After getting up early in the morning, Song Yong's first action after waking up was to remove a little gauze on his chest and carefully examine the wound he suffered last night.

After a night, the wounds on the chest have not yet healed completely.

However, Song Yong was able to find that on the wound, not only did there be no signs of inflammation and suppuration, but also somewhat improved, and he let go of all his worries.

He endured the indescribable pain, and took a cotton swab to reapply a little anti-inflammatory iodophor to the wound.

Suddenly, the wound was stimulated by iodine, and the sweat on his head flowed out of the pain, and after finally disinfecting all the wounds on his body once, he smoked two cigarettes before he recovered.

Later, he sprinkled the wound with a little white medicine and replaced it with new gauze.

Finally, after taking a little bit of penicillin, the cheapest anti-inflammatory drug, orally, these wounds on the body are even like this.

After changing into a clean T-shirt, Song Yong locked the door and went out.

After he went out, the first thing he did was to go to the Amestoor store, take some of the ingredients out of the freezer, and marinate them in advance.

The specific number of pickled ingredients is one-third of the total amount of ingredients in this batch.

He made up his mind in his mind that the ingredients he brought back this time would be sold in three days, and in the middle of the night when the last batch of ingredients was sold, he would immediately set off for the Primordial Age Plane.

According to the speed of time in both planes, as long as he can hurry up and come back.

The kebab stall continued to open the next night, and it was not affected at all.

Moreover, even if it is only one-third of the amount of this batch of ingredients, it is more than when he first came out of the stall, and he can process twice as many mutton skewers.

Song Yong estimated that he could sell it now!

After stirring the ingredients with various seasonings vigorously, Song Yong threw them into the freezer and let them undergo a slow marinating process.

Only now did Song Yong have the heart to eat breakfast.

For breakfast, Song Yong ate a portion of rice rolls and a fritter.

He didn't spend much, only a few dollars, but he had enough to eat, and at the same time, he had enough physical strength for his next plans.

Now he has only four sets of simple tables and chairs in his small stall.

Even if it is added, the two sets of tables and chairs provided by Sister Amei for free have proved to be completely insufficient when they are open at night.

So Song Yong's plan is to go to the second-hand market to buy four more sets and come back.

Of course, it is estimated that after adding these four sets, it will not be enough to use at that time.

The problem is that the entrance of the Amestole store is limited, and after placing such ten sets of tables and chairs, it is already the maximum limit, and if you want to put more tables, you have to put them in front of other people's stores.

Song Yong didn't think that with his own face, he could make others agree to this matter.

Because there is no shared bicycle, and more importantly, Song Yong is really unwilling now, so he pays a deposit to ride a new shared bicycle.

By the time he arrived at the talent market, it was already more than an hour later.

In this city of goods in the deep city, as long as you have enough money in your pocket, then you can easily buy everything legal.

Therefore, after Song Yong walked around the second-hand market, he quickly bought four cheap and good simple tables and chairs.

Then he found a car and pulled these things back to the Amesto store, and like last time, such a small thing as unloading was done by Song Yong, who was reluctant to spend more money.

In the midst of his hard work, he didn't even notice that he was still a wounded man in a sense.

Of course, even if he notices it, he won't care too much, as long as he doesn't die, then work hard, this is Song Yong's truest idea at present......

After putting all the newly bought tables and chairs together with the last one, Song Yong, who was busy like a little bee, set off again.

This time, he is targeting the wholesale market.

When it was really time to take charge of his own family or start a business, he realized that everything was not so easy.

It is he who can only be described as a simple and pocket-sized mutton skewer stall on scale, in which the purchase of various small things is also complicated.

Disposable degradable lunch boxes, chopsticks, gloves for eating lamb chops, paper towels to wipe your mouth after hairing, toothpicks for flossing, bags for packing, garbage bags and brooms for cleaning~.

There are also many more condiments that are used to marinate ingredients.

If you want to buy it all at once, it's really a pretty cumbersome thing.

Busy back and forth, after half past twelve at noon, Song Yong, who came back with a bunch of bags, could be regarded as having bought all the things in the plan.

In the temperature of more than 30 degrees, after tossing for a long time, even Song Yong himself didn't know that the T-shirt on his body was wet with sweat several times and then dried naturally.

It's a little busy, but in the whole process, this thing is full of energy, and even has a smile on his face.

Because I don't know when he started to love this feeling of hard work.

It's hard, but it's hard, but it makes him feel more steadfast than ever, which is the most important thing in his opinion.

At a nearby Lanzhou ramen restaurant, Song Yong ate a beef ramen for lunch.

I don't know if it's the beef in it, it's really cut a little too thin, this kind of thin beef that can be blown away by the wind, he really didn't eat the slightest taste of beef.

In addition, the bone broth in the ramen is compared to the meat and bone and wild vegetable soup stewed in the stone pot of the Gray Rabbit tribe.

The difference between the two in terms of taste and aroma is also a bit striking.

For a while, Song Yong couldn't help but think in his heart: "If you can get some bison and beef bones from the primitive era plane, and sell ramen yourself, the business will also be very good, right?"

As soon as this idea came to mind, Song Yong felt very funny.

After all, follow the routine of these noodle restaurants.

It seems that a few beef bones can be cooked into several large pots of soup, not to mention beef, a piece of 20 catties of beef, God knows how long it can be sold.

Selling at the end of the year, it's naturally, but if you want to sell it for half a month, there's no pressure at all.

Of course, he soon realized the idea, and he really just thought about it.

In the primitive plane, all creatures are basically one or two sizes larger than the modern plane, and God knows how large the bison is.

If you want to hunt bison, just imagine that it might be like an elephant's reminder.

Song Yong, the gray rabbit tribe, the newly baked gray rabbit, knew that this was too difficult for those rabbit catchers.

Even the weapons they hunted were now sharp steel spears.

Counting this bit of good news, it seems that there is no possibility of success......

After lunch, Song Yong sat outside the shop, holding a bamboo skewer and wearing the chopped and marinated meat.

On the other hand, he silently waited for the arrival of the stick and Brother Jiang.

Regarding the possibility of their arrival, Song Yong estimated that he would definitely appear on time if he touched the promised stick, but he was not sure whether Brother Jiang would come in the end.

In fact, it's still early, even if he wears meat alone, he can finish it when he comes out of the stall.

But Song Yong still hopes to see the appearance of those two people, as long as they are willing to appear, this kind of help has this time, then there can be a second time, and more times.

Perhaps, after these two guys got used to the work, they had the possibility of going ashore.

It's just that gradually the time quickly reached more than two o'clock, and Song Yong, who had never seen anyone coming, was inexplicably a little impetuous.

At this moment, two familiar figures appeared in front of him at the same time, and the difference was that the shoulder-length messy hair on the stick was obviously washed and tied up.

And Brother Jiang's shiny leather pants were gone, replaced by a pair of big pants.

At first glance, the big trousers were bought at a stall, and the price did not exceed ten yuan, but no matter what, they looked much more pleasing to the eye and clean.