Salt Xiao Fulang

There is a well-known fact in Chunyang County——to talk about wealth, you have to raise three dogs, and the power belongs to Master Yuan.

Qian Sangou married his beautiful daughter to the county magistrate Yuan Maolin, who was nearly fifty years old, which made the Yuan family not love the old wife and dote on the concubine, and played and sang every day.

The term "collusion between government and businessmen" has meant that people's lives are not easy since ancient times.Master Yuan only served as a county magistrate when he was old, and he had no ambitions in his official career. He didn't care about everything and only cared about living a comfortable life for himself.

Qian Sangou's concubine's youngest daughter is not even a fuel-efficient lamp. Relying on Master Yuan's favor, she can speak and act unscrupulously and act arrogantly in places where the government handles cases.

Such a Qian family, during the period of rapid expansion, insisted on occupying [-]% of the profitable shops in Xiachunyang County, using dirty methods, and many people hated him.

What can I do if I hate it?

No.

Not to mention, although this Master Yuan is a muddleheaded person, he actually has a reliable faction and is very popular.Back then, it was not that no one went to the next town to file a complaint, but in the end it was mostly nothing, and even had to suffer revenge when they came back.

As a result, everyone was disheartened and could only let his Yue family, the Qian family, stir up trouble.

Fortunately, although Qian Sangou acted absurdly, but I don't know whether it was luck or someone pointed out that every time something happened, it would not arouse widespread public anger.

For example, if he dominates a girl from a good family, if the bullying is over, all his family members will die.Forcibly occupying someone's shop, that family will get a lot of money, and they can barely survive on a random piece of land in the countryside.

In short, the deep hatred of other people's family will still belong to other people's family after a long time.

Qian Sangou has been probing on the verge of death for many years like this, and the probing has become more and more insane. In recent years, he has become like a county tyrant.

And Fufu Baozi Shop is now also one of his properties.

Song Xu had long thought about the day when he would be robbed of his business, but he didn't expect it to come so soon, he was not mentally prepared, and his mood index fell directly to the center of the earth.

"As long as three Wen, is there any delicious food from my family?"

"Hey, so what if there are more eggs in the stuffing? Don't you all have a good taste..."

Song Xu was right when he thought about it, and looked back at Xiaochun, but saw that Xiaochun wasn't disappointed at all.

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"What's the matter, Brother Xu?" Xiaochun kept pouring camellia oleifera in his hands.

"...That's right, we still have Camellia oleifera." Song Xu was thoughtful.

Xiaochun calmly said: "This business is not going to last long. Brother Xu, you told me this. Now that we have heard the news, we will make less fried dumplings to reduce losses. In addition, it takes a long time to understand how to make oil tea. After a period of time, some people will still support the market for a period of time."

With a lack of psychological quality, Song Xu is really ashamed of the flowers grown in the greenhouse: "Fu Lang is right. We have to hurry up and think of something fresher."

At the Fufu Steamed Bun Shop on the other side, the shopkeeper is smiling.

I don’t know which mud leg came up with the idea, dumplings and other pasta, fried delicious!

Song Xu and his small households are reluctant to part with gas money, are they not afraid?For a while, the fried noodles were tested in turn. The exquisite ones were placed in restaurants, and the rough ones were sold in bun shops.

There was an endless stream of visitors, and the shopkeeper greeted everyone. When it was the next person's turn, he raised his head and took two steps back subconsciously—this, this strong man is really tall!

It was Mo Shi'an who came.

He went out of the stall today and went to a village in the north of the county to negotiate a business on behalf of Huitong Trading Company. He saw this store on the way back.

He raised his head and squinted - Fufu Baozi Shop.

"Guest officer, what do you want?"

Mo Shi'an made a smile: "Shopkeeper, here are three fried dumplings."

The dumplings were fried fragrantly and wrapped in oiled paper, Mo Shi'an sighed.

He went to Song Xu's stall, thinking of the birth process of fried dumplings he had heard, and felt that Song Xu was a bit pity.

Ordinary people come up with a new idea, come out with great interest to make money, and before they can do anything, they are copied away—most of them will be lonely and decadent.

In business, as a businessman, in fact, the most taboo is an uneven mentality.

If you want to be sad and give up every time you fail, you will definitely not be a master.

When Song Xu came to chat with him before, he was interested in the firm inside and out, and Mo Shi'an seriously considered whether to teach him how to do business and bring him into the firm.

But now, it probably won't work...

As soon as he approached the main street, he heard a commotion there:

"Sweet one more vote!"

"Two more votes for the salty ones!"

"Sweet and sweet!"

Mo Shi'an: "...???"

A young man came over: "Brother! Do you think Camellia oleifera should be sweet or salty? I think sweet is the right way! Vote for our sweet party!"

Mo Shi'an was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed.

There are people outside the sky, and there is a sky outside the sky, because he underestimated people.

I saw that Song Xu’s stall was not only deserted, but crowded with people. Buy a bowl of camellia oleifera and vote according to the taste you choose—buy more and vote more.

Everyone is passionate about their favorite taste.

The cost of camellia oleifera is low and the profit is small. No matter how much you sell, you can’t make a lot of money. But if customers order camellia oleifera, they will more or less eat it with a fried dumpling, so they don’t feel monotonous.

In this way, although the fried dumplings are a penny more expensive than the steamed stuffed bun shop, but because the ingredients are sufficient, everyone will convince themselves first——It’s not a big loss, don’t you still eat camellia oleifera?

