Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 32 The Fool's Business Plan

"Come with my brother!"

After finishing the meal, Qu Botao tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeves in an airy manner, turned around and left the door.

Just at the corner of the street where Qu's carriages and horses run, a small shop facing the street with bright and clean windows caught Song Qingshu's eyes. The simple tables and stools inside have been neatly arranged. These things are worthless in later generations, but Song Qingshu, who has lived in Daming for half a year, knows that a set of kitchen utensils is worth more than a whole shop.

"Brother, what is this?"

"Hehe, your Xing family's class was on this trip earlier, and the distribution shop is already well-known. My brother knows that you will set up a shop sooner or later, so I just prepared it for you in advance."

Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised eyes, Qu Botao proudly patted his strong chest and said, "You don't have to delay, brother. In terms of business, brother, I just use this shop to invest in you. Brother is optimistic about you." How about taking [-]% of the shares for your craftsmanship, and you will run this breakfast shop in the future and take [-]% of the shares?"

Qu Botao had a foresight, and now the Xing family's class is the only one in this car and horse street, and they have set up a shop in advance.Don't look at him taking up [-]% of the shares after leaving the shop and all the necessary things. It seems that he is at a disadvantage, but in fact this old Xier is really shrewd!The investment in the store is just a one-shot deal, but the profit in the future will be like a cloud of fine water, talking endlessly. It won't take long for the capital invested to be returned, and the longer the time, the greater the return.

But everything is difficult because of the start-up capital. How many good ideas are based on this capital. Didn’t Uncle Ma of a certain treasure run into walls for investment funds?If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's idea that this was not the case, he would have agreed without hesitation.

"Brother Qu, this, brother, I can't accept it!"

"No, no, I have to!" Looking at Song Qingshu's delay, thinking that he would not save face, Qu Botao simply grabbed his hand and said angrily: "If you don't want it, you will look down on me, Old Xi! Brother, there is nothing to do!"

Song Qingshu almost didn't cry, seeing Qu Botao's resolute expression, he spread his hands aggrievedly: "Brother, I didn't mean that!"

"Then you agreed? Well, as expected of Brother Song, don't worry! Brother, let someone bring the land deed!"

Qu Botao's tense round face immediately showed a smile, and he hurriedly turned his head back to look for the contract, making Song Qingshu completely helpless, dragging Qu Botao's sleeve, and said hysterically: "Brother Qu!" , listen to me, okay!"

However, this enthusiastic local rich man stopped, looked at him in astonishment, but opened his mouth, and Song Qingshu didn't know what to say for a while, so he pulled his sleeve helplessly and said: "Brother, if you If you’re free, go sit down with my brother, I have something to show you!"

Song Qingshu felt a bit mysterious in Qu Botao's heart, seeing him being so serious, his curiosity was aroused, anyway, the world is quite chaotic recently, Qu Botao simply left his business and went out with Song Qingshu.

When I got home, there was no one there. Next to the small courtyard bought by Mr. Xing was a mass grave in the Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao left it when he entered Chang'an. It occupies a corner of the city. People usually dislike the gloomyness of this place, so here A lot of houses were deserted, and a lot of open space was vacated.

It seems that old man Xing really does what he says, and really mobilized the whole family to plant wasteland, but this is also good, the provincial Han Juaner treats her kitchen utensils and peppers as treasures, and won't let her move , Arranged Qu Botao, the patron, to drink tea in the yard. Under his astonished eyes, Song Qingshu actually entered the kitchen singing a ditty and wearing an apron.

After a while, a strong aroma billowed out from the kitchen.

Other people time travel are either a master who can make explosives, or a macho man with bursting muscles after reincarnation. Unfortunately, Song Qingshu, a liberal arts man, can't take advantage of both. If he wants to live a better life, he can only use the skills he is best at in his previous life.

Before time travel, Song Qingshu was a foodie out-and-out, and a poor one at that. He used to go to restaurants with his classmates at school, but when he returned home, he became an old man, so he was naturally embarrassed to ask the old man for money. He had to find out what to eat on the computer and make it himself. Over time, Song Qingshu's cooking skills were not bad, and even his wife planned to sign him up to New Oriental and send him out to be a chef!
But in his previous life, Song Qingshu disliked the chef for being too dirty and tired, and in this life he was forced to come back. About half an hour later, when Qu Botao was drooling, Song Qingshu finally came out with a big basin and a small bowl.

When the first big crock was uncovered, Qu Botao couldn't help being stunned. The half crock was a duck head that had been cut in half and soaked in red oil soup. Can this stuff be eaten?

It's not that people in the Ming Dynasty don't eat offal like chicken, duck, pig's head, and pig intestines, but the richer they are, the finer the meat they eat. Generally, offal and the like are eaten by low-class people. Although Qu Botao can pick it well, but He was also a person who had eaten the noodles, and he couldn't help but be dazed while watching it.

Song Qingshu gestured nonchalantly: "Eat and see!"

The smell was tangy, and at noon, he took two mouthfuls of peanuts soaked in vinegar. Qu Botao was indeed hungry. He picked up a piece of duck head with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing two mouthfuls, this guy's tears came out, and he kept covering his mouth. Shouting with a Shanxi accent: "Brother, water! Water!"

