The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 39 Caravan
The sky is clear, and the transparent sunlight against the transparent blue sky can make people feel better, but this does not include An Chong.

He was sitting on a bamboo chair, still holding the bag of brown sugar in his arms, and was concentrating on looking at the fork in the north.

This area is uninhabited and has a wide view, and there is indeed a lot of traffic, but their stall has been open for two hours, and they passed by several relatively large convoys during this period, and none of them stopped to eat.

Seeing that it was noon, no one should come to eat.

An Chong turned to look at An Xu, and asked, "Are you still waiting?"

"You have to be a little patient when doing business," An Xu looked down at the stove, and put a few carbon clips bought from the Liu family in the village into the stove.

In fact, when doing business on the side of the road, it is best to choose stewed meat with a strong fragrance. However, the cost is limited, and the spices are not available in small counties. If the conditions are insufficient, making stewed meat will affect the reputation of the cart in the future. not too good.

What An Xu wants is that those who pass by here to buy food can eat a very delicious bite, and guarantee that they will look for it next time they pass by here.

Therefore, she had less than a tael of silver on hand, most of which she used to sell spices. Because she could not enter the county town, she went to several nearby towns to sell them, but she only got some fragrant leaves, cinnamon, and star anise. That's all.

There was not much money left, so An Xu collected a basket of eggs in the village, went up the mountain to dig a lot of wild mushrooms, and sold two sets of large intestines and a few big bones to the butcher in the next village. In the evening, I boiled a thick pot of big bone soup and a pot of delicious mushroom soup.

In fact, their small carts were parked by the side of the road, and the vehicles passing by on the road did not come down to inquire, but they heard that the raw material of meat stew was pig intestines, and those who could afford a carriage were immediately disinterested. gone.

An Chong is very worried about the prospect of this small business, but An Xu is quite confident.

Just at this time, a not-so-small team appeared from a fork in the west, and An Chong, who was still dying, stood up suddenly, looked on tiptoe, turned around and said happily: "Sister, look, there is still There are camels, this must be a merchant from the Western Regions, I heard from those brothers that these merchants look poor on the outside, but they are actually quite rich."

Well, presumably people are also full of wariness.

How did Yang Zhi lose his birth date in Water Margin? Didn't he just buy wine and eat with a jujube seller on the side of the road?

Suddenly thinking of this, An Xu finally understood why the few people who came to ask about it looked like they wanted to eat but finally left.

An Xu took a deep breath, and looked at the group of slowly walking teams, hoping that they would dare to stop and eat something because they were so courageous and attracted by the taste of their own soup.

On the other side, among the dozen or so camels carrying goods back and forth, are three men on horseback. In the center is a young man in his 20s, on the left is a middle-aged man with a mustache, and on the right is a 20-year-old man. Around the age of [-], he is tall and powerful, and he looks like a thug at first glance.

"Mr. Zhao, look ahead, is that a roadside stall?" The young man in the middle asked, pointing to the front.

The middle-aged man had also seen it a long time ago, and said suspiciously: "We all know that Maliuyi is not far ahead. There has never been a stall in this area. Young master, in order to prevent fraud, we'd better speed up."

"This doesn't seem like a place where anyone can ambush?" Fang Fu looked at the surrounding wilderness. At this time, in late autumn, the crops in the field had already been harvested, and there were no obstacles around them, so it was very open.

Mr. Zhao is the accountant of the caravan. Because he can read and write, he has always been valued by the master. He is more careful, and the master often discusses with him about anything.

"There will be no ambush," Mr. Zhao said, "I'm afraid there are some black tricks. In my opinion, they won't come if we don't stop."

So it’s better to have one thing less than one thing more, without stopping, just walk over.

What can those two people do with the nearly twenty rough Chinese characters of their caravan?

Fang Fu smiled and said: "Mr. Zhao is thinking about it, so I will listen to you. Han Yun, you go and say it before and after, no matter what happens later, don't stop, and try to speed up as much as possible."

"Yes", the man on the right who looked muscular even though he was wearing clothes agreed, and turned his horse to the rear.

Each camel was led by someone. After following the notice, Han Yun turned back and rode his horse towards the half of the front. When the notice reached the first wave, he rode on the horse and joined the people in front.

After a while, after passing the fork in the road, the strong fragrance that I could faintly smell just now became more overbearing in an instant, making the stomachs of several hungry people feel like they were on horseback.

What's even more touching is that the little lady behind the booth started yelling: "Lou noodles, there are bone broth and vegetarian stew, and there is a bowl of three pennies, and the amount is large."

An Xu would never have yelled so loudly if the ones who came were the more elaborate carriages and donkey carts with carriages, but these people who came before them were manual laborers who were prone to hunger, so they should be easily influenced by yelling.

Those who walked in front swallowed their saliva, but due to the presence of Han Yun, the personal guard of Shaodong's family, none of them dared to leave the team to eat noodles.

Besides, I just had enough to eat at Maliuyi, and I haven't left for an hour, so I can bear it.

An Xu saw these people, all of them were wearing fur hats or fur vests, but they were like well-trained soldiers, swallowing their saliva and walking forward without looking sideways.

An Xu: They are really vigilant. Also, people who run business in various places these days are people with both heart and force.

Facing the sun in the sky, she saw two riders coming along with the team. Looking at the clothes, the young man in the back was dressed better than the burly man in front.

This should be the boss.

Do you want to cook a bowl of noodles and sell them to the boss?

If this wave of customers can't be won, the noodles and eggs brought out today will probably be brought back as they are.

Doing business, you can't make mistakes.

An Xu gritted his teeth, it was too late to cook the noodles, he directly fished out three or five tea eggs from the warm pot, and trotted towards the middle of the road.

Fang Fu had noticed the little lady's eyes long ago, and turned his head to the side a little reservedly, thinking that this woman is really thick-skinned, he has been out in business for several years, and he has never seen any woman dare to stare at her like this all the time. I saw it myself.

"Sir, five-spice tea eggs are delicious and easy to carry. Would you like some?"

The voice rang in his ears, and Fang Fu turned his head all of a sudden, looking in surprise at the woman who had been following them with her head up.

Dare to love, she came for Mr. Zhao.

(End of this chapter)