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

Song Rutang found an apprentice here, and his mind settled down a little.

There was no big thing to worry about in the restaurant for the time being, so Song Rutang focused on Zhuangzi.

She had read in books that some dynasties planted sorghum stalks on the soil, built greenhouses with individual sorghum stalks, and used animal dung to cover the vegetable fields to keep them warm. This was much cheaper than lighting a fire.

At this time, the people's utilization rate of sorghum stalks was very high. It was not a scarce thing, so it was not difficult to buy it with some money.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Song Rutang took out a pen and paper and wrote calculations on the paper.

There are more than ten acres of land in Zhuangzi. Whether it is sorghum poles to build a greenhouse or manure to keep warm, it is an expense. Compared with other methods, it saves a lot of money.

She doesn't have to pay for it from her more than 40 taels of silver for the time being. She can use the money earned from the restaurant and the subsidies Yang Songlan gives her from time to time to cover these expenses.

However, hiring people should really be considered.

There are enough people in the store, but there are obviously not enough people in Zhuangzi.

I want to recruit some people to take care of it, but I am afraid that if someone with evil intentions is recruited, the seedlings in the field will be destroyed. Next year, I will not be able to provide peppers to the Zhu family on time, and I am afraid that I will suffer a loss.

After thinking about it for a while, Song Rutang thought of a group of people who could be of use temporarily.

I just don’t know if they are still in Anping County.

Thinking of this, Song Rutang decided to be prepared and ask Yang Mingli if there was anyone available the next day.

Zhuangzi made this plan for the time being. Song Rutang looked at the pepper next to the brazier in the room and did not add any more nutrient solution to it.

If it drops any more, it will be exposed.

After a peaceful night's sleep, Song Rutang got up at four or five o'clock on the second day and began to prepare the ingredients for the day.

We still have a lot of sweet potatoes at home, and we can make sweet potato starch for many days. However, the chili peppers are used less and less, so we have to be prepared.

After all, if you keep using chili noodles bought from the mall, the secret will be exposed sooner or later.

But there is no need to worry at the moment, there are naturally different opinions on various aspects, and others can't just stare at her to see how much chili she used or how much chili powder she saved.

It's just that when Sun Shunzi is accepted as an apprentice in the future, he should pay more attention to this aspect and find a suitable excuse.

Just in case, Song Rutang first spent ten points to redeem several bags of dried chili peppers from the mall, took out a few sticks, and tried to make some chili powder herself.

The method is quite simple and does not require any skills. It just takes a long time and can be left to Sun Shunzi for practice.

After making some sweet potato flour and cooling it, Song Rutang found something to put it in, and then walked all the way to Haoshi Restaurant.

Entering through the back door, he saw Sun Ping and Sun Shunzi, father and son, already waiting at the back door. Song Rutang patted his head:
"Look at my brain. I forgot to give you the key. I asked you to wait for so long in vain. Are you freezing?"

Sun Shunzi's brain twitched and he subconsciously replied:

"A little..."

As soon as he said these words, Sun Ping pulled him back.

Sun Shunzi came back to his senses and changed his words again and again:

"Ah, yes, neither cold nor cold." Sun Ping glared at his stupid son, quickly waved his hands to Song Rutang, shaking his body, and said politely:
"It's neither cold nor cold, we're very warm."

But even though he said he was not cold, Sun Ping's body was still shaking like chaff, his teeth were chattering and chattering, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Song Rutang noticed this, took the key and opened the door to the backyard, pointed to the woodshed, and said calmly:
"When you have time, go ahead and light up the stove in the woodshed, and boil a few pots of hot water while I go and clean up."

The two of them agreed in succession and went to the woodshed one after the other. Song Rutang went to the front to give the two of them enough time to warm up.

She knew that if she stayed there, the two of them would not dare to stay warm anymore.

After a brief glance from the front, Song Rutang turned to look at the account books and saw that the tables had been wiped clean and the signboards had been polished brightly.

Mr. Accountant was introduced by Yang Mingli. Although he is a bit older, maybe 60 or [-] years old, he is still very clear-headed and writes neatly.

The most important thing is that Mr. Accountant has a long history. He once worked as a housekeeper for Mr. Yang for a period of time. Because the work was too intense, he had no choice but to resign. He was willing to work as a steward in a nearby village. Even after more than ten years, his character is still reliable.

Although Song Rutang had been running the shop for a day, she had only said a few words to the old man. She had not yet fully understood the old man's temperament, so she felt a little uneasy.

I took the account book and scanned it back and forth several times, but I didn't find even a typo, let alone any miscalculation.

Song Rutang felt slightly relieved.

As he was flipping through the account book, Song Rutang thought to himself that since the old man came late anyway, he might as well sit here and wait and write down the costs.

As expected, when Song Rutang put away his pen, he saw the old gentleman slowly walking in from outside and said energetically:
"The shopkeeper is here? I see that the shopkeeper is in good spirits. Will he only sell a hundred copies today?"

"Why did you come so early? The weather is very cold. It won't be too late for you to wait until the store opens and people line up to come in."

Song Rutang walked a few steps, came up to welcome the old gentleman, and replied:

"We will make a hundred servings today, but the price has to be raised. From now on we have to sell fifteen cents a bowl."

"Okay, okay, can you leave me a bowl? I smelled it delicious yesterday."

Song Rutang smiled, nodded in agreement, and thought about bringing a bowl of hot and sour rice noodles to the old gentleman if he wanted to order more for lunch later.

After saying a few more words, Song Rutang estimated that the time was almost up and went to the woodshed.

I thought that the Sun family father and son would warm themselves up in the woodshed for a while, but they didn't want to go there until they discovered that the father and son had already burned the fire vigorously and swept everywhere. The firewood piled up as straight as if it had been measured. .

Seeing Song Rutang coming, the two of them immediately stood there, waiting for Song Rutang to inspect.

Song Rutang smiled helplessly. Seeing that the two of them were really cautious, he arranged directly:

"Just treat it as if you are at home, no need to be so polite. Uncle Sun, please go and buy some more sweet potatoes. Tomorrow I will teach Shunzi how to make sweet potato flour. Shunzi, come here, let's start with the seasoning."

The two of them took action immediately after receiving the order, and Song Rutang also started teaching Shunzi how to make chili powder.

I took some dried chili peppers, wiped them clean, put them into the pot and stir-fried them. After a while, the spicy smell filled the whole house.

Shunzi was choked and coughed, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she couldn't help but say:
"What is this? Why does it smell so bad?" (End of Chapter)