Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 114 Merchant Selection
In the spring of March, at about nine o'clock in the morning, the orange sunshine filled the temporary courtyard.

"Tuk tuk tuk!"

On one side of the courtyard wall, there is a honeycomb briquette stove, and an old square table is set up next to it, with pots and pans, knives and cutting boards, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all available.

Even the water pipes are connected.

There was a young man standing next to the square table, chopping meat, using his two knives in a unique rhythm.

Under the wall facing the courtyard gate, there was a long table. Li Jiankun, Chen Yajun and Jin Biao were sitting behind it, watching quietly.

Wang Shanhe controlled the courtyard door, which was closed at this time. Through the iron railings, he could see the black sky outside the door.

This is not a competition site, but a business check-in.You say you can make some kind of authentic snack, but you can't just talk about it, and it's not necessarily reliable when you serve it.

The best way is to produce it on site.

This method feels very novel to people these days, but it is actually very common in later generations. In some food streets, private businesses apply to settle in, and stricter management units are bound to try the dishes.

Of course, there are more casual ones, just pay the money.

Except for the ingredients, which are brought by the registrants, Li Jiankun purchased everything else out of his own pocket.He thought that people nowadays don't have many business opportunities that they can tinker with. Of course, this is also related to the general environment.

But I never expected that so many people wanted to eat.

There can be seven or eight out of ten.

Then he must check carefully and select the best among the best.

There is nothing wrong with food, it is an important magic weapon for attracting traffic, but the proportion cannot be too high, otherwise you will just open a food city.

According to his idea, there were a total of 46 shops in the whole courtyard - four vertical rows of houses, with 10 shops in each row, and the row of horizontal houses against the east wall, which had only 6 shops.

There can be no more than 10 food shops and no less than 5 food shops.

The young man began to boil water in the iron pot and put on the steamer. What he wanted to make was not dumplings, but Shaomai.

Soak the mushrooms and glutinous rice in advance at home and bring them over.

The process is quite slow, but if you have a good meal, you are not afraid of being late. Now be more rigorous and select some good merchants to settle in. From now on, it will be the traffic password.

After a while, the aroma of rice mixed with the smell of meat floated in the air.

The young man opened the steamer lid and prepared to serve.

There is no need to pay attention to this. Three pairs of chopsticks and a porcelain plate, containing six shaomai, were brought to the two hosts and one person who didn’t know what they were doing——

The news has spread that this temporary courtyard was built by two educated youths who had returned to the city to raise funds, one named Jin Biao and the other Chen Yajun.

Li Jiankun looked at it carefully, the fragrance, the appearance, it was so authentic.

The three of them moved their chopsticks together, and after tasting it, smiles appeared on their faces.

The young man also laughed and asked quickly: "What do you three think? Can you get through it?"

As a glutinous food lover, Li Jiankun had already given him a vote of approval in his heart, but it was still too early to say anything. What if there was another Shaomai cook in the future who was more authentic than him?

He was only told that if he successfully entered the pre-selection, the results would be announced one week later, on March 3.

The young man was probably happy. If you wanted to come in and do business on someone else's territory, you had to follow their rules, pack up your things, and leave.

Wang Shanhe opened the door, sent him away, and let in another one.

This guy sat across from Li Jiankun and the others and didn't bring any ingredients.

There is another person who doesn’t want to eat.

"What do you want to do for a living?" Chen Yajun asked.

"Well, this one."

24 Five years old, older than Chen Yajun, he took out a palm-sized book from his trouser pocket.

Li Jiankun took a look at it and thought, "Isn't this a villain's book?"

"Snowy Outpost".

The business of renting books with little people is optional. It can attract some young people and teenagers, but they are not the main force of consumption, and parents generally do not agree with them reading books with little people.

Chen Yajun glanced to the side without leaving any trace. He just pretended. How could he have decision-making power?
"How many villain books do you have, and do you have any channels to purchase them?"

Li Jiankun asked.

"It must be there, otherwise you dare to do this business? You can rest assured that if the business is good, I will have as many little books as I want."

Li Jiankun looked him up and down, looking like an old man.

"Where does Comrade live?"

"In town, from Liuchi Alley."

Jin Biao whispered in Li Jiankun's ear, saying that the families in that area were generally well-off and had large courtyards. "Okay, we know, we will consider it, and the results will be announced on the 23rd. Just wait for the letter."

Li Jiankun sent him away.

Didn't hit the mark.

Next, there is another foodie, making dumplings.

Li Jiankun had a headache for a while, thinking that he would write a note and post it outside at noon, asking those who make dumplings and steamed buns not to come again.

Too many.

Near noon, Wang Shanhe let in a strange person.

A girl.

This is the first one.

She is of average appearance, quite delicate, and a bit shy.

"Girl, what kind of shop do you want to open?"

Jin Biao stretched out his bearded face and asked in a way that he thought he was harmless to humans and animals.

"Embroidery."

The girl drooped her head and her face turned red.

Li Jiankun shook his head and told the truth, this character is not suitable for business.

"Oh, did you bring anything here?" Jin Biao asked again.

"There are."

The girl had a black cloth bag in her hand. She opened it quickly and took out a folded white satin bag.

Shake lightly.

Excuse!
Li Jiankun's pupils shrank slightly, and he was too busy to move closer.

What do you think is embroidered on the satin?

Kowloon Opera Pearl!

vivid.

He doesn't know much about embroidery, but as a craftsman, it doesn't prevent him from identifying the exquisite skills involved.

This is no longer a manual job.

It is an art.

"Well, this piece was actually not embroidered by me. My mother did it. She has been embroidering it for a long time. I just returned to the city."

As the girl spoke, she put the white satin fabric on the table and took out an embroidery set from the black cloth bag - there was a bamboo hoop with a piece of satin fabric in it.

There is an unfinished embroidery picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

The needle and thread have already been prepared, and the girl moves her hands quickly and flexibly with her wrists.

It is pleasing to watch.

Li Jiankun thought for a while and asked, "Your mother can also embroider, right? Do you have any stock at home? How many pieces can you embroider in a day?"

The girl stopped her hand and replied seriously: "I have some at home, but I can't sell them all. People usually only buy them when they get married. Not only my mother can embroider, but my grandma, second aunt, third aunt, and fourth aunt can also do it. Together, they can embroider a lot in a day." Hey."

Be nice!

This is a family of embroidery.

Li Jiankun did not check the household registration anymore. It can be seen from many details that she is an authentic girl. He smiled and said: "Congratulations, you entered the pre-selection. You can come over on the 23rd to see the results."

Jin Biao and Chen Yajun looked at each other when they heard this. Only they could hear the difference in these words.

This was the first time Jiankun explicitly asked the other party to come over to see the results, with the emphasis on the word "come over".

"Ah really? Thank you, thank you!"

The girl bowed repeatedly, with tears in her eyes, feeling that she was still of some use.

After hearing about it from an educated youth friend, she plucked up the courage to try it secretly today. Her family didn't know yet.It really hurts me every time I see the works that my family has worked so hard to embroider, but no one comes to buy them.

She is a well-educated person, and she wonders now that the policy has been relaxed, why do she still stay at home and embroider as she did in the past, selling only to old neighbors?
This place is very nice. If she can really get a shop, she will borrow money and buy it.

Well, if you want to step out, you must.

(End of this chapter)