove them away, muttering, "Why are there so many people?"

The bustling noise outside alarmed the people in the carriage: "What's wrong?"

The groom turned around: "My lord, there are too many people on this road, it will take a while to pass."

The person inside opened the curtain and took a look, revealing his face, allowing people to see the two mustaches on his face at a glance: "This town is quite lively, if you are not in a hurry, you should really take a look."

Mustache lowered his head and looked at the person lying next to him. It was a young man who was only thirteen or fourteen years old. The young man had a high fever, his face was flushed, his brows were tightly frowned, and he was sobbing in pain.

"Son, hold on a little longer, Dad will take you to see a doctor right away!"

The young man seemed to be aware of it, sobered up briefly, and instantly smelled the familiar aroma, he was a little dazed: "Is this? The smell of stinky tofu?"

The willows outside were uneven and asked the servant to take all the packed things home. One of them was stinky tofu, which had an extremely strong smell and almost suffocated people to death.

The young man closed his eyes and smelled it carefully, and it was indeed a familiar smell.

He had a sore nose in an instant, and murmured, "I... I'm finally home?"

His voice was soft, and the mustache couldn't hear clearly, when he heard the word "go home", he couldn't help but feel a little sad: "Don't worry, son, you can go back soon!"

His work this time is about to be completed, and it will be completely resolved after inspecting this last town. At that time, he will take his son home!

The carriage rolled away, but the Jiang family restaurant was still bustling.

Since opening the shop, Jiang Zhou and Wen Yan's time has become more and more compact. After discussing with each other, they hired a couple from the dental shop to help them look after the shop.

The woman Lu Xiaoniang was in charge of washing the dishes, the man Ding Bai was in charge of serving the dishes, Jiang Zhou stayed in the back kitchen, and Wen Yan also helped.

Because most of the dishes selected are dishes that can be prepared in advance, and only need to be heated to watch the fire, so sometimes Jiang Zhou can take care of Ding Bai when he leaves for temporary matters.

Jiang Zhou had something to do temporarily, so he wanted to see how his new house was being built.

His land deed specially chose an excellent location, with the green hills at the back and the lake on the side, the scenery is good, and the area is not bad.

During the time he was preparing the shop, Liu Erlang had already started work with his men, first laying down the foundation.

At the moment Liu Erlang is asking someone to mix cement.

He had already fired the cement ahead of time as Jiang Zhou said. Now that Jiang Zhou came, he was obviously a little excited: "This is really a good thing!"

He originally had the idea of ​​doing business based on this, but he realized the difficulty when he started to do it. The ratio of those materials needs to be well controlled, otherwise the burned cement can't be mixed with water to solidify, and the What kind of limestone with those raw materials, if Jiang Zhou hadn't pointed it out, he wouldn't even know what it was and where it came from!

These craftsmen have always been self-satisfied—after all, they have a specialty, but only now did they realize how narrow-minded they are: there are many things they don’t know.

Therefore, Liu Erlang was studying silently while building a house for Jiang Zhou.

"After the cement is mixed, the frame of the house can be started."

Jiang Zhou said: "It's hard work."

Liu Erlang's eyes brightened: "It's not hard work. Speaking of which, I'm still in your honor, knowing these different things."

Jiang Zhou said dumbly: "Actually, it's nothing."

He had seen it in the memory of the time traveler. In those novels, whenever someone travels through, he must develop cement and glass, but the cost of glass is high, and Jiang Zhou does not have the capital to fix it. He can only use his own ideas on his own house. Get some cement.

His father-in-law had a careful discussion with Liu Erlang and asked his opinion, and he was determined to start a cement business—Wen Yuanxing was in charge of the supply, Liu Erlang was in charge of construction, and what Wen Yuanxing promised to Liu Erlang in the first year was The first batch of deliveries, and never let the rest pass him.

As for Jiang Zhou, Wen Yuanxing said that the cement business profit is [-]% or [-]%. Wen Yan also wanted to give it to Jiang Zhou, and there was no need to split it up, it was just a process.

