Great Imperial Merchant

Twenty years ago, wasn't that when the Han family had an accident?Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan looked at each other, but they didn't pick up the words.

What happened back then, whether Han Shiqian didn't mention it indifferently or didn't seem to care at all, it was the deepest scar in his heart.

Seeing that neither of them dared to answer, Han Shiqian smiled and said, "He doesn't know what's going on now. He was only about ten years old at that time, and he was lively."

Yang Zhongyuan heard the master's words, and suddenly found that Gu Hanting and Han Shiqian's temperament were very similar.

They are all so dusty, so indifferent.

"Master, he is now a well-known Confucian businessman in Quzhou. We saw him yesterday. He seems to be a very stable and refined elder." .It is not easy to be called a Confucian businessman.

Han Shiqian shook his head straight: "At that time, I went to the Imperial Capital with my father, and he was also taken by his father. He was still a young man. He always followed me and called him brother. Thinking about it, he was almost forty years old."

Cheng Weizhe paused, and said, "Then is Master going tomorrow or...?"

"Go, it's an old friend. Since we came to Quzhou, we still need to meet up. Besides, we will eat this bowl of rice in the future, so we have to talk about it first."

After Han Shiqian finished speaking, he quickly changed the subject. Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan knew that he must be a little confused when he remembered the past, so they said a few words and went back to the main house to rest.

Han Shiqian smiled and sent them out of the courtyard, and came back to sit alone at the table drinking tea.

When he is in a bad mood, he always wants to drink tea, as if only the leisurely aroma can soothe the sadness in his heart.

On the contrary, Zhou Quanxu settled Xu Xiaotian, came to look at him, and seeing him like this, he knew that his thoughts were surging again: "It's been so many years, so don't always think about it day and night."

Han Shiqian smiled, and poured him a cup of hot water: "Quan Xu, do you think I was too stupid back then? They were obviously lying to me, but I wishfully thought that we were the most suitable people, and in the end, my family was ruined. I'm sorry for the ancestors of the Han family."

Zhou Quanxu saw that the smile on his face could no longer be sustained, and his words were full of bitterness, and his heart suddenly ached like a needle prick.

In his opinion, Han Shiqian is like the proud son of heaven, he is a very outstanding person, he was born and looks good.But when he was young, he was successful, but in the end he experienced such hardships. If he encountered such a tragedy, he might not be able to survive alone.

But he persevered.

It is really rare to be able to do this.

"Shiqian, I haven't studied for a few years, but I am still accurate in judging people. Some people, no matter how smart you are, can't prevent them from harboring evil intentions. Even if you expose them once, they will always have various methods Come to take everything from you, no matter what. If he wants to plan everything in your family, no matter how you guard against it, you will not be able to escape their vicious heart. You are not to blame for this matter, but the opponent is too vicious gone."

Zhou Quanxu comforted.

He has always been outspoken, and he is not very good at speaking. It is really not easy to say such words.

Han Shiqian listened quietly to his words, and finally sighed: "Thank you."

Zhou Quanxu saw that his eyes were deep, his face was so wise and vicissitudes after all the years and weather.

That thank you is probably the best answer to Zhou Quanxu who can think about him like this.

"You are welcome, we are friends." Zhou Quanxu got up and took away the teapot from his hand, "Drink less tea at night. It's okay, don't think about it, go to bed early, you will be busy tomorrow."

He was very decisive. Han Shiqian paused for a moment when he extended his hand towards the teapot, and finally let it hang down. It took a long time before he laughed softly: "Well, you should also rest earlier."

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan didn't know what the two old people said. They took a sweet bath together and took a rest early in the evening.

On the second day, when Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan arrived at the shop, breakfast was over.

The mistresses have already cleaned the lobby quickly, and are sitting in twos and threes on the chairs by the door waiting for the busy noon.Yang Zhongyuan greeted them with a smile, and went straight to the back kitchen, while Cheng Weizhe went to count the accounts for the morning.

Contrary to Yang Zhongyuan's expectations, Zhao Lingfeng, who hadn't expressed his intention to come, was also busy in the back kitchen.

"Master Zhao, you came really early today." Yang Zhongyuan greeted his apprentices with a smile before asking.

Zhao Lingfeng silently picked out the ingredients that might be used at noon, and handed them to the little apprentice who followed him. It took a long time before he replied: "Oh, I can't sleep."

Yang Zhongyuan felt that asking him was really convulsive, so he turned around decisively and asked Yu Zhen: "Master Yu, are you still busy in the morning?"

Yu Zhen was also counting the ingredients that had just been delivered, and said with a smile, "Well, I'm usually good at making buns and dumplings, and there are still two left in the pot, do you and Boss Cheng want to try it?"

What he said was a little cautious, but the whole person looked much better than the shyness of the day before yesterday. Yang Zhongyuan found that as long as Zhao Lingfeng was around, Yu Zhen would appear much calmer.

Sure enough, childhood sweethearts are the closest. Only when two people who are familiar with each other work together will they be happier and smoother.

Yang Zhongyuan was indeed full in the morning, but he still couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the stewed pork buns with preserved vegetables.He liked Yu Zhen's handicraft quite a lot, even if he took one out of the pot, he didn't care about scalding it, he broke off the white skin and stuffed it into his mouth.

