There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 103
Song Rutang turned her head to look at him and saw Zhu Huafeng curling his lips and saying softly:
"They sell their peppers, but we don't sell peppers. What does it have to do with them?"

After thinking for a moment, Song Rutang understood what Zhu Huafeng meant.

The three people looked at each other and smiled, but Song Rutang spoke first:

"This thing is extremely spicy, why not just call it chili pepper."

"It's a good name. We'll see if his peppers can still be sold."

Zhu Huafeng put away the folding fan, and the sharpness in his eyes could not be concealed, and it overflowed.

Changing Fanjiao's name was not really because he was afraid that the other party would cause trouble.

How could the famous Zhu family in the north be afraid of the Nanmanzi?

It's just a disgusting group of snobs who are obsessed with pepper.

Zhu Huafeng stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and said:

"It's getting late, I'm going to find an inn to stay at."

Yang Mingli naturally knew that Zhu Huafeng had other things to deal with, otherwise he would not have found the inn, so he nodded and asked someone to send him out.

Song Rutang started to get busy here.

The restaurant was about to open, and Zhuangzi's affairs had to be dealt with. As soon as Yang Mingli came back from seeing off the guests, he began to make arrangements for Song Rutang.

"After the drought, everything in Zhuangzi was idle. I can spare some to grow peppers for you, but I wonder if they can be planted in this weather? After all, it is winter, so it is difficult to grow peppers."

Song Rutang thought for a while.

Logically speaking, it is impossible, but if we develop greenhouse technology...

Thinking like this, Song Rutang felt that the prospects were promising, so she chose the right words and said:

"I have tried it before, but only the peppers that were warmed by the brazier grew seedlings, while the peppers that were cold outside did not grow.

I thought that if I could install something similar to a brazier in the Zhuangzi, the peppers would grow naturally when they think the time is right. "

Yang Mingli lowered his head, thoughtfully.

This is not a bad idea.

If it were in the past, he would definitely say that Song Rutang was fanciful, but after seeing Song Rutang's process of cultivating peppers some time ago, he gradually started to have some thoughts on this matter.

It is obviously unrealistic to just put a brazier in front of the pepper plants on the ground. Firstly, it will consume a lot of material and financial resources. Secondly, what if the wind blows and blows the seedlings?
Song Rutang thought of a way.

When I was reading ancient history, I saw the ancient methods of building greenhouses. I briefly looked at them a few times, glanced over them, and jotted down some methods in my mind.

According to the memory of the original owner, there is obviously no such method in the current dynasty of this time and space.

After thinking for a while, he chose a method that seemed less abrupt, and said tentatively to Yang Mingli:

"I was thinking that if we set up a brazier outside and burned it with firewood every day, it would require a lot of people to look after it. It would be very expensive and would be easily blown out by the wind, so it wouldn't be of any use.

If you could build something like a house on the ground, and then cover it with manure to keep it warm, the effect wouldn't be too bad. "

Yang Mingli lowered his head and thought for a while, unable to come up with a reason.

He always felt that this method sounded somewhat unreliable.

It's just that he is not the sovereign in this matter. Yang Mingli thought for a while and nodded:
"Just go and try whatever you want to do. Someone will guide you, don't be afraid. By the way, have you come up with a name for the restaurant? Have you asked your husband to write a plaque for it?"

Song Rutang nodded:

"I have already found a gentleman with good calligraphy, and also found someone to make a plaque. I can send it over tomorrow and call it good food."

"That's good. You have to pay more attention to all aspects when doing business by yourself. The accountant is the most important. You have to find a reliable one. There are a few suitable acquaintances in my family. If you haven't found a good one, I will Asking someone to introduce you will save you the trouble of finding someone."

Yang Mingli gave Song Rutang many instructions, fearing that something would happen to her when she opened the restaurant.

To be honest, Yang Mingli felt that he was really scared. If Song Rutang made too big a mistake and asked them to make up for it, they really wouldn't be able to come up with such a big shortfall.

Song Rutang thought for a while and decided to give up the 5 taels of silver. The savings would be realized when the time came, which made people feel uncomfortable, so she said:

"Is the third uncle's family still in deficit? I'm thinking of taking out the 5 taels of silver and keeping it for emergency use at home."

"Good boy."

Yang Mingli did not treat Song Rutang politely.

After all, the money given to the second brother a few days ago almost emptied the family's fortune. Recently, the family is really short of money for business.

As a result, Song Rutang's image in Yang Mingli's heart became even more sacred.

Yang Mingli thought, after all, Tang Bao had handed over all the money he had taken back, and he would have to compensate her more in the future.

So Song Rutang used 50 of the [-] taels of silver in exchange for the trust and help of the Yang family for generations.

Putting this aside for now, the two of them finished talking, and Song Rutang turned around and started preparing for the greenhouse and restaurant.

The greenhouse is not in a hurry, the most important thing right now is the restaurant.

Song Rutang worked hard for several days, preparing the ingredients needed for the restaurant, and finally waited for the day when the restaurant opened.

Her opening ceremony was well prepared and attracted many people to watch.

Most of the people recognized her, either because they had bought her hot and sour noodles or had eaten her kebabs.

Seeing her cutting the ribbon at the entrance of the restaurant, everyone came over to watch the fun.

Song Rutang cleared her throat and raised her voice:

"The delicious restaurant is open today, and everything is half price. Due to the limited number of chefs, we only sell hot and sour noodles today, with a limit of [-] servings, first come first served!"

When everyone heard that there was a limit, everyone squeezed in, whether they were just joining in the fun or those who really wanted to eat.

The Haoshi restaurant suddenly became lively.

Because Song Rutang had a catering business and had a good reputation and the food was delicious, everyone was willing to wait patiently at the table.

Not long after, Song Rutang served ten portions of hot and sour noodles and asked the hired waiter to bring them to the front, instantly attracting the attention of many people.

This time was different from the past. Because she overfulfilled the system's tasks and messed around with the system, she actually received an advanced recipe.

This dish is different from the boring hot and sour noodles in the past. It also contains bean sprouts, peas, shredded pork and various condiments, making it taste much better.

It's just that the price has been adjusted slightly, from the original ten cents to fifteen cents.

The price is quite acceptable. After all, there are a lot of ingredients and the store fee is included, so it's a little cheaper than other restaurants nearby.

As a result, more people will buy it.

Song Rutang was cooking pot after pot of noodles when she heard a noise coming from the front.

He hurriedly threw the pot and rushed out, and found that the crowd was crowded together. Song Rutang went over to take a look, and saw that the man in the middle had dense pimples on his body.

It's an allergy.

(End of this chapter)