This batch of cement used in Jiangzhou's house was provided by Wen Yuanxing.

The craftsmen were in full swing, so Jiang Zhou went to make lunch for them in the temporary shed nearby.

When he came out, he saw Liu Erlang talking to a middle-aged man in coarse clothes.

Although he was wearing coarse clothes, he had a bookish look all over his body, and the mustache on his face was particularly obvious.

Jiang Zhou leaned closer to listen to them.

Mustache is very calm: "What is this?"

Liu Erlang didn't hide it either, anyway, even if they said the ingredients, they might not be able to make it: "This is cement."

The mustache looked a little surprised: "Cement? I think you're going to build a house. What's the use of this soft mud?"

Liu Erlang was so confused before, and he didn't realize the mystery until Jiang Zhou explained it to him, and now he just took it out to brag: "Don't look at this as soft mud, it's very useful!"

"As long as you mix it with water and mix it with bricks, you can paste a wall, which is much stronger than the current wooden houses and straw houses!"

He asked Mustache again: "What is your most common bridge and road paved?"

Mustache said: "Is there even a question? Aren't they all paved with bluestone slabs?"

Liu Erlang smiled. He intentionally wanted to push the cement out, so he didn't hide any secrets: "Is the road trembling? Is it neat?"

Mustache hesitated: "It's a little trembling." When he was still in Beijing, the bluestone slabs were tightly stitched, so he didn't tremble naturally, but on the way out to work, the carriage bumped too much on the road. I couldn't stop, not to mention the several times in the mud, the carriage almost sank, and the journey was delayed countless times.

Liu Erlang smiled and said, "Look at the road under our feet again?"

The mustache took a closer look, and he just noticed that this road is a flat yard, but it is not paved with bluestone slabs, but like a whole stone, but the stone is a little rough, that's all. But this roughness doesn't affect its flatness at all: "This is?"

Liu Erlang wanted to show off, so he asked someone to bring a basin of water, and splashed it on the ground: "The fire will not crack easily, and the water will not rot. This is the road built with cement."

The mustache trembled, and stomped on it with his foot: "Is this made of cement?"

"Cement, of course."

Mustache couldn't believe it: "What is the principle!"

Liu Erlang rubbed his head. In fact, he didn't know the principle, but Jiang Zhou told him that such a method could produce such a thing, so he tried it and it succeeded.

So he couldn't tell why, so he just smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Zhou helped him out: "This is our unique secret recipe, so naturally I didn't tell you the reason."

Mustache glanced at Jiang Zhou, then at Liu Erlang, and suddenly sighed: "Young and promising!"

With a more serious expression, he asked, "Who is in charge here? Who invented this cement?"

Jiang Zhou: "It's me."

Xiao Huzi bowed to him and clapped his hands, very solemnly: "Governor Zhuobang in Xiaxia City, may I ask if I can come in and talk in detail?"

Jiang Zhou blinked and avoided his salute: "Please, Governor."

He said to Liu Erlang again: "Tell them to rest and eat later."

Zhuobang entered the work shed and stroked his beard: "To tell you the truth, I invite you in because I want to discuss something."

Jiang Zhou pretended to be confused with an understanding: "What's the matter?"

"Xiaoyou, is this cement going to be used by oneself or put into production?"

"Naturally it's going to be put into production."

Zhuobang naturally guessed it, rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and said: "Then, I don't know, would you like to cooperate with me?"

Jiang Zhou smiled, "Cooperate with you?"

Zhuobang coughed lightly: "Actually it's not me, and..." He pointed to the sky.

Jiang Zhou understood in seconds.

In the novels read by the traveler, most of the protagonists are dressed in dignified status. They are not little princes or princes. They are rich and powerful, and the cement they make is for the royal family, and most of them are in power. In exchange for prosperity and wealth, in exchange for people's hearts.

