I sell hot pot in Dasong [farming]

After working hard all day, when I went home to settle the accounts, not only did I not make a profit, but I also lost money.

A day's ingredients cost [-] Wen, but only [-] Wen was returned. There was still a large pot of soup and two baskets of meat and vegetables that were not sold out.

Sinan sighed silently, it's not a good start!

Erlang grabbed the door panel and asked nervously, "How much did you earn?"

"So much." Sinan immediately raised his smiling face and shook the ampule at him.

The copper coin didn't even fill half of the bottle, and after a little shaking, it made a ding-ding-dong-dong sound.

Erlang expressed doubts.

Si Nan fished him into his arms, and dumped half a bottle of copper coins on the table, spreading it out in a large area, "Look, is there a lot?"

Erlang was not shocked by Qian, but was shocked by his actions.He has grown so big, he has never been hugged by his elder brother, and it is the first time that he realizes that this lazy and weak elder brother is so strong...

The little guy broke free with a blushing face, stuffed the copper coins back into the flask one by one, and ran towards the west room while holding them, "I'll keep the money so you don't have to waste it."

"Hey, brat..." Si Nan laughed, "Leave the bottle anyway."

Erlang slammed the door shut.

Only then did Simon suppress his smile.

Even if you pay more, you can't let the children worry about it.

If you are a man, you should cheer up. If you lose today, you will be over if you earn back tomorrow.

He counted the bowls and chopsticks—it was inconvenient in ancient times, there were no disposable takeaway boxes, and a bowl had to be set up for a small hot pot—fortunately, there were not too many, and everyone returned them in the end.

After all, most of the people who buy food in Zhouqiao are people who live nearby, and no one will be greedy for a bowl.

The folk customs are so simple, and Sinan feels that the ancient times are not bad.

It’s good to have repeat customers, they will bring their own bowls; it’s okay to make the stall bigger, at least a few tables and chairs can be placed; with a storefront, it’s perfect, and half of the ideal is realized.

Si Nan smirked for a while, and excitedly made a new plan.

The next day, as usual, Yinzheng got up at one moment.

Before dawn, Sinan fought a set of martial arts against the Venus star, went to the morning market to buy fresh meat and vegetables, and returned home to start cooking broth.

The bottom of the mutton pot is relatively simple, just use a few big stick bones to make the bottom, wrap cloves, star anise, pepper, and cinnamon to remove the fishy smell, and put the rest of the salt, vinegar, sesame oil and other seasonings out of the pot.

The fish soup pot is not difficult, put a few fresh small crucian carp, add scallions, ginger slices, star anise, salt, and other seasonings are not needed, what is needed is the fresh fragrance of the fish itself.

It is necessary to control the intensity of the fire. If the fire is too high, it is easy to burn dry. If the fire is too small, the color and taste of the food will be wrong.

In the past, Si's father also used firewood to cook the soup base. Si Nan was responsible for adding firewood since he was a child, and he practiced it early.When I come here, I cook with a firewood pot every day, and I am quite used to it.

There is also a sour soup pot.

This step is more complicated. You need to stir-fry the pickled vegetables with cooked pork until fragrant, then add scallions, large pieces of ginger, garlic, and star anise, then put boiling water, add salt, noodle sauce, and rock sugar.

Sprinkle some Chinese prickly ash when eating, boil some fungus, bean curd, soybean sprouts, chicken feet, duck feet, hairy tripe... This combination is Si Nan's favorite, and he can eat a big pot every time.

The last is the jujube health pot.

Add tremella, lily, rock sugar, and simmer. The method is simple, but the ingredients are expensive.This is specially added by Si Nan, and it is specially for women and children, especially rich wives from rich families. If they can catch their eyes, they will not worry about not making money.

"What? Rich people have their own kitchens, so they don't buy food outside?" Sinan frowned and said in a rough voice.

