The otherworldly family in space

When Song Ci woke up in the morning, it was still dark.

Lin Xiaohe's two arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, his tender and delicate arms were warm under the blanket, he lay on his side in Song Ci's arms, with his head resting on his chest, sleeping comfortably Occasionally, he would snore a little.

Regarding Lin Xiaohe's recent initiative, Song Ci never refuses anyone, the only regret is that he still has no one to eat.

But the important thing is that the daughter-in-law is about to wake up. After the tiger cub was born, Song Ci felt that his good days were coming.

He gently moved the person aside, covered Lin Xiaohe with a quilt, got dressed, and went out to wash up.

When the temperature is extremely cold in winter, getting up early is a test every time. Song Ci, who is not online, even went to a warm space to put on clothes a few times.

However, the habit of getting up early is still formed.Song Ci is actually not a very diligent person, but he doesn't want to indulge himself just because of the existence of space.If he can't even use a little bit of luck, he himself will feel that such a man is unreliable.

"Mom, let me cook, you can go back to sleep for a while."

Mrs. Song was busy in the kitchen early in the morning, she was not a life of happiness, her son was filial to her and was happy, but if she was asked to do nothing, she felt that she would be able to make troubles.When spring comes, she still wants to go to work in the fields again.

Besides, Ergou has an important guest today, so she needs to help her to feel at ease. Lin Xiaohe can't be counted on.

"When I get old, I feel less. It's meaningless to let me lie down all day. When Zheng Fang and the others will come, I boiled chicken soup last night."

"It will be daytime when they come, and there is still plenty of time, so let's prepare slowly."

Two days ago, Zheng Fang came to discuss with Song Ci about Tianxiang Tower, and Song Ci agreed after thinking about it.He is currently in need of a way to sell eggs and chickens, and someone will come to his door.

Of course, it is enough to sell ordinary chickens and eggs in the market, but he is a high-end product.

Mixing pearls and fish eyes will lower your worth.

Originally, Song Ci planned to inquire about the situation of these restaurants in the county, and then decide which one to find a way to connect with according to the reputation of the wind.Now he has no foundation at all, and he hasn't made many friends. It's really hard to deal with someone who wants to steal his things.

If every person who opposes him is killed by him using space, wouldn't it be obvious to tell others that he has a problem?

I am worried that those restaurants will forcefully buy his non-existent chicken recipes because of their background.

Song Ci did not act recklessly.

Now that Zheng Fang knows the shopkeeper of Tianxiang Tower, he thinks it won't be too much of a disadvantage.

As for the predicament of Tianxiang Tower, Zheng Fang told him at the time, which meant telling him to let him sit on the ground and raise the price. Song Ci felt that this friend made a really good friend.

"Uncle, I found another one with a small black spot."

During the day, Amei and Dabao came to help pick up eggs again. When they came to help, Uncle Ergou would give them some such delicious eggs every time, but Xiaobao was afraid that those hens who were more fierce than roosters would come Playing with sand next to it.

Every time they picked up an egg, Dabao and Amei would put it in the sun to see if there were any small black spots, so as to determine whether the egg could hatch a chick.

"Dabao is really capable, pass it to my uncle and ask him to put it in the bamboo basket." Amei said.

Dabao blushed and handed the egg to Amei.

"Amei, Dabao did a great job. I will reward you with eggs and fried meat at noon." Lin Xiaohe, who came to help Mrs. Song with eggs, said to the two children.

"I want it too, uncle, I want it too." Xiao Bao shouted while hugging Lin Xiaohe's thigh.

"Okay, I have a copy of Xiaobao too, and I will stay at Uncle Ergou's house for dinner at noon." Afraid that Xiaobao would trip over Lin Xiaohe, Song Ci grabbed Xiaobao's creaking nest with both hands from behind and lifted him up high , causing a series of giggles from Xiaobao

"Tell mother to cook a few fewer dishes. If you cook too much, you won't be able to finish it. We will have to eat leftovers every day." Song Ci said.

"My mother has a sense of proportion, she wants to be more grand, use our eggs and chickens to make a few more dishes, and give the restaurant shopkeeper a good taste, so that they can buy more from us. Chicken." Lin Xiaohe said.

I heard that this deal is a long-term business, and their chickens and eggs are not afraid that they will not be sold, and Mrs. Song naturally values ​​it very much.It is also a honor to be able to do business with a big restaurant.

Song Ci understood his mother's thoughts, but felt that it was too hard.

Since the other party is the shopkeeper of the restaurant, he must have two brushes, and he can taste the taste of one or two dishes.

"With Erbao here, we won't have much food left, right?" Lin Xiaohe teased Erbao.

"Yes." Er Bao nodded.

"Uncle Geng, you're here, I'm planning to pick you up."

Seeing shopkeeper Geng getting off the carriage parked in front of his house, Zheng Fang hurried to meet him.

"What are you picking up? It's not like I haven't been to Daping Village. Let's go to your friend's house to see those herbal chickens." Shopkeeper Geng said anxiously.

Can he be in a hurry?

During the Chinese New Year, compared to the prosperity of Zuixianju, their Tianxianglou was deserted to the point where they could barely drink cold water.

