In the years of ancient traders

"Brother, why do you need refined white flour, rootless water and fruit trees?" After Li Guanshi left, Wu Niang asked Song Shu's sleeve.She spoke slowly, and the time in one sentence was enough for Liu Niang to say three or five sentences.

"The flour we usually use will be ground twice or three times, and it is mixed with wheat bran, which has a rough taste. But the refined white flour only uses the flour from the first mill, which is the best tasting part of the wheat." Song Shu pulled her to sit down, and said slowly that the door of the room was closed, and he deliberately created a relatively quiet and comfortable environment, so that the communication with Wu Niang could be more sufficient.

"Rootless water is rainwater, which has fewer impurities than river and well water, and together with fruit tree ash, the lye water produced is better than what we use today."

When Song Shu was explaining, Wu Niang looked at him, and when he finished speaking, she lowered her head again not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, he said, "Brother, five pennies is better."

"Huh?" Her thoughts suddenly jumped here, Song Shu was a little surprised, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Wu Niang thought for a while, as if she was organizing her sentences, and then said after a while: "The workers need to be paid." What Wu Niang said made Song Shu dumbfounded. He really thought about spending money after 20 days had passed. He hired villagers who were willing to work and continued to open his steamed bun workshop, but he never made up his mind.

Mainly because it is expensive.

Originally, labor in this era was not expensive, and the current situation in Xianghe Village was, in the final analysis, made by Song Shu himself.

Nowadays, it is not uncommon for villagers who trade steamed buns to earn ten or twenty yuan a day, which is already a very high income for the current living standards of farmers.And when they can make their own steamed buns and sell them on their own, this profit will be further expanded.

The advantage of doing business by yourself is that you can earn more, but at the same time it is harder and there is a possibility of losing money.The advantage of working is stability. As long as the workshop is not closed, their income is guaranteed.

So, if you hire helpers, how much should you pay per person?

The ups and downs of doing business are huge, especially steamed buns are still a new industry here. If Wanghailou can get a price of five cents for this order, Song Shu will have more confidence in running the steamed bun workshop.

The customer base of Wanghailou is the wealthiest group in the local area. They will not hesitate to spend a little more to buy more exquisite steamed buns. This is not only a matter of food, but also a matter of face.The Song family is the earliest birthplace of steamed buns, and the steamed buns produced by the Song family must also represent authenticity.

The price given by Wuniang was the best price in Song Shu's heart. At this price, Song Shu had enough to maintain the income of the workshop, and Wanghailou also had enough room to raise the price. They would think it was expensive, but it was not unacceptable.I believe that in their hands, it is not difficult to sell a steamed bun for a penny.

There are so many things, Song Shu has been thinking about it for a long time, that's why when Manager Li talked to him today, he only proposed six pennies a penny, and you guys made such a request.And what about Wu Niang?How long did she think about it?How deep did she think?Did she intuit the price, or did she calculate it?

It is really right to bring her to listen to it today.

Song Shu originally wanted to chat with her a few more words, but Wu Niang showed obvious repulsion and refused to speak.It seemed that facing the unfamiliar Guanshi Li had consumed a lot of her energy.

Song Shu took Wu Niang out, and Wu Niang went directly to San Niang's side without saying a word, just leaning quietly, as if she was charging.

"Silang, what did you talk about?" Song Sanniang asked while pulling Song Shu back to the house.

Song Shu told her the whole story. Sanniang was not very sensitive about business matters, so he had to explain more.

After listening to Song Shu's explanation, Sanniang couldn't help but feel a little excited. If this deal can be concluded with Wanghailou, the business of making steamed buns is expected to last for a long time.

"Brother Anang, do you know kung fu?" During dinner, Sanniang reminded Anan to refrain from making moves, and when Liuniang heard it, she was so curious that she dragged Song Anan to chatter non-stop.

"Brother Anang, can you punch me?"

"Brother Anang, do you think my legs are kicking high?"

"Brother Anang, where did you learn your kung fu?"

"Brother Anang..."

"Brother Anang..."

Song Anan was so annoyed that he fled to work in the mill, and Liu Niang followed closely behind.In the end, Sanniang got angry and caught Liuniang back to sleep, and then it stopped.

Song Shu couldn't sleep at night and wanted to go out for a walk. When he got to the door, he bumped into Song Anan who was returning with a load of flour.Song Anan was still silent, he glanced at Song Shu, and carried the ground flour to the east room.

