Love after marriage with a husband

The aroma of the hot pot in the store is particularly attractive, and the red soup is boiling hot and rolling upwards.

Even Ge Caishen couldn't help feeling a little moved when he smelled it.

Fang Zhongshan and Mr. Ye at the side extended their warm invitations. After hesitating for a moment, he finally relaxed a bit, nodded in agreement quite reservedly and said, "I'm just hungry, so I want to try your hot pot. What kind of hot pot is it?" What is the taste!"

Although Fang Zhongshan's hot pot restaurant faces all kinds of customers, the division is quite clear. In a word, it is to buy services according to the amount of money.

In the store, there are ordinary tables for sitting in the lobby, as well as small private rooms covered by screens. Ge Caishen is a distinguished guest in the store, so naturally he cannot entertain casually. In the private room.

The small room is quiet and quiet. On the wooden table with pear blossoms, there are two or three pots of herbs that can be used as ornamentals. Ge Caishen is a businessman who started the herbal medicine business. He can recognize the species at a glance. Fang Chongshan said lightly One sentence: "This pot of stone peach fairy is really growing well."

Fang Chongshan didn't speak, but the talented doctor Cai Xuan who was following behind who wanted to eat a meal couldn't wait to speak first: "This is the Shitaoxian that Mr. Ye mentioned in his letter, which was cultivated by Fang Zhongshan in the medicine field."

"A few days ago, I followed Chongshan to his medicine field. On the several acres of land, there were stone peach immortals and mountain decoctions, each of which was more watery and energetic than those picked from the mountain. The medicinal effect was amazing. If it is sold in the market, it is estimated to be worth a lot of money!"

Cai Xuan wanted to help Fang Chongshan speak well, and in front of Ge Caishen, he tried his best to boast about the existence of the medicine field.

No matter what he said, Ge Caishen still had a cold expression on his face. At first glance, he looked rigid and unremarkable, making it hard for people to see what was going on in his heart.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Mr. Ye raised his hand and rubbed his belly, and exaggeratedly greeted the little servant who was standing blankly beside him: "The guests are all here, why don't you hurry up and ask the cook to remove the bottom of the pot?" Serve it up, what if there are hungry guests? Why don’t you have any eyesight?”

The little servant was inexplicably scolded by Mr. Ye, and then reacted in a hurry. After a hasty answer, he hurriedly opened the door and went out, calling the back chef to serve the dishes.

Probably because of the presence of distinguished guests, the servants in the back kitchen carefully selected the freshest vegetables in the field, the best meat in the market, and served with the hot pot base carefully prepared by Fang Zhongshan. Even Ge Caishen, who is used to eating delicacies from all over the world, can't help but be impressed by the spicy taste.

"It's no wonder that you can gain some fame in Fanyang City. Your hot pot looks novel and delicious. If you can bring it to the capital to promote it to the princes and nobles, I'm afraid it will be another big profit. .”

What a shrewd businessman Ge Caishen is, he can hardly do anything without doing business. He raised his chopsticks and stirred it at the bottom of the pot, just picked up a piece of fresh and smooth duck blood, looked around and looked, finally Unable to hold back, he asked Fang Zhongshan curiously.

"What is this little brown piece? It looks black and ugly, but it tastes good."

Fang Zhongshan, who was sitting opposite him, raised his eyes slightly, and replied softly, "It's duck blood."

"Duck blood?" Ge Caishen glanced at Fang Chongshan in surprise, thought about it carefully, and asked slowly: "Listen to what you said literally, is duck blood the blood of ducks?"

The people of Da'an are living in poverty, and few people can eat chicken and duck in a luxurious way. Occasionally, they kill one during the festivals, all for the sake of cleanliness, to drain the blood of the chicken and duck.

I didn't know that the fresh blood of chickens and ducks was placed in a bowl, and with a little salt and white wine, it could naturally coagulate into delicious blood clots.

This was Fang Chongshan's occasional dinner with Lin Feng, watching Lin Feng kill the chicken without blood, and he asked it casually.

