Great Imperial Merchant

Cheng Weizhe had to practice writing on paper a few times first, and then write directly on the cover. In the blink of an eye, he could do it in one go.

After the pretense was written, Yang Zhongyuan didn’t clean it up. He just left it on the table to dry: “Azhe, where is the market nearby? Just introduce me to the rice shop, the vegetable vendor that your family cooperates with. Please take me there today, I will be familiar with the way."

Cheng's family owns a rice shop, but Yang Zhongyuan still asked him seriously which rice shop he often cooperates with. Cheng Weizhe couldn't help but smiled and shook his head: "You, you are so smart now."

"My tea shop only makes refreshments. The rice shop I'm familiar with is not far away, it's the one at the end of the alley. But I really don't know meat and vegetables." Cheng Weizhe thought for a while, a little confused .

"That's true. If I really don't recognize it, I'll just go to the vegetable market to buy it tomorrow morning. It's not far away anyway."

He has been learning cooking since he was a teenager, and it has been nearly ten years now.Although the culinary skills are not yet top-notch, the ability to pick ingredients is indeed quite good.The palace is not comparable to ordinary people, and everything is naturally the best, and he has also learned the skill of picking vegetables under the influence of his ears and eyes over time.Thinking of this, Yang Zhongyuan immediately became open-minded: "Okay, meat and vegetables are not difficult, but rice and noodles must be the best."

Cheng Weizhe nodded, and said, "I'll accompany you tomorrow morning. You're a stranger, so it's better to have someone you know lead you. I'm a familiar face in Xueta Lane anyway."

Yang Zhongyuan raised his eyebrows to look at him, and muttered: "Yes, yes, boss Xiao Cheng with a wide range of people."

Cheng Weizhe patted him on the head, and accompanied him all the way to the end of the alley.Xueta Lane is actually not very long. After all, most of the people living here are ordinary people. The shops in an alley are very simple, and the storefronts don't look big.The advantage of things is that they are cheap and affordable, and they follow the strategy of small profits but quick turnover.Cheng Weizhe is like this, and Yang Zhongyuan has already investigated it a long time ago, and he has a vague plan in his heart.

Opposite the rice shop was the medical clinic recommended by Ren Yachen. Yang Zhongyuan stood at the door of the rice shop and glanced back.

Whether the doctor's medical skills are good or not depends on the number of people in the clinic.If he didn't see well, no one would seek medical advice, and the business of the shop would naturally be deserted.

Yang Zhongyuan was engrossed in watching it, and suddenly felt a burst of heat in his ears: "Xiao Yuan, after ordering the rice noodles later, I will accompany you to invite Dr. Li's house to see Uncle Quan directly."

Cheng Weizhe's voice was clear and mellow, full of intoxicating magnetism. Yang Zhongyuan shrank away with a blushing face, lowered his head and asked him: "Is it really good? My father is not in good health. I heard that he is clear and bright." He caught wind and cold at that time, and it has been dragged on until now, but it has not been cured."

Although wind-cold is not a serious illness, many people died because of it, not to mention that Zhou Quanxu had no medical treatment, and his body was very weak. Yang Zhongyuan was worried these days, because he was afraid that his illness would not be cured, so he...

Cheng Weizhe saw that his expression was terrified, and he felt the same sadness in his heart. He couldn't help wrapping his arms around Yang Zhongyuan's shoulders, and persuaded him in a low voice: "His medical skills are really good. Back then, my father had a sudden heart palpitation, and Miaoshoutang said it couldn't be cured. I Dr. Li was invited, and my father was forced to live for two months. Believe me, Uncle Quan looks good now, and Dr. Li will definitely be able to cure this disease."

Yang Zhongyuan felt uncomfortable when he heard him talking about Lin Shaofeng. He took a deep breath, raised his head and said to Cheng Weizhe: "I see, let's go in first, no matter what, it's useless for me to think about it here. Please read it, sir."

"That's the reason." Cheng Weizhe patted him on the shoulder and led him into the rice shop.

The shop of this rice shop is half smaller than Yang Zhongyuan's, and the entire wall on the west side is filled with all kinds of rice cans and noodle bags. A middle-aged man in his 40s is sitting at the moment. Behind the counter at the door, he holds a pen in his right hand and fiddles with the abacus in his left hand.

"Uncle Wen, how about settling the bill?" Cheng Weizhe waited for him to stop making plans for a while before asking.

The man raised his head, he was a very ordinary-looking middle-aged man, but he looked gentle and calm, which made people feel very comfortable.

"Xiao Cheng, didn't your family just order rice? Why are you here again?" Boss Wen asked with a smile.

The Cheng family is the largest rice merchant in Los Angeles County, and there are four shops in Danluo, the county capital.Wen Ji was able to open a rice shop within the influence of the Cheng family, so he must have very good business skills.

Cheng Weizhe hurriedly greeted him, and then pushed Yang Zhongyuan, who was standing behind him, in front of Boss Wen: "Uncle Wen, your rice noodles are the best, so I naturally want to introduce new customers to you."

Yang Zhongyuan also called Uncle Wen, and said with a smile: "Hello, my surname is Yang, you can call me Xiao Yang. I recently moved to Xueta Lane, and I am waiting for a noodle restaurant to open in a few days. I just need high-quality noodles." Rice noodles."

Boss Wen saw that the two of them were about the same age and they were a good match standing together, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh, Xiao Cheng, you have a marriage partner, why don't you invite Uncle Wen to have a wedding wine?"

Why does everyone see them as a couple?Yang Zhongyuan glared at Cheng Weizhe angrily, then turned his head away not to speak.