Immediately, the unique sweet and salty taste of plum vegetables filled the mouth, and the meat was well marinated, seven parts thin and three parts fat, not greasy or dry, just right.The noodle skin is also quite soft, chew a few more bites, and the wheat aroma of the noodle is still sweet, which is really quite pleasant.

"Well, it's delicious!" Yang Zhongyuan finished his mouthful of buns before finally sighing.

Being praised by him like this, Yu Zhen immediately blushed again. After thinking for a long time, he didn't answer, but Zhao Lingfeng, who was standing beside him now, said lightly: "Thank you!"

Yang Zhongyuan suddenly didn't know what to say, he swallowed the buns in two or three bites, grabbed another one and left the back kitchen.

Seeing that he came out so quickly, Cheng Weizhe stretched out his hand to beckon him to his side: "How is it? Are you still busy in the morning? Did Master Yu say anything?"

Yang Zhongyuan didn't shake his head or nod, he just put the steamed bun to his lips: "Try it, Master Yu's stewed pork bun with plum vegetables, it tastes really good."

Seeing his bright eyes, Cheng Weizhe knew that he must like it very much, so he leaned over and took a bite, and then said: "It's delicious. I ate too much in the morning. You can eat it."

He didn't eat, and Yang Zhongyuan was not polite to him, so he soon ate another bun, and then patted his belly with satisfaction: "This is what is called comfort."

Cheng Weizhe wiped his hands carefully with his hands, and said with concern: "You ate too much this morning, take it easy in the future, and don't push yourself."

"I got it, I got it, how grown-up I am, I always take care of me." Yang Zhong Yuannian curled his lips, but obediently wiped his hands for him.

Cheng Weizhe sighed helplessly, holding the ledger and shaking it in front of his eyes: "Even if we don't make breakfast in the future, it would be good to provide breakfast for Yue'an, give them the food list one day in advance, and just bring It’s ready to be made, save manpower and time, it’s better to sell buns and dim sum, which can be sold all day long, and you don’t need to clean up the tables and chairs, so much trouble!”

Yang Zhongyuan nodded and smiled: "Then it will be a lot easier every morning. We will decide after seeing what Yue'an thinks. If it works, we will find two apprentices to make stuffing and sell it at the same time. Put up your sign."

"Indeed, the little apprentices in the shop can do a lot of things. The chefs only need to season the seasoning. I didn't expect Master Yu to have such a skill. We can introduce more flavors of buns, and the guests are willing to try a few more. .” Cheng Weizhe said.

Talking about future plans, the two of them immediately became excited, so you chatted endlessly quickly.

However, at this moment, a young man with the appearance of a mistress walked in from the gate, and seeing that the mistress was at the door, he politely asked: "I am the steward of the Yue'an Inn next door. I wonder if I can see you Boss Yang and Boss Cheng." ?”

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan happened to be in the hall, their eyes lit up when they heard his words, then they looked at each other with a smile, and walked forward together: "We are, I don't know what's the matter with this steward?"

Seeing their politeness, the steward quickly waved his hands: "The two bosses are really small. My surname is Wang, and you two can call me Xiao Wang. That's how it is. My shopkeeper has something to discuss with the two of you. May I invite the two of you over for a cup of tea?"

Yue'an is a hundred-year-old inn and the largest inn in Daliang. Yue'an is present in almost all the county mansions along the Shaluo River.To be able to be in charge of the Baozhu Street branch in Quzhou at a young age, that young man must not be an ordinary person.

Cheng Weizhe and the others had a good attitude, so he was even more respectful, he didn't give a shit about what he said, and he was a good man.

Yang Zhongyuan looked at the sky outside, and when he saw that it was not time for dinner, he tugged on Cheng Weizhe's clothes: "I'm really sorry, it's almost time for our shop to be busy, how about this, we will visit again tomorrow morning, but I don't know when it will be." Are the shopkeeper and the manager free?"

The young manager was relieved when he heard that they were willing to go over: "Tomorrow will be tomorrow. The shopkeeper said that no matter what time you two go, he is free. The little one will go back and report, both of you." Busy, see you tomorrow."

They wanted to do business with Yue'an at first, but they were rejected several times. Although Yang Zhongyuan knew that a century-old store like Yue'an should be safer, he still felt uncomfortable.

Now Yue'an sees that their business is doing well and there are many customers, so if they come to find them instead, of course they can't go just as soon as they say it.You always have to put on airs and stretch it once or twice before the business can be negotiated.

Otherwise, even if they do, I am afraid there will not be much profit to be made.

Things that don't make money can be done when it first opened, but it can't be done now.

Even for the sake of tea cakes in the future, they have to put on a posture. What about the newly opened shop?With good craftsmanship and strength, it can still develop rapidly, can't it?

Cheng Weizhe looked at Yang Zhongyuan's smug smile, and his heart felt like crawling over ants, and it was unbearably itchy.

Their shop can have what it is today. Although he is busy every day, he knows in his heart that without Yang Zhongyuan's craftsmanship and hard work, their newly opened shop would not be what it is today.

"Xiao Yuan, your craftsmanship is the best. Yue'an regretted it today, and we will make more people regret it in the future." Cheng Weizhe said.