It's not that Jiang Zhou didn't think about this issue, but he was a small town in a remote place, where did he have the opportunity to contact those people?If it is handed over to outsiders, it may be thrown somewhere, and they may not take care of it.So I took a break from my thoughts, and at most thought, when cement houses become popular in the future, most people above will notice, and just let it be.

As a result, Zhuobang came.

He blinked: "How can I believe you?"

Zhuobang suddenly remembered the rough sackcloth he was still wearing: "Well, I'm out on business, and I have to go back here. Look, can you give me a bag of cement, and I will present it after I return? Ask the higher-ups to see look?"

Jiang Zhou thought about it for a while, and it seemed... there was nothing wrong with it?A bag of cement can't affect anything, and he can't use it to build a new house, can he?It doesn't matter if you give him a bag.

Therefore, Jiang Zhou agreed.

Zhuobang's eyes lit up: "I will definitely live up to my trust!"

After Zhuobang left, Liu Erlang came in, hesitantly asked, "Is that man really the governor?"

Jiang Zhou's tone remained unchanged: "Who knows."

Liu Erlang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then you asked someone to remove a bag of cement?"

"It's just a bag of cement." Jiang Zhou didn't take it seriously, "I see that he has a breeze in his sleeves, even though he is wearing coarse linen, he still has a strong character, and have you noticed a detail?"

"what?"

Jiang Zhou smiled: "His shoes, although they are cloth shoes, are very clean, without a single speck of mud on them, do they look like us?"

As long as you are really a villager, even a townr, your shoes will not look like that.

Jiang Zhou observed it specially. His soles were extremely soft and comfortable, and they were carefully sewn.

Liu Erlang was a little anxious: "If he is really the governor, then after the cement is donated, can we still have our business?"

Jiang Zhou shook his head: "You think too much. If you really donate it, it will also make us famous. You think, we are the first place to produce cement. When people talk about cement, they will think of it first. That’s where we are, don’t you think?”

Liu Erlang nodded with a half understanding.

Jiang Zhou continued, speaking out what he had thought up before: "What's more, we can't afford such a big stall."

"If it's just a simple business, we won't be able to contract such a large demand. In the future, there will be more and more places that need cement, and we can't satisfy it at all. We can only rely on the prophets at the beginning to occupy the market earlier and develop word of mouth. "

In fact, if the imperial court intervenes, their future risks will be less.

At least the price will not be lowered maliciously because of commercial competition.

……

On the other side, Zhuobang ordered someone to carry the bag of cement back. As soon as he got home, a young man rushed out from inside: "Father!"

Zhuobang patted his head: "Where did you go to play today?"

The young boy Zhuo Yan curled his lips: "Those dudes invited me out for dinner, but I didn't go, I was just reading at home!"

The news of their arrival here was not hidden at all, they just came earlier, but they were also known, so Liu Yuanwai wanted to see him many times, but Zhuobang was used to going to the bottom village first, so he ignored him for the time being he.

Zhuobang couldn't find a trace, so they tried to find Zhuoyan—they knew that Zhuobang took Zhuoyan, who had a high fever, to the hospital that day, and they felt that Zhuobang doted on his son, and it was good to start with Zhuoyan.

Liu Yuanwai's thinking was very simple, Zhuo Yan was a half-year-old boy, just when he was curious about the outside world, and his son Liu Buping always loved making friends, so why not let him go.

So he asked Liu Buping to ask someone out to play.

Who knew that people didn't buy it at all, Zhuo Yan didn't go out at all, and didn't pay attention to him at all.

At this moment Zhuo Yan was looking curiously at the gray bag behind Zhuo Bang: "What is this?"

Zhuobang smiled: "This is a good thing I found in a village."

Zhuo Yan had already opened the bag, and his eyes widened after seeing the contents inside: "This...this is!" Cement? ! !

Zhuobang laughed: "This thing is called cement, and it can be very useful!"

Zhuo Yan was already panicking, and he couldn't believe it: "This... how could this happen!"

