Little husband's market life

Qiao Zhishu looked up at the middle-aged man, "Hello, Uncle Wan, my name is Qiao Zhishu, and I am 11 years old."

"Okay! Today is a predestined relationship. The origin of the weight that Mr. Qiao Xiao mentioned reminds me of some people's misunderstandings about businessmen. I will tell you about the origin of this 'no evil, no business'. I hope it can resolve the relationship between you two." 'Misunderstand'."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the young men making trouble meaningfully.

"Let's take rice merchants as an example. In the previous dynasty, there were government merchants and private merchants. The Shengdou in "Shengdou Xiaomin" is actually a scale for selling rice. The rice sold by officials and merchants is a liter bucket, and the mouth of the bucket is flat; In order to rush to sell the rice, they will give more rice and the common people, not to mention filling a liter of bucket, and the top of the bucket will be piled up.

So the people at that time praised the people and businessmen-no business, no top.Later, it was because of many "misunderstandings" that we businessmen got a bad reputation of "no business without profiteers". "

The crowd applauded, "Good!"

Someone else asked the middle-aged man hesitantly: "Are you the second owner of Wantaiping Company?"

The middle-aged man cupped his hands at him, "I am a master of everything, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The person who waved his hand looked surprised, "It's really the Wan'er owner!!! The Wan'er owner of the No. [-] firm in Jiangzhou Prefecture!"

Qiao Zhishu recited "Wantaiping Company" silently in his heart, staring blankly at the middle-aged man, Wan Chengqi, and those troublemakers who stayed with him. A big shot who can dominate the state capital.

Wan Chengqi patted Qiao Zhishu on the shoulder, "Quickly refund the money, I want all the refunded money, and the taste of your pastry has been on my mind for three years, hahaha..."

Qiao Zhishu straightened her back under the supportive and encouraging eyes of the other party, and turned to face the troublemakers.

"You guys really misunderstood our Xiangxue Sweet Cake. I've already asked my buddy to report to the official. We will return the product in front of the official in a while. I will definitely return it to you clearly and clearly."

The men looked at each other, and tightened their hands holding the pastry, "I must have misunderstood, this pastry was bought by my old lady, the old man didn't make it clear... the little shopkeeper is right, the shop is running here No, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."

After speaking, they pushed and shoved each other, said goodbye repeatedly, and ran away through the crowd.

**

After Shengxue learned of Wanchengqi's identity, she was very enthusiastic.

"Uncle Wan, I made a verbal agreement with you three years ago. I will honor you today. I will honor it no matter what. I will introduce you to my pastries. You can choose whatever you want!"

Wan Chengqi smiled steadily, "Hehehe, how can I ask you to make a loss-making business? I happened to be greedy, so I will prepare more this time to go home."

Sheng Xue nodded, and pushed Qiao Zhishu aside, "There are a lot of people in the shop, go ahead and entertain."

Sheng Xue was a little jealous, Waner's boss had been praising Qiao Zhishu just now.

Wan Chengqi saw it in his eyes, his smile remained unchanged, but he secretly thought that this little girl is really just a girl.

Qiao Zhishu bowed to Wanchengqi, thanking him for his words to save the siege.Then he went back to the door of the shop with the scale in his arms. He didn't have time to think about anything, because he saw a bald old monk who was about to enter the shop, but was stopped by the waiter.

Clerk: "Go, go, it's busy inside, come and ask for it at another time."

The old monk smiled lightly, his bony body was hidden under the loose cassock, and he nodded politely with one hand on his chest, "Buddha blesses you if you are good at accumulating merit."

Qiao Zhishu was moved when he heard 'blessing', he went forward to make some steamed cakes just out of the pan, and handed them over.

The old monk said Amitabha, but did not catch it immediately, but stared at Qiao Zhishu's face.

Qiao Zhishu held the oiled paper bag in both hands instead, and offered it with both hands.

Only then did the old monk take it, and made a Buddhist salute to Qiao Zhishu, and said solemnly: "The poor monk, who is named Yuantong, has received a gift from the little benefactor, and will offer a stick of incense for the little benefactor at the Reclining Buddha Temple." fragrant."

Qiao Zhishu finished the salute politely, and said childishly: "Thank you, master! If possible, can the master tell the Buddha not to bless me, but bless my younger brother, his name is Sheng Gang."

Master Yuantong smiled, "The little benefactor has a heart, and the poor monk is willing to convey it on his behalf."

Qiao Zhishu looked at the figure of the master leaving, and sighed, why is the Buddha so thin?

The speech just now attracted many onlookers to ask Qiao Zhishu to help weigh the cakes. The Emperor Daqing loved child prodigies, and so did the common people, and they all wanted to get close to the child prodigy.So by the time he finished his work, the sky had already darkened, and Uncle Wan Chengqi had already left.

Fourth Master Dong came late, packed a bunch of pastries after he came, and promised to find out the people behind the scene who were running with his colleagues and clean them up. He also told him to go to him again if he had something to do, and left swaggeringly with two entourages.

**

There was a little accident at the opening of Xiangxue Sweet Cake. Not only was the reputation not bad, but because of Qiao Zhishu's perfect resolution, the business improved.

It is said that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. The Sheng family in Longjing Village has a litter of child prodigies and it is a good story in the county. People in the county who are willing to eat cakes will inquire about the Sheng family, and ask at the door of Xiangxue Sweet Cake: "This is the Sheng family." opened a pastry shop?"

After getting an affirmative answer, they were willing to step into the shop one by one. It was also very refreshing to buy pastries.