"Rich people still like to follow suit. They may not buy other foods, but Bianjing's No. [-] hot pot must be bought!" Sinan retorted with his eyes bent and a smile on his face.

"There is so much food on the state bridge, why should I just buy yours?" His voice was rough again.

"Shanren has his own tricks." He smirked again.

"You blow it!"

"Don't believe me? Just wait and see."

"Just wait and see, hum."

"Humph!"

Si Nan played two roles by himself, having a great time playing.

Erlang stood in the yard, his round face wrinkled into a ball.

Aunt Liu's family said that his brother had become better, but he still didn't believe it. Looking at it this way, he was really wise.

My elder brother is still that silly elder brother, and he still has to shoulder the burden of supporting the family.

Hey, stop talking, I went to study.

Erlang clenched his small fists, packed his breakfast in a dignified manner, carried a small bookcase on his back, took small square steps, and went out facing the sun at six or seven o'clock.

Simon took a green onion and chased it out, "Remember to finish your breakfast, don't keep it until noon, I will send you a new one at noon."

Erlang waved his hand coolly.

Looking at his short calves and big bookcase, Si Nan suddenly felt an old father's sense of responsibility.

Go back and make him a schoolbag!

A little man who wants to be a great general can't be weighed down by a book box.

These days, there should be no secrets between neighbors and houses. The story of Sinan going to Zhouqiao to set up a stall has already spread throughout the alley.

Early in the morning, the tea soup alley was filled with the smell of hot pot, and the greedy worms in the stomachs of the neighbors were aroused. Those who were richer had to go to the street to weigh two liang of meat, and two drops of oil were sprinkled in the vegetable soup of the poorer.

At the dinner table of Yu's family, the three daughters drank vegetable porridge, and only a bowl of noodle soup mixed with meat oil was placed in front of Yu Qibao.

Even so, Yu Qibao was still not satisfied, and shouted loudly: "Brother Dalang sells hotpot in Zhouqiao, Erlang ate a whole pot last night, Niuniu also ate it, I want to eat too!"

Hu stared, "Do you know what that thing is, so you dare to eat it? If it's really that good, why don't you see anyone selling it?"

"What is it?"

"Poison! Specially poisons children, whoever eats it will become stupid!"

Yu Qibao sniffed in fright, "Erlang is Brother Dalang's younger brother..."

"It was my own younger brother who did it. Without Erlang as a motivator, wouldn't Dalang be able to monopolize the Si family's house?"

Yu San'er stopped her chopsticks and gave Hu a blank look, "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the child?"

"Just say it in front of him, or you will be bullied to death by those two brothers! And you—" Hu poked Qibao's forehead, "Don't call Dalang brother, Dalang brother all day long, he Not your brother."

"... Oh." Yu Qibao poked his head down and ate a mouthful of noodles resentfully.

After a while, I couldn't help but ask again: "Is it really poisonous?"

"Toxic, not only will you be poisoned if you eat it, but you can also think about it all day long."

Yu Qibao's slender eyes widened suddenly, and the snot bubbles came out from fright.

Yu Sanniang sneered, "If you want me to say, let him eat, maybe he can fight poison with poison."

Yu Qibao spat at her, "I don't want to be poisoned!"

The spitting star sprayed into Sanniang's bowl, Sanniang's face turned black, she threw the bowl and left.

Except for the aunt, no one stopped her.

It took a while for Mrs. Hu to recall, "Silent hoof, you are calling your brother stupid! See if I won't screw your mouth!"

Si Nan passed by Yu's house on a snack cart, and heard ghosts crying and wolves howling inside.

The loud whistle is blown, the fashionable little tricycle is stepped on, and it is time to set up a stall!

Today, Sinan came prepared.

Not famous?

It doesn't matter, we have plenty of ways to promote it!

Can't sell?

Don't worry, as long as you can afford this face!

The car is stabilized, the signboard is inserted, the firewood is lit, the small hot pot is cooked, the big cattail fan is fanned, and finally the secret weapon is drawn out...