Song Shu's greeting hand was frozen in the air, and he touched his nose instead, pretending that he was not embarrassed.After all, they planted sweet potato vines together, so why are they still so indifferent.When he was working, he was always very active.But this person is strange to say, he doesn't like to talk and likes to work. What's more worth investigating is that he has a face of mixed race.

This is what Song Shu noticed recently.Song Anan has a high nose bridge and deeper eye sockets than ordinary people. Under strong light, his hair will turn brownish red, and his pupil color is no different from that of Han people. It may be that his grandfather or even great-grandfather has Hu people's blood.

"You sleep here?" Song Shu watched Song Anan spread a pile of straw on the long wooden table in the east room that was usually used to buy and sell steamed buns, and then lay down directly on it.

Song Anan closed his eyes and snorted coldly.

There were only three rooms in the house, the main room was occupied by him, and the third wife, the fifth wife, the sixth wife and the seventh son slept in the west room. If Song Anan didn't squeeze in with them, he would only have the kitchen as an option.It was nothing more than when he was in a coma, after running around for so long, he still occupied the whole room, and it was really wrong to drive his nominal brother to sleep in the kitchen.

"You can live with me." Song Shu knew he was wrong, and even his tone was softer than usual.Although there is nothing good about sleeping on straw mats, it is a decent place to sleep, and there are quilts in his room. Although it is not very warm, it can at least provide protection.

"No need." Song Anan didn't even open his eyes.

"Let's go." Song Shu went to pull his wrist, and Song Anan's arms spread out, motionless.

Song Shu didn't expect to be able to pull him, but the boy finally opened half of the gap and squinted at him.Song Shu hastened to make persistent efforts, ruthless and tough, and finally invited Song Anan back to his room, and apologized for the fact that he had completely ignored the fact that he should be given half of the room.

Song Anan waved his hand to show that he was magnanimous and not angry, and rolled over and wrapped Song Shu's quilt away.

Song Shu gritted his teeth, but in the end it was his fault, so he was too embarrassed to worry about it, so he took a piece from the space and covered it.After such a fuss, Song Shu didn't suffer from insomnia anymore, and just fell asleep.

After being beaten that day, Liu Fei didn't dare to go out for two days. After finally waiting for the bruise on his face to disappear, he was scolded severely by his sister again.

As far as his younger sister is concerned, she is more attractive, otherwise how would the young master of the Fu family like her?But she was lucky, she became arrogant after marrying the Fu family, and kept talking about our Fu family, even he, the older brother, was ignored.

"Isn't it just a redneck stall, what are you doing?!" Liu Fei turned his head and left, he still didn't believe it, without the help of the Fu family, he wouldn't be able to teach those two brats a lesson.

Liu Erniang was so angry that she leaned on the armrest and gasped for breath, her incompetent elder brother, is the Song family able to move now?Even her father-in-law wants to do business with people!

Liu Erniang knew her elder brother's temper well, so she followed him immediately, and didn't feel relieved until they reported that he didn't bother Zhou Dalang.To be on the safe side, when the young master of the Fu family came back that night, Erniang Liu told all about Liu Fei's grievances with Zhou Dalang and the Song family.

Mr. Fu Xiaolang is the seventh child in his family. His elder brothers and sisters are either married, or have gone to other places to do business or serve in the army. He is the only one who stays at home.Master Fu is getting old, and he is taking care of many things at home and Wanghai Tower, so the Song family's affairs are also very clear.As for this Liu Fei, Mr. Fu Xiaolang pondered for a moment, he was a dou who couldn't help him.

"Don't worry, I'll have someone beat him up tomorrow." Fu Xiaolang said.After hearing what her husband said, Erniang Liu seemed to have found a backbone, and immediately felt at ease.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, Xiao Er from Wanghai Tower rushed to Fu's house to invite Fu Xiaolangjun and Liu Erniang, and even alarmed Master Fu.When they arrived at Wanghai Tower, the building was not yet open for business, but a crowd of people had already gathered inside and out.

Liu Fei was bound and curled up on the ground crying, and a new wound was added to his forehead.

The second elder of the Liu family stood beside him, tears were about to fly out, but he trembled and dared not go forward.

Song Anan kicked over the bamboo basket next to him, sprinkled white flour all over the floor, there was a murmur from outside, the onlookers had already got the news, and at this moment the gate of Wanghai Tower was firmly surrounded.

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