Cheng Weizhe hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Oh, Uncle Wen, Xiao Yuan is the brother I grew up with. He just came back from another place recently and he is going to settle down in Xueta Lane to run a business. He has a bad temper. You are so joking. He wants to go back to him. Beat me."

But when he explained this, Boss Wen smiled even more ambiguously. Seeing Cheng Weizhe shaking his head desperately at him, he stopped joking and said, "Look at me, I'm confused by calculations, Xiao Yang, don't be angry."

Where Yang Zhongyuan was angry, he felt very embarrassed.Although life in the palace was difficult in the past few years, no one would joke about it. They are all people who have eaten Zhu Yuwan. Some will stay in the palace in the future, and some will return to their original places. The grown-up palace people knew very well in their hearts that they were all passers-by when they were young and green. When they left Yong'an Palace in the future, many of them would never see each other again in this lifetime.

Later, when he became the chief steward, the small palace people were afraid that it would be too late for him, so no one would dare to say such a thing in front of him.

But the world outside the palace is completely different from the inside. In the eyes of the common people, if two young men in their twenties have such a good relationship, it is not a good thing, and it is almost the same.But not so much particularity at all.

When Yang Zhongyuan returned to the Yang family, he was unequivocal in the face of such complicated family affairs, but now he is embarrassed to be teased by outsiders like this.It's really strange.

He couldn't even explain why he was so angry, but he could only reluctantly say to Boss Wen: "Uncle Wen, don't say that, I'm not used to talking, so I asked Ah Zhe to explain it to you. I often come here to buy rice noodles, you can take care of me."

Boss Wen is a very straightforward person. Seeing Yang Zhongyuan bring up this topic, he smiled and said: "You and Xiao Cheng are brothers, so naturally Uncle Wen can't treat one more favorably than the other. He will give you whatever price he has, and you will reward him." I have to thank you for eating my family's rice."

Doing business is sometimes such a simple matter. If you thank me and let me give in, it becomes a business.

"Where is it, it must be me thanking you." Yang Zhongyuan hurriedly bowed to Boss Wen, turned around and followed him to pick up rice noodles.

The first noodle dish that Yang Zhongyuan wants to focus on is chicken soup silver noodles.For a long time, he was the first to learn the white table, and his skill in stretching noodles was even better than that of chefs outside. The flour for silver thread noodles is best to use the new wheat flour of Danluo's season. The noodles are springy but not soft, and very chewy.

Yang Zhongyuan looked around and saw that Wenji's flour was very good, so he directly ordered [-] catties of new season flour, and another [-] catties of last year's late wheat flour.This kind of flour is most suitable for steamed buns. If a customer is tired of eating noodles, he can also add some steamed buns for sale.

Because he just started doing business, Yang Zhongyuan didn't place many orders. He wanted to see if the business was going well. Anyway, Wen Ji was not far away, so he could come to order at any time.

New-season flour is the most expensive, at fifteen renminbi a catty, while late wheat is cheaper at twelve cents a catty.Yang Zhongyuan bought another ten catties of the best Zhang Su rice, and Lin Lin finally figured it out, a total of one or twenty yuan and more than forty wen.

Boss Wen was very good at counting, and calculated the total price with two clicks, and then said bluntly: "Xiao Yang, this is the first time you bought rice from me, and it was introduced by Xiao Cheng. You go for a fraction, and the total is one tael of silver. Remember to buy rice from me in the future.”

He used to do business like this, so Wenji has been operating in Xueta Alley, and the business has been booming for decades. Most of the people nearby buy rice from him. If they buy more, they give them away. Go home, convenient and affordable.

"Uncle Wen, you are too polite. Your rice is good and cheap. I will definitely order from you in the future. Thank you very much." Seeing his generosity, Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help feeling more fond of him, and even more so in his words It's close.

This single transaction was done quickly and comfortably, Yang Zhongyuan took out the silver to pay without saying a word, and then turned around to pick up the rice noodles that had been placed in a large noodle bag.

Cheng Weizhe stared blankly at the side, and hurriedly pulled him back: "Xiao Yuan, can you carry it?"

Yang Zhongyuan looked much thinner than him, and he was half a head shorter. Although he himself could carry such a heavy thing, it was not easy. He never expected Yang Zhongyuan to dare to try.

In fact, Wen Ji was not far from the shop. Although seventy or eighty catties weighed a bit, it was not too difficult for Yang Zhongyuan.But seeing Uncle Wen and Cheng Weizhe looking at him in surprise, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

He knew where Cheng Weizhe's doubts came from, but he also knew that this moment was not the time to be brave, so he quickly let go of the hand holding the dough bag, and said with a smile: "I forgot for a while, thanks to Ah Zhe reminding me, otherwise the hand would It's going to be broken."

It wasn't until this time that Yang Zhongyuan suddenly realized that, as a rich young master who had been cultivating in the academy, it was not only impossible for him to carry such a heavy bag of noodles, but it was even more impossible for him to know how to cook.

But Cheng Weizhe grew up with him, and he always involuntarily forgot to hide the past of those years, which caused his own words and deeds to be inconsistent now. He didn't dare to look into Cheng Weizhe's eyes, but just stood there in a daze, listening to Cheng Weizhe tell Boss Wen carefully He gave the address of his shop, and asked Boss Wen to deliver the goods to him later.

Over there, Cheng Weizhe had arranged things, and when he turned around, he saw Yang Zhongyuan staring at him in silence, and couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter? Since there are not many people in the medical center, we first invited Dr. Li to come back." let's go home."

"Ah," Yang Zhongyuan came back to his senses, thinking over and over again how to explain to Cheng Weizhe that he knew how to cook, after much deliberation, he still had no idea, "Okay, let's hurry over."