After serving him some sweet potato porridge, Qu Botao managed to get rid of the spicy food, but couldn't resist putting his chopsticks into the pot, took off a duck head and ate it.

Why can spicy be popular all over the country in later generations?Spicy is actually not a taste at all. Capsaicin can stimulate the mouth and cause a burning sensation. However, chili peppers can also stimulate the brain to release endophenolphthalein, which is an important substance that leads to happiness. Therefore, when eating spicy food, it can give people a sense of Qu Botao obviously belongs to this type of spicy food, and he made half a pot of dried duck head in one go.

Then there is the famous Sichuan food, chicken feet with pickled peppers, and mapo tofu. The dessert after the meal is a bit nondescript. It came out, and it was made by Qu Botao in less than 2 minutes. I haven't caught one yet, and the veins on Song Qingshu's forehead are popping out. If it wasn't for the fact that he is a financial backer, Song Qingshu would have wanted to beat someone up. up.

But after eating and rubbing his belly, Qu Botao said sincerely: "No wonder you look down on a small breakfast shop, with your skills, you can be a chef in the palace!"

"Brother is too flattering to younger brother!" He waved his hand modestly, Song Qingshu hurriedly looked at Qu Botao excitedly and asked: "Brother, what do you think? I'm afraid there is no one in Xi'an who knows how to cook this kind of food. How about we two brothers doing this business together?"

The sentence that touched Song Qingshu the most these days was the one that Hongniang Xing inadvertently said on the day of the Chinese New Year.

Depending on you, you will never be able to afford that Fengguanxiapei for the rest of your life!
How could Song Qingshu, an imposing man, be looked down upon by a woman!

And not only the dignity of a man in front of a woman, but also the real problem of survival. Song Qingshu can remember that during the vigorous peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty, Xi'an was besieged several times in a row. The city was not broken, but the first to die was They are low-end people like them now, and no one will care about their lives during the war. After dozens of days of besieging the city, they starved to death!
So no matter what, Song Qingshu must find a way to live better, at least before the disaster strikes, he has the qualification to live!

The distribution of social wealth in Ming Dynasty is the most uneven. The landlord and scholar-bureaucrat class, which only accounted for [-]% of the population, occupied [-]% or even [-]% of the land. Earning a few copper coins from those small people will never make a fortune. Song Qingshu’s The goal is to earn money from these landlords.

But when it was mentioned here, Qu Botao frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and sighed: "It is difficult to open a restaurant in Xi'an City! It is impossible to do it without some official background. The water here is too much." deep."

But after hesitating for a moment, Qu Botao didn't veto it outright. Instead, he looked at Song Qingshu with a strange look in his eyes, and asked, "Brother Song, what's your idea?"

Song Qingshu didn't know that the water for opening a restaurant was too deep. It was obvious when Shi Tianfu and Zhao Yuanwai sang against each other, so he also thought about it in advance, and he didn't feel stage fright.

"The main profit-making project of the restaurant is to welcome and send to the government's aristocratic families to buy banquets, so the younger brother does not want to grab this hot money. What the younger brother wants is to run a similar smaller teahouse for the literati. We provide a place for leisure and reciting poetry.”

“It’s called a themed restaurant!”

"Theme restaurant!" Qu Botao's eyes froze when he heard this new term.

…………

He didn't agree on the spot. After all, if Song Qingshu's plan was to be implemented, it wouldn't be possible for a small breakfast shop to settle it with a few taels of silver. It might cost dozens of taels or hundreds of taels. Relying on the accumulation of one or two generations of hard work in business, he has to measure every investment.

But Song Qingshu is not worried, now that the world is in chaos, the car dealership and the tea business are not easy to do, Song Qingshu can clearly see that he is tempted!

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and Song Qingshu has to plan where to open a store, not to mention that there are so many high-yielding crops in America as golden fingers, Qu Botao will not invest in him, at worst, he will work for another two years and open a store by himself. Now Song Qingshu treats him But full of confidence.

Holding the pen that Caiwei cherished, I wanted to write a little bit to list the necessities for opening the store. As soon as I was busy, Song Qingshu also went to work without knowing it. In the evening, there was finally a conversation outside the door. It was Old Man Xing and the others who came back from work. .

As soon as he entered the door, the little radish simply slumped on the ground, Han Juaner looked at the messy kitchen utensils, and immediately covered her mouth like the end of the world and screamed: "My chili, my kitchen! "

"Where did you go in the afternoon to idle around, not to work!" Xing Hongniang also jumped up like a thunder, rushed to Song Qingshu and yelled, but Song Qingshu suddenly looked straight at her, his eyes were so dumbfounded Looking at her blankly, female men are also women, finally unable to resist his staring eyes, Xing Hongniang's cheeks were flushed, and she lowered her head.

"You, what are you looking at?"

"What kind of flower do you have on your head?"

There was a crisp bang, a big bump on his head, and Song Qingshu was tragically beaten and lying on the ground holding the strange flower in Hongniang Xing's hair.

"Did I say something wrong?"

(End of this chapter)