After a while, today's portion was also successfully sold out, Mo Shi'an stepped forward and patted Song Xu approvingly: "Brother Song is a good planner!"

Song Xu was really guilty of being praised, it really wasn't that he was talented in business prodigy, it's just that he was influenced by modern life and was exposed to the light of the times.

"It's nothing, these ideas are not long-term solutions..."

Mo Shi'an didn't say much, took out the fried dumplings bought at Fufu Baozi Shop, and shared one with Xiaochun and Song Xu.

Several people tasted it carefully, and they all thought it was not bad.

After all, it is a time-honored noodle shop. It can make steamed buns, and of course it can also make dumplings.The eggs were not fried as much as Song Xu and the others, and the overall feeling was a little lacking in sincerity, but the taste alone was not bad.

Selling a penny less is very exciting.

Song Xu was distressed: "What to do, I can only eat superficially. Before long, Camellia oleifera will also be cracked by them. I really can't find any invisible snack business to do..."

Mo Shi'an laughed loudly: "Brother Song is in trouble, how can he focus on the secret recipe when doing business? Look at those who make steamed buns and rice cakes. They started selling hundreds of years ago, and they have been flourishing ever since." decline?"

He solemnly said: "When doing business, there is only one word to remember—"need". Okay, to live, to marry a wife, to have children...so all these things have become a business!"

When Song Xu heard this, he suddenly became enlightened.

Mo Shi'an continued: "I think Brother Song has a lot of ghost ideas and a flexible mind, which is really a good material for doing business. It just needs to be more prudent. You know, there are no shortcuts to everything."

Not only Song Xu understood, but Xiaochun also understood.

He solemnly followed Song Xu and bowed to Mo Shi'an, feeling fascinated.

Song Xu turned his head and saw Xiaochun's hopeful eyes, and his heart was touched.

"We work hard together and learn together."

"……Um!"

Mo Shi'an saw that the young couple was interesting, and they were talking to each other, and they met their eyes after a while, and just about to turn around and leave to hide their merits and fame, when they saw a familiar woman stumbling over.

"Well, benefactor!"

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the woman named Caixiu who came to him crying for help that day on the street.

Caixiu was dressed neatly today, but the expression on her face was still crying. She stopped in front of the stall and grabbed Mo Shian's sleeve with precision.

"You two benefactors! I found it!"

She seemed to be an oppressed woman who had found the People's Liberation Army, or the Red Army that finally ended the [-]-mile Long March, with a look of exhaustion and ecstasy.

But after all this is not a place to talk, so Mo Shi'an suggested closing the stall and going to a teahouse not far away, and the small cart can be guarded.

"Brother is treating you today, don't be too polite."

Seeing that Mo Shi'an insisted that a few cups of tea are not too expensive, Song Xu readily agreed.

***

On the way home from the teahouse, Song Xu was absent-minded.

Before listening to Caixiu's narration, he never thought that such a miserable life would actually exist.

In an understatement, it is full of blood and tears, burning an invisible fire in the era of peaceful liberation.

Seeing this, Xiaochun didn't talk to him, but followed Song Xu very quietly.When I got home, I cooked for him, packed things, did some simple cleaning, and took the dirty clothes to the stream to wash them off.

In the afternoon, the weather turned cloudy, and Xiaochun looked at the sky with concern, only feeling that the wind seemed to be getting stronger.

Song Xu was much better in the evening, but Xiaochun still rushed to cook.

Now that he knows that Song Xu doesn't like cooking without oil, he has gradually learned to approach modern techniques.

Stir-fried pork slices with fungus, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum soup just picked in the vegetable garden, one meat and one vegetable, served with steamed rice, and the two of them were full.

After dinner, it was completely dark.Song Xu lit the oil lamp and stood at the door watching for a while.

"Is it going to be winter? It's getting dark earlier and earlier."

"Yes, the winter solstice will be in three days."

Xiaochun went out to take back the half-wet clothes, put them on the chair in the main room, fetched water and washed with Song Xu.

Looking at Xiaochun's busy figure, Song Xu felt a little hot in his heart.

It is said that looking at a beautiful woman under the lamp, the ancients are not deceived.Who married a wife who not only devoted herself to you, took care of all the housework, was considerate, and was also pretty?

Either time travel, or dream!

There was no entertainment in the evening, and they always went to bed early.I was a little tired from going out to the stall again today, Song Xu even poured out the washing water and stopped the little husband who wanted to clean up, hugged him on the bed, and went to sleep!

Xiaochun's ears turned red when he was hugged by someone, and he said slowly, "Brother Xu..."

"Are you sleepy? I'll collect it tomorrow. It's late at night. It's time to sleep."

"……Oh."

Song Xu often made some ambiguous gestures towards him, but at night he didn't touch him at all.Xiaochun didn't know whether such a matter should be mentioned as a husband, and whether it would be bad if it was mentioned, so she kept suppressing it, only thinking that maybe Song Xu would be interested someday?

Still a little disappointed today.

The two were exhausted, and fell asleep after closing their eyes for a while.

Unexpectedly, the north wind howled in the middle of the night, knocking off the three-story thatch on the roof of their house - a burst of cold icy rain hit their heads and faces, and Song Xu and Xiaochun who were sleeping were woken up with a splash.

Song Xu: "......?????"

Xiaochun also sat up blankly, pulled up the quilt to cover her head, and looked at Song Xu in blank dismay.

Well, is it because he recited the song "The Thatched House Was Broken by the Autumn Wind" as soon as he crossed?

Now it's "there's nothing to do with the leak in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp that hasn't stopped"...