Zhuobang was a little surprised to see his reaction so big: "Do you know this thing?"

Zhuo Yan only felt that his gaze could penetrate him, and immediately adjusted his expression: "No, I don't know, I don't know about this thing, what is it for?"

In fact, he was a little flustered. At this moment, where did he get the cement? !

Zhuobang didn't doubt that there was him, but thought that his son was too tired after waking up with a high fever, so he was a little strange: "I'll talk to you later, anyway, this thing is a treasure, we have to transport it back, can your father replace it?" Go up to the next floor to see this thing."

Although Zhuo Yan was surprised in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, even though his heart was already in turmoil.

Zhuobang sighed: "I've been walking for a day, I'm really tired, I'm so hungry, I bought food outside, my son is leaving, and I'm going to eat with my father!"

Zhuo Yan sat down with Zhuobang, and almost jumped up when he saw several delicacies put on the table by the servant.

Milk cake, baked gluten, horseshoe crisp, rice noodle soup.

Everything was familiar, but it was this familiarity that made him collapse even more.

Why does this place have these! !

Zhuobang saw him motionless, and felt a little strange. In fact, since his son's fever subsided, he always felt that Zhuo Yan was weird, but he didn't say it out. Don't you like eating these?"

Zhuo Yan froze: "No, no, I'm just a little curious, where did you buy these things, Dad? I haven't even seen them before."

It turned out to be the reason, and Zhuobang did not suspect him: "This is what my father saw when he passed by a restaurant. The business there was good, and many people were queuing. I inquired about it and said it was a restaurant with good taste. I bought these and came back to taste."

He picked up a chopstick of rice noodles for Zhuo Yan: "How about a taste?"

Zhuo Yan took a bite stiffly, and found that the taste was exactly the same as in his memory, and he was completely stunned.

At the same time, there was infinite panic in his heart.

Zhuobang saw that he stopped moving after taking a bite, and was very surprised: "What's wrong with you, son? Don't you like the taste?"

"No!" Zhuo Yan paled and looked very uncomfortable: "I just feel a little dizzy..."

He looked very uncomfortable, Zhuo Bang immediately put aside the doubts in his heart, and said nervously: "The doctor said that you kowtowed to the head, if you are really uncomfortable, go to rest, can you eat later?"

Zhuo Yan drifted back to his room, lay on the bed for a while, suddenly jumped up, and sneaked out the door.

He walked slowly along the flow of people, because he was thinking about many things, so he didn't pay attention when walking, and accidentally bumped into someone.

The man cursed: "A man who walks without looking at people!"

He hastily apologized, then remembered something: "By the way, a restaurant opened in the town recently, do you know where it is?"

The man glanced at him, saw that his face was pale and he couldn't say anything, and when he heard him talking about Jiang's restaurant, he laughed: "You mean the newly opened Jiang's restaurant? It's in Fengtai Teahouse On that street."

Zhuo Yan nodded, turned and left.

The man looked at his back, and suddenly patted his head: "Hey! This man is a stranger! Do you know the way?"

Zhuo Yan, who was judged by him as ignorant of the way, went to Fengtai Teahouse unsteadily.

When he arrived, Jiang's restaurant was still very lively.

There are a lot of people coming and going in this place on weekdays, but most of them are passing by. The scene of many people queuing in front of the shop is only in recent days.

Zhuo Yan walked forward erratically, but was stopped by a few people next to him: "Hey, what are you doing! Let's line up later!"

He was squeezed to the back of the line in a daze, and heard someone discussing in front of him: "What do you order today?"

"It must be soup powder, it's so noisy in this weather."

The other shook his head: "There's too much water, I have to work later, I have to eat those solid ones."

"Hi! What are you bothering about? After all, this restaurant has everything, and you can just pick what you want." The speaker put his hands in his sleeves and let out a breath of steam: "Besides, you guys are here right now. Think carefully about it later, if you smell it, you might want to buy something else."