Tianxianglou has reached the time of life and death, if those chickens really do what Zheng Fang said, with the name of the herbal chicken and the excellent taste, he is still sure to make a good turnaround.

"Okay, I'll lead you there."

Zheng Fang's house was at the entrance of the village, a little far away from Song Ci's house. Shopkeeper Geng got into the carriage again, Zheng Fang sat in the driver's seat, and drove the car to the village without delay.

"Li Si, you stay here and watch the carriage, Fang Zi and I can just go in."

"Yes, the shopkeeper." Li Sidao.

"Ergou, are you at home?" Zheng Fang led shopkeeper Geng to Song's courtyard.

"Yes." Song Ci came out of the chicken coop as soon as he heard the commotion in the yard, walked up to the two of them and said hello, "You are shopkeeper Geng, right?"

"The old man is right, this is my nephew."

"That's right, this is the Ergou I told you about." Zheng Fang said aside.

"Shopkeeper Geng, please go inside first, the food and drinks are already prepared at home, and we are waiting for you to come over."

"You don't have to be so polite." Shopkeeper Geng said politely.

Song Ci led shopkeeper Geng to the main room where the guests were entertained, and hurried to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

"Ergou, I'll help too." Zheng Fang said.

Five or six dishes were served one after another, and the shopkeeper Geng was satisfied, feeling that although this is a farmhouse, the etiquette is still very thoughtful.

"You don't have to worry about the little brother driving the car, my mother has already delivered the food." Song Ci said to the shopkeeper Geng when he came in with the last chicken soup.

"Thank you."

"My nephew should know the purpose of my coming here today. Let's skip all the etiquette, and just eat the vegetables." Shopkeeper Geng said authentically.

He smelled these fragrant dishes, and his heart has settled down, and it's time to taste the taste next.

"You always decide." Song Ci echoed.

Shopkeeper Geng first took a bite of scrambled eggs with leeks. After chewing carefully, he was satisfied and said, "Very good, but the leeks cover up the aroma of the herbs. I think it might be better to replace them with shallots."

"You said so."

In fact, scrambled eggs with tomatoes is the delicacy that fully demonstrates the benefits of his eggs. Sweet and sour tomatoes paired with fragrant eggs are beautiful and delicious.

My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

It's just that after being here for so long, Song Ci discovered many dishes that were not available in ancient China, that is, there were no tomatoes.

He couldn't bring it up rashly.

There were still leeks in the egg box, so shopkeeper Geng skipped it first, took a sip of the egg soup with a spoon, gave Song Ci a thumbs up, and said, "Fresh."

When the last chicken soup was served, shopkeeper Geng was speechless for a long time, and drank two large bowls of chicken soup on his own, as if he was deciding on something.

"Nephew, how do you want to sell your chickens and eggs?" asked the shopkeeper Geng.

"Shopkeeper, do you think my herbal chicken, just like a cup of chicken soup, sells for 20 taels of silver, does anyone want it?"

"Even 30 taels is still in short supply. My nephew still has too few chickens."

"You also know that chickens are precious. If I can raise them, I will almost lose my entire family. The amount is naturally a little short. But rare things are more expensive, and good things are expensive and not expensive. Yes, like my chickens, your old hunger marketing is definitely more effective than selling them in restaurants all at once."

"What is hunger marketing."

"It is to control the amount of goods sold. The more others want to buy, the more we hang on to them, and sell them in a fixed amount, which is less than their needs. For example, you sell ten in a restaurant a month. Chickens like chickens are sold every two days, so if you want to eat chicken, you can only count the days and hope that you will start selling them, and the business of the restaurant will gradually improve."

It also happened to overcome the shortcoming of insufficient supply.

"Wonderful." Naturally, ordinary restaurants dare not do this, for fear of offending customers.

They are not afraid of Tianxianglou.

"Nephew, you have said so much, how do you want to sell your family's golden rooster?" Putting down the big stone in his heart, shopkeeper Geng deliberately joked.

This friend of Zheng Fang's is really more ghostly than him. After talking so much, he just wants to raise the price.

"How can I hide this little thought from you, you can always tell me the number."

"Five or two?"

Seeing that Song Ci seemed a little dissatisfied, shopkeeper Geng added some more, "Eight taels?"

"You always eat meat, so you should give me some soup. It costs a lot to hire someone to provide mountain spring water for the daily medicinal materials." Song Ci said with a wry smile.

His spiritual spring water has not been counted yet.

"Twelve taels can't be more. No matter how good the ingredients are, they still need to be prepared with labor and seasonings. The price of my chickens is not much less than the price of your chickens."

"Clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved. Have you ever heard of it? The more authentic the taste, the better. If you use so many things to cover the taste of the chicken itself, the loss outweighs the gain." Song Ci tried his best fighting for.

"Nephew is also good at poetry."

"I went to school for a few days when I was a child, but I didn't learn well, so I was kicked out by my master."

"It's not good, it can be used to negotiate the price."

"Don't embarrass me. If the master finds out, you'll have to vomit blood." It's an insult to the gentleman to read a book to the chicken cub, and knowing that he is used as a merchant, the old scholar will not give it to him. pissed off.

Although he had a feud with the old scholar, there was no life-and-death enmity, and he would not do such immoral things as angering people to death.