At that time, Fang Zhongshan felt sorry for it, thinking it was a waste of money.

Duck blood and chicken blood, what a delicious thing this is!

Not to mention making a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, even if the strips are put into the hot pot base, the soup will overflow with fresh soup.

Fang Zhongshan said it was a pity, Dang even stopped Lin Feng, and asked him to help him get a small bowl of chicken blood, and with the residual heat in the stove, he made a small stir-fry.

Later, when he started a hot pot restaurant, Fang Chongshan chose cheap and convenient hot pot dishes. The first thing he thought of was chicken blood and duck blood. After adding it to the menu, it quickly became a sign in the hot pot restaurant.

After receiving Fang Zhongshan's affirmative answer, Ge Caishen felt a little disgusted at first, but couldn't help but tasted the aroma again, and finally gave a thumbs up and called "really fragrant"!

After a hot hot pot meal, the guests of honor had a good time, and Fang Zhongshan's special collection of several bottles of white wine finally came in handy.

Ge Caishen was aware of his drinking capacity. At the beginning, he kept waving his hands and saying excuses, but was persuaded by Mr. Ye at the same table to drink several sips. After a while, his face turned red and he became drunk.

When it was getting late and the bottom of the pot gradually cooled down, Ge Caishen was lying on the table already drunk, slapped the table inarticulately and shouted: "Cooperation! Cooperation!"

"Such delicious food, of course we must cooperate! Fang Zhongshan, you follow me, I guarantee that your hot pot restaurant will not only become popular in Fanyang City, but even your dignitaries in Kyoto will scramble for the first place Spend a lot of money to buy it!"

Ge Caishen is indeed an old slicker who is used to doing business. Even if he is not lightly drunk, he still refuses to give up any money when negotiating with Fang Zhongshan. They all say that business is best negotiated at the wine table. I think this is not right at all.

At least, when the two parties pressed their fingerprints on the notarization and looked out the window, the sky was already full of stars.

There are only a few words in the notarial certificate, and it is nothing more than Ge Caishen's investment. Fang Zhongshan's hot pot restaurant wants to open in the capital, and Ge Caishen will fund both road and room fees. The two sides will split fifty-fifty.

In addition, there is also a mention of the medicine field run by Fang Zhongshan. The herbal medicines produced every year are also divided into [-] to [-] percent according to the price of the product. They can be used as a source of goods when the time is right. Kyoto delivery.

In the two short agreements, the agreed period is two years, and the notarization is done within two years.

The two-year period was chosen by Fang Chongshan after repeated consideration.

Although he has accumulated a little wealth now, let alone in the capital city, even in the small Fanyang City, he can't get on the table. If he wants to quickly make the hot pot business more prosperous, a partner with background and wealth Naturally.

Fang Zhongshan carefully packed up the duplicate notarial certificates and folded them into his pocket. The small abacus in his heart was crackling. In two years, if it goes well, he may be able to earn a lot of money.

Going to the capital to earn the first pot of gold is undoubtedly to accumulate and prepare for the future solo flight.

Fang Chongshan was obviously quite satisfied with the five-five share, if Mr. Ye and Cai Xuan hadn't been joking and singing, persuading Ge Caishen to drink a few more drinks, I'm afraid such a fair price would not have been negotiated.

It seems that it is time to find an opportunity to treat the two gentlemen to a pot of wine and thank you.

Ge Caishen had a low capacity for alcohol, went back to the inn drunk, picked up the quilt and slept in the dark all night, and slept until noon the next day, then he managed to hold up his spirits, rubbed his still aching head, and vaguely remembered and Fang Zhongshan was taken aback when he signed the notarization. He quickly turned over and grabbed the paper on the table.

It is clearly written in black and white.

The old fox, who was used to playing tricks, slacked off for a while. Who would have thought that he would capsize in the hands of a young man, and Ge Caishen, who had always regarded money as his life, felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

If he wasn't drunk, if he was still sober, how could it be possible for only a mere fifty-fifth of the share!

