Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 56
But the master is the master after all, there is an identity there.

On the other hand, the little girl in front of him was laughing and cursing naturally without any pretense. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her and he forgot about the master beside him.

"You little kids are busy working. Where are the adults at home? Are you busy with farm work at home?"

"Uh, yes!" Shen Qing didn't want to explain too much, but felt that the old eunuch was a bit weird.

I have no choice. I have watched many TV movies in my previous life, and there were not many good eunuchs in them.

The house manager wanted to ask again, but Xing'er was anxious and whispered to him: "The master is still here!"

The house manager hurriedly pulled away, "Sir, what do you want to buy?"

Su Jing looked at the package in his arms and thought that the old man didn't want to share it with him. Look, he secretly hid it in his arms!
He smiled slowly, pointed to the things on the stall, and said to Shen Qing: "If I buy them all, how much money would it cost?"

Da Ya's eyes widened in shock, and Shen Qing was also slightly surprised, but she soon regained consciousness, and then shook her head.

Su Jing frowned, expressing puzzlement.

I'm afraid he doesn't have enough money, or I don't want to sell it to him.

Shen Qing glanced at the eager customers behind him and said, "That won't work. If you buy it all at once, the others will be gone. Look, there are still many people over there who want to buy!"

Manager Fang secretly praised in his heart, this girl is good, she has her own ideas, and she is not overjoyed by the little profit in front of her.

Su Jing was dissatisfied, and her tone was displeased, "It's all about selling. What's the difference between selling me alone and selling them?"

Shen Qing's chest was straight and straight, without any stage fright, "Naturally there is a difference. First, although these are baked with oil, they can't be stored for a long time. Second, the reason why we set up a stall here is to make money. First, secondly, it is to promote our brand, so that more people will know the word Miaoweifang, and finally, the most important point..." She looked Su Jing up and down, and jokingly said: "Your body, I'm afraid it's difficult to digest spicy food, so eat less!"

She spoke very quickly, with only a pause in the middle, so Xing'er had no time to stop her.

It’s so cold!

Oh my god, his young master is probably angry.

The house manager immediately came out to smooth things over, "Sir, this girl is right. You should eat less spicy food. Why don't we go to the temple to have a vegetarian meal?"

When it came to the meal, the corners of Shen Qing's mouth twisted violently, but she immediately chased them away courteously, "Yes, it's time for the meal soon, and the meal table is about to start, why don't you guys go shopping first, and then use Some vegetarian food, if we can't sell them all later, I will give it to you..."

"No need!" Su Jing walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

People are angry!
Xing'er glared at Shen Qing fiercely, then took away an oil paper bag packed on the table.

Manager Fang intentionally took a step behind, and when he saw his master gone, he asked, "We have to stay in Qingquan Town for a few more days. If we want to eat then, can I trouble you to deliver it to our door?"

Shen Qing readily agreed, "Success! You just need to send someone to the Fulai Inn and inform a waiter named Feng Chengcheng, and we will send you some fresh tea later. Oh, this bag of tea is for you to try. We pick it from the back of the mountain, and we fry it ourselves, and the craftsmanship is not good, so you always forgive me."

The house manager liked her more and more, and said with a loving smile: "Everything you earn is hard-earned money. At my age, I can't take advantage of yours. Take it!" He took out a piece of silver and asked Shen Qing Seeing that it was one ingot of five taels, he quickly waved his hand and refused, "It's not like this."

However, the house manager put the money on the stall and insisted, "Keep it! If you have any fresh food in the future, just remember to give us some."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Shen Qing slightly hesitated, then hurried back to the store, wrapped two pancakes in oiled paper, and ran out quickly.

After catching up with the manager of the house, I stuffed the oiled paper bag to him, "This is not for sale. My sister got up early in the morning to make corn noodle pancakes from the kang. The fillings inside are soaked fresh bamboo shoots mixed with some fat, and a little bit of dried chili. , we brought it here, just put it on the stove to heat up, now it's good to eat, you put it away."

After she finished speaking, she ran back and continued to do business.

Soon, the small stall was covered by the crowd that had gathered again, and you could only vaguely hear the little girl greeting the customers. Her voice was sweet and her words were funny. She could chat with and amuse everyone, whether they were a kid or an old woman. of joy.

The housekeeper was holding the warm oil paper bag and felt his heart was getting warm. He lowered his head and turned around to continue walking. Unexpectedly, he almost bumped into someone. When he raised his head, he met his master's cold eyes.

"What did she give you? Look, you're so happy." Su Jing's tone couldn't hide the sourness.

Although his complexion was paler and his body was weaker, his mother compared him to the bamboos in the garden, saying that he was like a bamboo pole, straight and hollow, and when the wind blew, he swayed to this side and folded constantly. He was tough but not as tall and straight as a cypress.

But no matter how you say it, it's more likable than this old thing, right?
The room manager opened the oil paper bag awkwardly and showed it to him, "It's just two mixed flour pancakes. Do you want to try it, sir?"

"Hmph!" Su Jing left without looking back.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he bumped into Xing'er who was stealing food again.

"Wow! What is this, why is it all chili noodles, bah bah bah, it's so hot!"

Su Jing smiled, finally something made him happy.

But until he entered the fasting hall, sat down to eat the fast meal, and just took a bite, the whole person seemed to be frozen.

I can't swallow it, and I can't spit it out either.

The house manager sat with him, and only Xing'er stood by and waited on him.

Seeing that his expression was not right, he quickly picked up his chopsticks, "This is..."

Su Jing still took out the handkerchief, vomited out the contents of her mouth, and discarded the handkerchief. Then she stood up with a dark face and said angrily: "I'm full!"

The house manager and Xing'er hurriedly caught up. The old man took out the oil paper bag and asked carefully and tentatively: "How about you take this cushion? In fact, the food at the farmhouse has a different taste. It is no worse than that in a big restaurant, and the food is just ordinary."

One ate in an exquisite setting, while the other ate in a homely and warm way.

Su Jing's phoenix eyes tilted, stared at it and fell silent. Just when the house manager was about to withdraw his hand, his hand suddenly became empty.

Su Jing held the oil paper bag in her hand, took one hesitantly, and took a hesitant sip.

"My lord, is the smell okay?" Xing'er was also attracted by the scent, and unconsciously, his face moved closer.

Su Jing took out the folding fan, pushed his head away, and threw the oil paper bag back to the room manager.

"Too rough to swallow!"

This was the first time for him to eat this kind of coarse grain. He was used to eating soft food, so he couldn't swallow it at all. However, the filling was well prepared. He savored it carefully. This was a taste he had never tasted before.

"Young master is a noble man, and he doesn't know the hardships of the people at dawn. This kind of coarse food is not affordable for everyone. Ordinary people only eat two meals a day, breakfast and lunch, and dinner is saved. Anyway, when it gets dark They just sleep, and they don’t know they’re hungry when they’re asleep, and it’s good for them to have a meal of dry food a day. Most of them eat wild vegetables. countless."

(End of this chapter)