A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing Song Qinghan chewing for a long time before swallowing the piece of meat, a look of disappointment flashed in Lin Dafu's eyes, he shook his head and said, "It's overcooked."

Song Qinghan thought for a while, chuckled, and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to cook so deliciously for the first time."

After speaking, he picked up another dish, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

Lin Dafu looked at him in surprise, seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, he hesitated for a while, picked up his chopsticks and reached for the dishes he cooked.

After tasting all the dishes he cooked, Lin Dafu finally felt relieved, and said slowly: "Although it's not delicious, it's not too bad."

Song Qinghan ate happily, and remembered something, and said: "This is not bad, I think the kitchen was almost blown up when I was cooking for the first time!"

Lin Dafu's heart skipped a beat, seeing that Song Qinghan didn't seem to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, after thinking about it, he still didn't make a sound.

It's only today, if he wants to say it, he will naturally say it, if he doesn't want to say it, it's useless to force him.

After eating, Lin Dafu said to him: "I'll take you around the shop today."

Song Qinghan nodded, and asked curiously, "What are you doing in the shop?"

Lin Dafu looked at him, and said slowly: "Didn't you say that the thing you want to do most now is to make money? Although my money is not too much, I may be able to teach you a thing or two about making money."

Song Qinghan naturally didn't take his phrase "money isn't too much" to heart. Hearing that he wanted to point him out, he nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay, then let's go!"

You know, in modern times, how many people are willing to spend a lot of money to get advice from tycoons, and they don't necessarily have a chance. Now that Lin Dafu is willing to take the initiative to teach himself, that is simply a pie that fell from the sky!

Even if the Lin Mansion is not well-known in the whole country, it is a full-fledged tycoon here.

He doesn't expect to spread his business all over the country, as long as he can make his life better.

While he was thinking wildly, the carriage stopped slowly.

Song Qinghan got off the carriage with Lin Dafu's support, and when he saw the various fabrics flying in front of him, he said in surprise: "So you are in the fabric business!"

Lin Dafu smiled and said: "This is just one of the shops under my name, and the things I run are quite complicated."

Song Qinghan's chest stagnates, thinking: Well, Ganqing is still a group and can do anything!

The two walked in while talking, and the person in charge rushed out and actively reported the situation in the store to Lin Dafu. During the conversation, he couldn't help but glance at Song Qinghan, as if he didn't know what to call him .

Lin Dafu nodded, and said to Song Qinghan, "Do you know why the Lin family chose the fabric business?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and answered seriously: "Because the fabric is easy to make? The competition is small?"

Before Lin Dafu could speak, the person in charge had already laughed. After being glanced at by Lin Dafu, he quickly restrained his smile and looked at his nose, nose and heart.

Seeing the butler's reaction, Song Qinghan naturally knew that his answer was wrong, pondered for a moment, and continued: "Because the fabric is easy to sell? Everyone wants to buy it?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Lin Dafu's eyes, he nodded with a smile, and said, "It's almost there."

He went on to explain: "Business depends on the long-term, so it is very important to choose the right direction, and it can even be said to be twice the result with half the effort. Taking restaurants as an example, people have different tastes in every place, so like Xiangpiaolou, it should be localized. The biggest thing is that there is no difficulty, as long as they study the taste of the local people more.”

"However, it is almost impossible to go further, at least in the case of Xiangpiaolou."

Song Qinghan asked suspiciously: "Why? Because I don't know the tastes of people from other places? Isn't it possible to ask a local cook?"

Lin Dafu shook his head with a smile, and said: "The best cooks are all in the hands of local restaurants. If you want to get them at a high price, you have to bear higher costs than the local restaurants. Once the local restaurants lower their prices, Xiangpiaolou can Said it was powerless."

"After all, not everyone is willing to eat the more expensive one when the taste is not too different."

Song Qinghan suddenly realized, thought for a moment, and asked, "So you chose the fabric?"

Lin Dafu gave a "hmm" and continued: "Even if people in different places have different preferences for the color and texture of fabrics, it is not a difficult matter to solve, so expanding the store is an easy task for us." thing."

"But..." Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Is there no one else competing with you? For example, lower prices or something?"

Lin Dafu chuckled, and signaled the person in charge to explain to Song Qinghan.

The person in charge hurriedly said: "Young master, have you forgotten that we are the place where cotton is produced? From planting cotton to processing it into cloth, it is all done by our people, so the cost is naturally the lowest. Others When people buy cotton, they have to pay a higher price, and when they buy plain cloth, they have to pay a higher price. If you compare the price, you can’t compare with us!”

Song Qinghan nodded clearly, and asked curiously: "Then no one else has followed your method?"

