Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 45

"Brother Xiliu, this, this honey bun is what the country of Xifan is called. It is a royal banquet that only the queen of France can eat. This great priest spread it all the way to Ming Dynasty, and it can be eaten here in the whole of Shaanxi. That's the only piece of scorpion shit!"

"And this one, the Orleans Chicken Chop. That's the head of the Italian monk, the Pope. Only the Pope can eat it. What is the Pope? Just like the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the eminent monks of the same level as the senior lamas in the capital!"

The saliva spewed out all the way, Wang Haocai really used the energy of a scholar to write an article, and he said it with joy, and his face was full of peach blossoms. Under his guessing and foolish introduction, Brother Xiliu, a university student near Xi'an The scholar classmate of the landlord's son ordered a large table in a daze.

If this guy doesn't want to be a profiteer, it's really useless to take the imperial examination. Song Qingshu even suspects that this guy should be called Wang Haocai when he named it.Losing such a big face, the other three scholars are no longer embarrassed to come, this guy is good, listening to one-tenth of the commission, the face is used as a diaper, and the next day a rich man from the county school is fooled. , Song Qingshu, who had just experienced the bloody killing last night and the muddle-headed worship, really didn't prepare much materials in the morning, was really caught off guard by the local rich man who saw something, and finally managed to deal with it in embarrassment.

On the third day, Song Qingshu stayed up all night to double the amount of ingredients such as butter and flour, but this guy who got a hundred yuan sweetener yesterday brought five or six local rich men to come to his door again...

I also have to praise, it is really good to have someone in the system as a babysitter. With Wang Hao, he spared no effort to sell, and Song Qingshu, a foodie nerd, did have a good research on food before he traveled. In just one month, the fool tea restaurant It is already a little famous in Xi'an city.

There are still bakeries and dessert shops blooming everywhere in later generations, not to mention the lack of sweetness in the late Ming Dynasty. Even a while ago, even Sun Chengze, the magistrate of Xi'an Prefecture, visited Song Qingshu's small shop at the invitation of his friends. The leaders of the Municipal Party Committee came to join us. With this kind of publicity, it is impossible not to be popular. Often, the four separate private seats of Song Qingshu are full. There are officials and aristocratic families who welcome and send them here to make reservations, and having a banquet here has become a very dignified thing.

And fortunately, Song Qingshu has a big brother who is good at sworn brothers. If other shops are so popular, all kinds of ruffians and scoundrels will already be watching to fight the autumn wind, but Song Qingshu's shop is different. There are two yamen servants watching nearby. The rogue Erliuzi was arrested before he even got close. There was also a big brother in the street who didn't believe in evil and couldn't collect protection money. He brought more than a dozen younger brothers and wanted to come to smash the store, but he couldn't get there after walking a street away. I was stuck in the alley, and the alley shopping was so miserable, the neighbors were alarmed, and the blood was all over the alley. After that battle, the market in Xi'an was quite famous. No one has seen him, and it is said that Jin Yiwei was the one who did the attack that day. Who is Jin Yiwei?A vicious dog raised by the emperor!Now everyone in the neighborhood knew that the owner of the store "had a background", so no one dared to provoke him easily.

With a pair of small wings, Song Qingshu, the big Colombian snorting moth, can be regarded as setting off a small butterfly effect, making his life better.

"... Ten Queen's buns, eight cream pans, a total of 180 copper coins. Brother Wang is Xiao Ke's old friend. I will give you a discount. I don't need any change. In addition, we will give you four cups of oranges Water, welcome to come next time!"

Caiwei was in charge of clearing the table. Song Qingshu, who was holding the ledger, was wearing a custom-made suit and shirt for the manager of later generations, and sent him off politely. He had a good meal, and the two masters from the government school also waved the cream on the corners of their mouths and said goodbye Seeing the two shiny ingots of Tianjin-produced treasure silver falling on the table, Wang Haocai has lost any trace of a scholar, his eyeballs are so hot that he can't wait to stare out, Song Qingshu has no choice but to trick him again wink.

Don't tell me you bastard!Silver is indispensable to you!

It can be regarded as sending off the last wave, Song Qingshu holding the silver, the scarred face sweeping the floor, and Caiwei who was acting as a waiter, all three of them simply collapsed on the ground regardless of their image.

This month, I have earned a lot of money, but this service industry is too tiring!

At about six o'clock in the evening, the shop was closed, and the lamps were lit in the small room in the backyard, and the three of them calculated the accounts one by one.

Although Scarface is an old Jianghu, but Douda can't read a basket of characters, so he also divides the silver and strings copper coins. Caiwei is Xiong Tingbi's youngest daughter. The girl has received the standard education of the children of scholar-bureaucrats in this era since she was a child. , she is in charge of counting, while Song Qingshu writes down each stroke in the ledger.

Although Zhang Xianzhong is definitely not interested in the account book, now Qu Botao is trying his best to fit in with Song Qingshu, the core of the small group, and he certainly doesn't care too much, but the brothers still have to settle the accounts clearly, and now remember clearly, so as to save trouble in the future and cause trouble for everyone unhappy.