A few people chatted casually, Zhuo Yan followed the team and slowly moved forward, finally it was his turn.

A gentle voice sounded: "What do you want to eat?"

Zhuo Yan raised his head in a daze, just in time to see Wen Yan sitting on the edge of the counter, it was too cold, he was wearing a fluffy scarf, the gray rabbit fur was trembling by the wind brought in from outside the door, his eyes were peaceful and gentle , Seeing that he didn't speak, he repeated: "What do you want to eat?"

Only now did Zhuo Yan realize that he was hungry, so he casually ordered a bowl of noodles and sat in the corner, looking up at Wen Yan.

Probably because the weather was too cold, he rubbed his hands, took the list in his hand and went into the room. The person inside Zhuo Yan couldn't see clearly, but he looked familiar from his back. He put down the vegetable spoon in his hand and held Wen With Yan's hand, he breathes carefully.

The two held hands together, and Wen Yanxiao's eyes narrowed together.

Zhuo Yan couldn't help but poked his head to take a look again. It happened that Jiang Zhou turned around to pick up something, and a familiar face was reflected in Zhuo Yan's eyes.

Zhuo Yan's chopsticks fell on the table.

……

Jiang Zhou stuffed the small hot water bottle into Wen Yan's hand: "I don't know how to take this while sitting outside, my hands are so frozen."

Wen Yan looked at the red hands, a little indifferent: "It's okay, it was more serious than this time before, why is it so delicate, it's just that it's not convenient to write."

Jiang Zhou glared at him: "Be careful no matter what, the past is the past, our life is easier, and you should be kinder to yourself."

"Okay." Wen Yan smiled warmly, "You are so nervous, and I am even more nervous with you. Are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Jiang Zhou shook his head: "After you put down this bowl of noodles, if you think it's too cold to sit outside, you can sit by the stove for a while. It will be warmer if there is a fire. Ding Bai is watching at the counter."

While talking to urge Wen Yan, he scooped up the noodles from the pot and put them on the dish, not letting Wen Yan do anything, picked it up by himself and walked out: "Go and sit for a while."

He took out the noodles, looked at the number plate on the table, and put it in front of Zhuo Yan: "Your noodles."

He was about to leave, but found that the sitting boy was staring at him with his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.

"what happened?"

Zhuo Yan shook his head numbly, and said with difficulty: "It's okay."

Jiang Zhou felt strange, but didn't speak, and turned back.

The shop was busy all morning, so he was in no mood to pay attention to such a strange boy.

When he finished his work, all the bowls and chopsticks from that table were taken away, and Jiang Zhou naturally forgot about him.

Time passed like water, and Jiang Zhou's shop became more and more prosperous, and it almost became the scenery of this street.

Everyone felt a little pity that his shop no longer sells chicken cakes, and there is even less oden cooking. Fortunately, the apprentice Lu Xiangxi sells chicken cakes, and the taste is not much worse.

On this day, Lu Dexing from Fengtai Teahouse suddenly came to Jiang Zhou.

Not seeing each other for a few days, Lu Dexing seemed to have aged many years.

He was still sitting on the small chair at the entrance of the teahouse, basking in the sun with his hands in his hands.

"You came."

Jiang Zhou smiled: "Why are you free today?"

Lu Dexing swallowed slowly and brewed a pot of tea, using tea leaves that had been preserved for a long time. The green tea was cool in nature, and the sharp leaf tips twirled and trembled in the cup.

Jiang Zhou seemed to feel Lu Dexing's excitement from the trembling leaf tip, so he didn't speak.

But Lu Dexing was stunned, and sighed for a while: "I'm old, I'm getting old, I can't even make tea well."

"To tell you the truth, I have sighed more in this year than in the previous half of my life combined."

Jiang Zhou smiled: "You have too many things to worry about this year, so you feel tired."

Lu Dexing glanced at him. Jiang Zhou, who opened a new shop, is now in high spirits, full of energy, which makes him, an old man, quite envious: "You have been doing well recently."