"Boom boom boom boom—clang!"

"Boom boom boom boom—clang!"

A small drum, a small gong, a small voice.The big boss of our company not only sells hot pot, but also performs art!

"Boom, boom, clang, clang!" "Don't miss it when you pass by, Si's small hot pot, twenty yuan a bowl!"

"Twenty cents a bowl, if you can't buy it, you will suffer a loss, if you can't buy it, you won't be fooled, if you buy it, you will make a profit!"

The cries of modern bad streets are really new in Tokyo City of Song Dynasty, and a circle of people surrounds them in a short time.

While beating the drums, Sinan was able to compose lyrics to the beat.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't eaten it, you can get a bowl for twenty yuan."

"Fish pot, sheep pot, sour soup pot, you can choose spicy or sweet!"

"Boom boom boom boom—clang!"

"Boom boom boom boom—clang!"

"Six meat and eight vegetables plus soup base, twenty Wen to eat a full stomach."

"Boom boom boom boom—clang clang clang!"

Not only can it be edited, but it can also interact with the audience.

"Yes, you heard that right."

"Lovely old man, lovely children, all [-]% off!"

"Boom boom boom boom—clang!"

"What? Repeat customer?"

"We will give away meatballs for repeat customers, not one, not two, but three for one!"

"Boom boom boom boom—clang clang clang!"

Don't say it, this trick is quite effective.

Everyone was happy to see it, and habitually paid out, half of which realized, no, they are not selling art, but selling hot pot.

Come on, buy it and try it!

As soon as Si Nan put the drumsticks on, the heat boiled up.

Everyone cheered again.

There were few people who bought yesterday, and it didn't show Sinan's ability. At this time, more than a dozen copies were sold in one go, and the hand that was grabbing the vegetables was about to fly. A row of five small pots were all boiled, adding soup, adding water, putting For firewood, one copy is finished and the next is followed, without any confusion.

Do you think this is over?

Not!

Ten customers placed orders at the same time, whoever opened the mouth first, who gave the money later, and who asked for the kind of pot, Si Nan took a look and listened to it and remembered it. Listen to the sound and distinguish the number.

After a while, everyone was dumbfounded.

It was like watching another show.

Someone took the bowls and chopsticks, and immediately started eating. While eating, he counted carefully, and sure enough, as Si Nan said, six pieces of meat and eight vegetables, six pieces of each of six meat dishes, and six pieces of vegetarian dishes...is it just two or two? I don’t know, anyway, the big bowl is filled to the brim, and I don’t feel that it’s unfair to pay twenty renminbi.

The key is delicious!

It's really delicious. I don't know how to simmer this taste, but it's so fragrant that people can't help drinking the soup.

Fengyi Building.

There was a window facing Zhouqiao in the private room on the third floor. Tang Xuan stood in front of the window for a long time without changing his posture.

As long as he stood there, the two personal officials watched him for as long as possible.

Mu Qing: "If I remember correctly, we are here to investigate the case, right?"

Lin Zhen: "Yes."

Mu Qing: "If you're not mistaken, the boss is staring at Mr. Sijia, who sells hot pot, right?"

Lin Zhen: "Yes."

Mu Qing: "Even if Mr. Si Lang is the son of an old friend, there's no need to be so... um, sticky?"

Lin Zhen: ...

If you don't want to die, just shut up.

Mu Qing bit his upper lip with his lower teeth.

Lin Zhen: ...

A string of money was thrown on Mu Qing's forehead, "Go buy it."

"Yes!"

"Be right back!"

"You must have something hot to eat!"

Mu Qing straightened his back and went downstairs quickly.

Halfway through the run, he suddenly stopped.

Grandpa God!

Three big living people, only twenty coins? !

Is the commanding officer of the majestic imperial city, the heavy monthly salary, saved to marry a wife?