Whether it's coaxing or threatening, he has a lot of means to make Fang Zhongshan, a mountain boy who has never seen the world, obediently offer the hot pot bottom recipe with both hands.

But it's too late to say anything now. Every word on the notarial certificate fell into Ge Caishen's eyes, which was extremely embarrassing and dazzling. The short and fat middle-aged man, with his slender eyes hanging up, was full of anger, He raised his hand and slammed it on the table.

After venting his emotions, Ge Caishen calmed down a little, and after thinking about it, heh!He is nothing more than a mountain villager, a mere mountain villager, even if he has some brains, when he goes to the capital, he is not familiar with the place, so why not let him play around?

The [-]-[-] split is just a tactic to slow down the army. When the time comes, let alone a [-]-[-] split, Fang Zhongshan will never get even a copper plate!

Furthermore, there are quite a few businessmen coming and going in Da'an Kingdom, and there are all kinds of officials and gangsters. It is just a common thing for one of them to lose his life on the road without paying attention. Maybe Fang Zhongshan is one of them Woolen cloth.

Ge Caishen came and left suddenly, without saying hello to anyone in the pharmacy, just got into the carriage without a word in the dusk, and soon left Fanyang City, although Fang Chongshan was a little puzzled in his heart, But after thinking about it, since Ge Caishen is a business tycoon in the capital, he probably couldn't get away from business, so he left in a hurry, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Seeing that the follow-up development of the hot pot restaurant and the medicine field has been settled, Fang Zhongshan was obviously relieved. After resting leisurely with his husband for a few days, he began to plan to go back to Hexie Village for a while. trip.

Ever since he came to Fanyang City as an apprentice, Fang Zhongshan didn't have much time to stay in Hexie Village, but he still cared about the Fang family and the friends he made in the village.

Although he couldn't get away from the pharmacy, Fang Zhongshan always went back to Hexie Village every now and then to visit his family or talk to his friends.

The old lady Fang has always been kind to her grandson, and the two brothers Fang Yuan and Fang Di also love Fang Zhongshan like a child.

Fang Chongshan is not an ungrateful person, he is really grateful for his family in his heart, whether it is making jelly or pickled peppers, after making money, he will always find time to go back to Fang's house.

Bringing some exquisite toys to Xiaopingan that can only be bought in the city, and stuffing a tael of silver for the elders has become a routine every time I go back to Fang's house.

At the beginning, Mrs. Fang had a firm refusal face. She felt that it was not easy for a man to live outside, and she was accompanied by a young husband who needed to eat. Instead of giving money to her family, it is better to save it to improve her life.

After a long time, Mrs. Fang was sure that Fang Chongshan was living a good life in Fanyang City, and would occasionally accept the filial money from her good grandson half-heartedly.

The old lady was reluctant to touch the money she collected, and wrapped it all in brand-new red cloth and carefully hid it. Sometimes when people came to the house, Old Madam Fang would always show off the red cloth with a face all over her face. Hong Guang said: "My dear grandson, Fang Zhongshan, everyone knows about it, right?"

"I said a long time ago that he is promising, but some people just don't believe it. Look at it now, he comes here to give me money every month, rain or shine. I said no, and he still gets angry with me. .”

"Hey! You talk about it, but I'm going to worry about the old woman to death!"

Fortunately, Fang Zhongshan didn't hear this, otherwise he would have shook his head and sighed, and called grandma a "Versailles literature" with a local style.

The old lady Fang praised everyone, rolled the eyes of the aunts and grandmas who came to visit, and agreed, "I didn't expect Chongshan to be a filial child, but I was mistaken in the past."

Turning his back, he couldn't help spitting on the ground, sour and unconvinced: "Who wants to hear the old woman talking nonsense, and return Fang Zhongshan's monthly silver? That short-lived Sangmen star, It’s a good thing not to ask the family for money.”

"Isn't it? Molesting the girl's family, asking the girl's brother to kick her into the river, almost stepping into the gate of hell, just rely on him? What money can he make!"