The person in charge took a look at Lin Dafu, slapped his hands, and said with a smile: "This method is pioneered by the young master. Besides, we have done a good job of keeping it secret. When others find out, they will be far away!"

That's right, even if this method is put into modern times, it is a relatively avant-garde idea, let alone in this age that is so ancient.

It seems that although this Lin Dafu is a little unreliable emotionally, he is very thoughtful in business.

After Song Qinghan visited the place where the fabric was made, he touched his head and said awkwardly: "But I can't make things like this that everyone needs."

Lin Dafu chuckled lightly, took him into the carriage, and drove to the next place.

When they got off the carriage again, Song Qinghan was surprised to find that they had arrived in front of a snack bar.

"Is this store yours too?" He turned to Lin Dafu and asked.

Lin Dafu nodded and said with a smile: "What do you like, let them bring it for you to taste."

Song Qinghan randomly picked some candied fruit and put it into his mouth. After tasting the taste, he said in surprise: "Why is this candied fruit salty?!"

Before Lin Dafu could answer, the shopkeeper of the snack bar introduced: "This is our special candied fruit, which is not available in other stores. Do you want to try this sour soup again?"

Song Qinghan nodded, took the sour soup from the shopkeeper's hand, and saw that the contents inside were no different from desserts, so he took a sip curiously.

The sour taste is not only like sour plum soup, but also like the sour taste fermented after the fruit has been boiled for a long time. Although it is not very delicious at the first drink, but after careful aftertaste, it has a rather addictive feeling, which makes people unable to resist drinking it. drink again.

Seeing that Song Qinghan drank up the whole bowl of sour soup, the shopkeeper smiled. He reached out to take the empty bowl and asked, "Young master, do you want some more sour soup? Do you want to try something else?"

Although Song Qinghan was a little embarrassed, he still said, "Let's have another bowl of sour soup, it's delicious."

Seeing that the shopkeeper turned around to make soup, Lin Dafu smiled and said to Song Qinghan, "If you can't make something that everyone needs, then make something special, something that people will never forget."

Song Qinghan nodded thoughtfully, and said, "In short, the starting point should be on the buyer, right?"

Seeing that he realized this by himself so quickly, a look of surprise flashed in Lin Dafu's eyes, and he nodded immediately: "That's right, although this seems simple, many businessmen may not be able to do it in their lifetime."

The shopkeeper turned around and put the prepared sour soup into Song Qinghan's hands, and said to Lin Dafu with a smile: "Master, I recently discovered a new thing, and I'm researching to see what it can be made into?"

Lin Dafu did not shy away from Song Qinghan, and asked directly: "What?"

The shopkeeper took out two round brown fruits from under the counter, and said like offering a treasure: "I heard from the people in Huichuntang that this thing is called Luo Han Guo, and it can be taken as herbal tea. I tried it yesterday and it tastes good. Drinking it alone is too tiring, I think it would be better to mix it with others!"

Song Qinghan asked in surprise, "Luo Han Guo?"

Lin Dafu naturally knew that this Luo Han Guo was made by Song Qinghan. After all, he also got a pack of Luo Han Guo and seasoning from Wu Dahu. Although he didn't drink it, he still recognized it.

He chuckled lightly, and said: "You are lucky today. When it comes to how to eat Luo Han Guo, no one else knows better than Mr. Song."

The shopkeeper naturally wouldn't doubt Lin Dafu's words. Hearing this, he looked at Song Qinghan and asked tentatively, "You planted this Luo Han Guo?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and said vaguely: "That's right, but I only know one way to make tea, but it tastes so sweet, it should be more suitable for dessert."

The shopkeeper nodded and said in agreement: "Yes, I'm going to boil its juice into syrup and see if it tastes good when made into sugar."

He rolled his eyes, suddenly thought of something, glanced at Lin Dafu, and said cautiously: "Since this arhat fruit belongs to Mr. Song's family, why don't you sell it directly to our shop in the future? Otherwise, it would be troublesome to go around from the Huichuntang It is easy to expose our raw materials..."

Song Qinghan nodded quickly, and said anxiously: "Okay, okay, how much do you want? If you want more, I will give you a cheaper price!"

Lin Dafu coughed lightly, and said amusedly: "You don't need to worry about talking again tomorrow, it's time to go back to have lunch now."

The shopkeeper took a look at the sky, hurriedly sent the two of them to the carriage, and made an appointment with Song Qinghan to meet tomorrow.

When the carriage started to move, Song Qinghan remembered that he would end his "deal" with Lin Dafu tomorrow, and his face became uneasy.

It seems that Lin Dafu just exported it to prevent him from dealing with the shopkeeper, right?Maybe when tomorrow comes, the shopkeeper will turn his face and deny anyone?