In this way, the ten days passed smoothly, and Sheng Yao and Sheng Yan took a ten-day vacation.Sheng Shaoyuan went to the county school to learn in advance, and the two boys went straight to the pastry shop after school.

With a proud face on Sheng Yan's face, he turned his head to take in the Xiangxue sweet cake, and threw the cloth bag containing the books directly to the waiter.

The waiter raised his eyebrows and let out an "Ai", and seeing his little boss, Sheng Xue, calling for his second brother, he hurriedly stood aside with his book and cloth bag in his hands in fear.

Master Sheng Xue generally looked at Sheng Yan with disdain, "Where did you learn this set of notation? Don't put it in my shop from now on."

There are many children from rich families in the county school, and the two schoolboys on the left and the two attendants on the right are with them. As soon as they leave the gate of the county school, the schoolbags are thrown directly at the schoolboy's face, which is majestic and airy!

Sheng Yan cleared his throat, a little embarrassed.But after the addiction, he couldn't help but feel happy, so he rolled his eyes at his sister and went to find his mother.

As soon as Qiao Zhishu heard Sheng Yan's voice, his ears perked up. He wiped his hands and ran out of the kitchen.

"elder brother!"

After Sheng Yao said hello to his father, Qiao Zhishu dragged him up to the second floor. He was still standing on the stairs when he heard Qiao Zhishu shouting.

"Gang'er, brother is back!"

Sheng Gang clawed at the crack of the door, squinted his eyes and grinned, and waited until his elder brother came up to him, before he opened his little arms to hug him.

Downstairs is the scene of Sheng Shaoyuan and Fang He coaxing 15-year-old Sheng Yan. Fang He promised his son that he would go to Suyanglou for dinner at night.

Upstairs is the scene of Qiao Zhishu and Sheng Yao holding the seven-year-old Sheng Gang high. Sheng Yao teased his younger brother, saying, "It's too big to lift."

……

Sheng Yao was sitting on a chair, Gang'er was sitting on his lap, complaining with his belly sticking out.

"I dreamed of grandma last night, grandma was crying, grandma missed me."

"Brother, I'm going back to my grandma. My mother is busy, so I can't see. I can only see my little brother's steamed cakes every day. I'm tired of eating... I, I don't like this house anymore... I don't like the county town anymore... ..."

After Sheng Yao listened quietly, he turned his head and looked down from the window. His little Zhishu was busy in the workshop downstairs.It's okay if you don't see it, but if you see it, he really can't bear it anymore.

Fat cakes are cheap, and they are the fastest-selling and also the biggest-selling ones in the shop. When I came back from my ten-day vacation, Zhishu was called downstairs to make batter before I had time to sit down upstairs. It is conceivable that when I was not around , how tired is he?

Sheng Yao: "Okay, when you get up together tomorrow morning, elder brother will take you back to find grandma."

It was dusk when he finished school, and the sun could only see half of his body at this time.

Xiao Gang'er smiled, raised his two small hands to hold his elder brother's chin, and muttered some trivial things in his small mouth.

"Mother bought wontons, they are all meat..."

"On the street that day, I saw a fat uncle with such a big belly...bigger than me..."

"I heard the other day that there was a grandpa named my brother a child prodigy, and he wanted to buy the pastries that my brother often eats..."

Sheng Yao listened patiently, sniffing the herbal scent left by Gang'er's perennial smoking of wormwood, and raised his hand to cover Gang'er's belly, which was round and warm.

Before the sky completely darkened, the family was going to Suyang Tower to have a good meal.Sheng Shaoyuan pointed at Qiao Zhishu casually, and asked him to guard the shop, and asked Fang He to go back and wrap himself in a small blanket, put on a small hat and prepare to go out.

Sheng Yao looked at his father coldly, "I won't go."

After Xiao Shenggang was carried away by his mother, he pouted and pointed at Qiao Zhishu, "Go, brother! I want brother!"

"Go, Qiaoer is going too, quickly change your clothes and go." Fang He's woman's mind is still softer, "Qiaoer steamed cakes during the day and put Gang'er to sleep at night, so I have an extra bowl of wontons today. Isn't it? Gang'er."

"Yes!" Sheng Gang replied with a smile and a small tender voice, the little guy has a simple mind and is happy when he is satisfied.

Sheng Shaoyuan listened to his capable daughter-in-law very much, and waved Qiao Zhishu to go upstairs to change clothes.

But when Qiao Zhishu finished changing his clothes and went downstairs, there was a stranger in the yard, his brow was sweating, his face was anxious and exhausted, he bent over and supported his knees, gasping for breath...

And Sheng Yao wanted to go with him directly, and Sheng Shaoyuan also expressed his support, as if something serious had happened that needed to be resolved by his brother.

"Zhishu, something happened to my uncle! I have to go..."

"Then I'll go too!" Although Qiao Zhishu was confused, she subconsciously grabbed Sheng Yao's hand.

The atmosphere was dignified, Xiao Gang'er sat in the arms of his mother, with a small face, and when the elder brother and younger brother left, he hastily called out: "Brother...Morning morning..."

Sheng Yao also hurriedly turned back and assured him, "My uncle is sick, and my elder brother is worried. Gang'er will give my elder brother a day, and my elder brother promises that when you open your eyes the next morning, your elder brother will be right in front of you."

Sheng Gang nodded obediently, and only remembered when the elder brother and younger brother had gone far away, "Then elder brother won't be able to eat meat wontons..."

Fang He and his son Sheng Yan were talking, when he muttered about meat wontons, and pulled off his tiger hat, "Okay, mother will take you to eat meat wontons."