"A total of five tables came yesterday, earning seven taels of silver, 150 copper coins, one tael of silver for milk, three kuai of flour, and one hundred coins of eggs... Today, there are eight tables in total, with a profit of 11 taels. After deduction of expenses, the total is 63 taels of silver and thirty strings of copper coins!"

Looking at the pile of money and belongings in front of him, even the well-informed Xia Xueyi with a scarred face couldn't help but be speechless. No wonder Song Qingshu was willing to give up hundreds of taels of money, and he had to deal with the relationship with Zhang Xianzhong and other local snakes. After opening this small store, it is really a chicken that lays golden eggs. The one-month profit is almost more than half of the initial investment. Song Qingshu can become a small landlord who buys a house and land.

However, Song Qingshu, who made a small profit, was not very happy. Instead, he stretched his waist, rubbed his dark circles and yawned. He didn't want to do the two night shifts anymore. He still used the computer to type. Tonight, he copied for two full hours, and his hands were already numb from tiredness.

And although I made money this month, it’s really not a human life. As far as the preparation materials are concerned, the whipped cream of later generations can be used directly by Michelin with a blender. There was no ready-made whipped cream at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Song Qingshu could The cream is made thanks to the European hand mixer brought by the foreign monk. This thing pours a bucket of milk into it and shakes it overnight to produce a small half bucket of cream and butter. Every time the cream is finished, the scarred face Get tired and get down.

There is also flour for baking bread, cakes and other desserts. The later Song Qingshu bought a pack directly from a certain BMW uncle, enough for him to use for half a year, but how can there be special cake flour here?But Song Qingshu took great pains to pick in the market, and finally bought softer wheat, which had to be ground very finely, trying to be similar to the flour of later generations. Others were worried about grinding it, so he had to grind it again when he came back.

It is even more difficult to control the heat, and now there is no microwave oven. Fortunately, Song Qingshu roasted sweet potatoes for a few months before dry roasting.

Fortunately, the other shareholder, Qu Botao, is mainly engaged in carriage and transportation, and the foreign monk is in Macau, and he has a few acquaintances in Guangdong and Guangxi, a box of cane sugar from Southeast Asia, and Xie Liuyan, a businessman from Huizhou who came to dinner that day The timely supply of the two important materials obtained from Huangshan honey saved a lot of time and money, otherwise, Song Qingshu would have to be exhausted.

"Brother, why don't we hire two more people!" Miss Caiwei was born, and she has never suffered such hardships since she grew up. Seeing that Song Qingshu was tired, she also had a tense nose and a small face, acting coquettishly. Begging, but rare, Scarface didn't agree with her words.

"Caiwei, teach the disciples to starve the master to death, recruit two people at random, and steal their skills, how will we gain a foothold in the future?"

But looking at Caiwei's depressed little face, the scarred face couldn't bear it, turned around and pushed Song Qingshu's shoulder and said: "It's really impossible, I can call the Xing family's class to help, the Xing family's girl is wild, but at any rate It’s your main room, and the proprietress can save a lot of energy by sitting in the hall. Fortunately, there is that dwarf, and it is enough for him to grind the dough and shake the cream. You don’t have to worry about exposing your craftsmanship.”

Song Qingshu was taken aback by Scarface's words. It's not that what he said was unreasonable, but that he asked the Xing family class for help. Song Qingshu felt a little conflicted.

From inexplicably coming to this world until now, he has been living in the shadow of the Xing family class. Although they took him in, it is a great favor not to let him starve to death at the beginning of time travel!Not to mention that Hongniang Xing is still his daughter-in-law in name, but everyone in the Xing family's class is yelling at him. The feeling of being restrained and inferior, and Hongniang Xing's always looking down on him, are also very annoying. Song Qingshu felt uncomfortable.

So even though he was almost exhausted this month, Song Qingshu didn't go back to ask for help at all. He even went back to the small courtyard of Xing's class four or five times. .

Without answering Scarface's proposal, Song Qingshu simply changed the topic, tapped the account book and asked in doubt: "Why has the cost of milk increased recently?"

Speaking of this, Caiwei actually forgot about hiring people, and muttered angrily on her cheeks: "Don't mention it, Brother Song, I'm going to be mad at me recently! I originally agreed with that time for three hundred pennies a piece." Bucket of milk, it can be seen that we have made money, that time the profiteer immediately increased it to [-] Wen, and yesterday it was added to [-] Wen, this dead profiteer who just saw the money!"

Listening to Caiwei's angry yelling, Song Qingshu also had a headache. Hell kings from all walks of life have fought, and unknowingly let the supplier kill him several times. This is not the way to go!

After thinking for a while, Song Qingshu suddenly grabbed the money jar next to him cruelly and said: "Well, Caiwei, let's take a day off tomorrow to buy a cow, and stroll around the market by the way, rest and relax. You bought some new clothes, okay?"

After all, it is a young man's heart. When he heard that he had new clothes, went out to play, and didn't have to be exploited by that dead profiteer, Caiwei's lovely face immediately overflowed with a rich smile, and hugged Song Qingshu's sweetly. Neck cried.

"Brother is so nice!"

(End of this chapter)