Jiang Zhou nodded: "Well, although I'm a little tired, it's worth it."

"Worth it?" Lu Dexing chewed these two words repeatedly between his lips and teeth, as if asking himself, is it worth it?

He couldn't find the answer, so he could only turn to the young man in front of him for help: "Do you think it's worth opening my teahouse?"

Jiang Zhou was surprised: "This... I can't tell. Whether something is worth it or not depends on whether it is meaningful to you. If it is, then it is worth it."

He paused for a while, perhaps feeling Lu Dexing's depression, and said, "I don't know what you think, let alone whether it's worth it. Ask me an outsider, and I can't tell you why, you If he thinks it's worth it, then he's worth it."

Lu Dexing was thoughtful: "It's actually worth it."

"Ok?"

"When I was 20 years old, I took over this teahouse from my father. At that time, my father told me that Fengtai Teahouse is the foundation of the Lu family and the fate of the Lu family. I kept this sentence in my heart and never After that, I began to study how to make tea, how to brew all kinds of tea can make the best taste, and strive to continue this teahouse.”

His business is slow and lukewarm, obviously recalling something: "I have learned a lot, and I have been working hard for it these years, but I was a little dazed a few days ago. You may not believe it. I am so old. But like a 20-year-old young man at a loss."

Jiang Zhou shook his head. Everyone is at a loss sometimes, just like him, he has also been at a loss countless times.

Lu Dexing continued: "I used to think that it was my life's mission to keep the teahouse open, but recently I suddenly became confused. Is this my own mission or the mission given to me by my father? Those who want to keep the teahouse open mission?"

He had seen it in Jiang Zhou's shop a few days ago, so many delicious and unique things, and those novel ideas, in his opinion, were full of incredible feelings.

Jiang Zhou resolutely gave up chicken cakes and oden, and opened such a small shop instead. In his opinion, such courage was beyond his reach, and Jiang Zhou did it.

He inevitably had doubtful thoughts about himself.

Jiang Zhou still didn't speak, listening to Lu Dexing's self-narration: "I thought my idea was to open a teahouse and pass it on to my son—just like my father did before, but I think I might be wrong. "

If time goes back to when he was 20 years old, he saw the colorful world outside, saw so many novel things, infinite possibilities, he might become a carpenter - he likes woodcarving very much, and he might become a carpenter The cook—he has unique insights into food. If, he was thinking, if he hadn't accepted the mission his father gave him, would he have been confined in this teahouse all his life?Will he still be confined in a small tea room?

he does not know.

But he saw such a possibility from Jiang Zhou.

He felt that he was a little envious of Jiang Zhou's freedom and ease, who had a clear plan for his life, had clear goals, and knew how to choose.

It's a pity that he is old and can no longer make such entanglements and choices.

As if looking back on his life and rethinking his past, Lu Dexing's dejected aura underwent some subtle changes.

Although it was subtle, Jiang Zhou still felt it. He could only say that he was surprised: "You..."

Lu Dexing solemnly took out a small wooden box.

The box is locked, and it can be seen that it is old, and the paint on it is mottled, but the lock is very new, and it should be changed frequently.

Lu Dexing opened the lock tremblingly, took out a roll of papers, and spread them out one by one.

Jiang Zhou took a look and found that most of them were deeds. They were bought and sold, and more were sold.

"Over the years, in order to maintain this teahouse, I have sold many shops and teahouses. The hill to the west of the town originally belonged to my family, but a few years ago, the teahouse couldn't turn around, so I sold it to a lumber shop, and some others. Yes, basically all of them are gone, now there are only this teahouse, a small village, and a few acres of fertile land left.”

He pushed the title deed of the teahouse to Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou's face was very strange: "What are you?"

Lu Dexing sighed: "I'm going to go bankrupt if this shabby teahouse continues to open, so it's better to sell it at a good price in time."

Looking at Jiang Zhou's wide eyes, he was rarely happy: "Your little shop is too