She is not very familiar with the ancient silver, and she can't tell him directly what percent, and it is estimated that he can't understand it.

After thinking about it, he could only compare with him with his hands and the real thing, "For example, if you sell a dish and the price is 100 yuan, you have to give me a commission of 100 yuan, which is roughly how it is calculated!" ”

One article out of a hundred articles does not seem to be much, but there are many articles in it. According to the price of Fushoulou, it is a fat intestine hot pot, and it costs five or six hundred yuan, or even one thousand yuan, and the price is about the same for other meats.

If business is good, how much money can they sell per day? And how much will this commission be? This deal is a great deal!

Tang Mo is not the kind of idle rich second generation, he has been running Fushou Lou for a long time, although there is only a short time every year, he can manage the affairs in the building, and for him, managing the affairs in the building is just a seasoning for his boring life, dispensable, but he is shrewd, it is also the crackling sound of the abacus beads.

"This ......" He seemed to be embarrassed, weighed it for a while, and then tried to say: "Otherwise, let's still follow the method of selling fat intestine hot pot, you come up with a recipe, I will buy one, as long as the dish is new enough and the taste is good enough, I guarantee that the price will not be less than fifty taels, what do you think?" ”

Mu Xiang smiled, walked over and took back the teacup in his hand, and opened his mouth to send off the guest, "I'm sorry, I still have a lot of farm work to do, so I won't leave you to eat at noon, Young Master Tang will do it himself!" She turned around and called Mu Lang, "Little brother, let's go to the field to help your second sister work together." ”

"Oh, I'm here," Mu Lang obediently hugged Heibao and ran to her.

Tang Mo touched his nose in a daze, people were going to drive him out. He originally boasted that he would talk about business, but in front of Mu Xiang, it seemed that he was a little bit worse, this girl obviously ate him, so she dared to bombard him out.

"Wood girl, let's talk again!"

Tang Mo wanted to stop her, but Mu Xiang had already pulled Mu Lang and went outside, so he had no choice but to chase after her. Mu Xiang waited for him to come out and then closed the door, anyway, they were not far away, and when they raised their eyes, they could see their own door, and the door was not locked.

Mu Caiyun was already putting the finishing touches on it, and Mu Xiang came over, holding a shovel, ready to level the gullies between the vegetable ridges so that when it rained, there would be no water accumulation.

Tang Mo followed behind the three of them, but he didn't come to him, he just stood aside and watched, and saw that Mu Xiang didn't pay attention to him at all, so he had to ask again. Caiyun didn't know what the eldest sister talked to that person, but looking at him, a young master of everyone, standing at the head of their house, such a scene looked weird.

"Sister, what does he want to tell you?" Caiyun asked curiously.

Mu Xiang wore a straw hat on her head, covering most of her face, "It's nothing, let's work quickly, maybe it will rain later!" ”

Listening to the eldest sister, Caiyun didn't bother to care about others, and helped Mu Xiang clean up the fields together. Although Mu Lang was a little sluggish, he still knew how to work, he put Heibao on the field stalk, and also ran over to help the eldest sister and second sister, carrying hay, and by the way, picking up some branches from outside the bamboo forest. Heibao saw that the little master was gone, probably reluctantly, so he also twisted his little buttocks, wagged his little tail, and followed.

For the first time in Tang Mo's life, he was ignored by three siblings and a black-haired puppy. It's not embarrassing, it's a little embarrassing, but there is a trace of peace in his heart that he has never felt before.

In the past, there were many people and things that were precipitous, false and wronged, and those people and things that were contrary to the yang and the yin seemed to be slowly moving away.

A gust of wind blows, driving the rustle of bamboo leaves, and the mountains in the distance overlap, misty, half-hidden and half-visible, as if real and illusory.

Tang Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, lifted his robe, and sat on the grass, looking at Mu Xiang's figure bending over and hoeing the ground, and said with a smile: "Miss Mu, if you ignore me, then I'll wait here, oops, although the weather is bad, the scenery is good!" ”

When Mu Xiang heard this, he turned around and saw that he was sitting on the ground, and the precious silk clothes on his body were mixed with weeds at will.

Tang Mo grinned when he saw her coming.

Mu Xiang muttered something, didn't say anything more, and turned around to work again. There was not much work left, because I was worried about heavy rain, so the hay cover on the rapeseed was thicker.

Mu Lang picked up the firewood, rubbed a grass rope by himself, put the firewood on his back, took another step, felt something dripping, he reached out and wiped his face, and shouted at Mu Xiang: "Sister, it's raining!" ”

The thundershowers at the end of summer are also coming, and just now they only touched a drop of rain, and then the rain became heavier.

Caiyun was busy collecting things and complained, "Oh, really, I can't wait a little longer, we're almost done." ”

"Don't mumble, it's important to pack up your things and go home quickly," Mu Xiang told Caiyun that he had missed something, and at the same time took a shovel, thinking about helping Mu Lang carry firewood. It was raining and the muddy road was slippery, and she was afraid that Mu Lang's body would not move.

But when he walked up to Mu Lang, a hand stepped in horizontally and took away the bundle of firewood behind Mu Lang.

Tang Mo carried firewood and ran briskly towards Mu Xiang's house.

"Sister......" Mu Lang was a little ignorant.

Mu Xiang took his hand, "Let's go, let's go home!" ”

It's not raining, but it's not light. If it rains densely, it will soon wet the road.

Mu Xiang was afraid that his younger siblings would freeze, so as soon as he got home, he hurriedly rushed into the back room, took a dry cotton cloth, and wiped the rain off their bodies. After wiping Mu Lang, when it was Caiyun's turn, Caiyun took the cotton cloth and said, "Sister, I'll just come by myself." ”

She turned her eyes to look under the eaves of the porch, and hesitated: "Sister, what should he do, you see that he is also wet, or ...... Let's call him in! ”

According to the common concept, at this time, there is a young man standing under the eaves of their house, and if it spreads, it will definitely attract right and wrong.

But the three Muxiang sisters and brothers are different. Caiyun is still young, and their mother went early, and those things that should be paid attention to by the daughter's family are known, but because no one has heard about the face, they don't care too much. Not to mention Mu Lang, he didn't understand at all, dried his hair, and ran to Tang Mo's side, squatting there and stretching out his hand to catch the rain to play.

As for the wood fragrance, it doesn't feel that way. Just now, Tang Mo helped Mu Lang carry things, just by virtue of this, she couldn't let the family stand under the eaves of the porch, she turned to Caiyun and said, "You go make a cup of tea and serve it to him, uh, tell him, if he doesn't dislike it, just stay for lunch!" ”

When she said this, she had already thought that Tang Mo would definitely not stay to eat. He is a young master of Fushoulou, how can he be used to eating the coarse rice of their farmhouse. In this way, it is just a polite gesture, and when you come again, you are also urging him to go.

Caiyun answered, took the chrysanthemum out of the back room, and washed the teacup again. I learned from the eldest sister, the first time the tea should be poured out, called tea washing, no matter whether the tea juice is lost or not, it is always cleaner-

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Girls: Blessed are the mud, from today onwards, there will be two shifts a day, one shift at 7 a.m., and one shift at one o'clock in the afternoon, remember to see it! It's been added.,Shouldn't the mud have something to say! Look at how diligent the light smoke is!