The cool breeze blows, and the weak willows hang low and dance lightly in the wind; Although it is autumn and the season of having to add clothes, this people's feeling is hot enough.

Within three days, there will be free tea to drink and hot steamed buns; Although it can only be worth one meal, in the end, it also saves a sum of food expenses for each family, and the tea leaves that are boiled are much higher grade than the coarse tea taste in the homes of people who are generally a little bit of a family; Besides, the white-flour steamed buns and white bread are also a rarity, where can ordinary people afford to eat, most of them want to eat, go to the rice shop in the town to buy some of the cheapest yellow and black coarse powder to make.

Therefore, in the past three days, although Mengfan has little input in this tea shop, the consumption of raw materials for food every day is not ordinarily fast.

There were just a few pieces of flour to the left and right, and she could only grow wheat in the space; However, Bao'er's spiritual power is also limited, and she can't use it again and again without a lower limit to turn wheat into white flour, which is a bit of a disadvantage for this baby!

Therefore, what she can buy in the rice shops in the two towns, she tries to buy it with money; Originally, there had to be a limit to this cheating, right......

Three days passed quickly.

On the fourth day, the average villager is not allowed to eat free refreshments, but the elderly in the village who are 50 years old can come and drink free tea; The popularity of this shop will not be too deserted.

About a dozen or so travelers a day will stop here in a hurry, ask for some hot tea to warm up their bodies and rest, and by the way, come a few things to fill their stomachs with food; In addition, when someone from the village is more down-to-earth, or someone who has a kind of family comes to visit, they will also come to this tea shop to cut half a catty of beef, braised pork, braised pig's head and other appetizers.

It's close to home, it tastes good, the price is fair, and the price of buying in this village is cheaper than that of people outside, and you don't have to go to the town to buy it yourself after the guests come to the door!

There are not many such businesses at the moment!

It's just that if there are one or two families in one or two neighboring villages every day in a village to buy cooked food, Mengfan believes that with the marinade recipe in his head, plus some thirteen spice seasonings that are about to be collected in the space, this taste, this fragrance, can definitely attract more guests.

Time, day by day, slipped through the fingers, most of the month, just like that, this day, it is colder!

Liang Wucheng's wife has already taken it, according to the name of the subordinate here, Mengfan called her Liang's mother, and calculated the monthly money for her according to the level of the mother-in-law in the big family, and the first set was 600 wen a month, and she was temporarily arranged to live in a small house, and Liang Wucheng lived in the back room of that room.

With a mother-in-law, the men in this small house don't have to go to the river to wash their clothes by themselves, and they are all handed over to Liang's mother to do.

Washing and drying clothes, cleaning the yard of the house, when she has free time, she carries a bamboo basket with needlework and scissors to sit at the stone table in the yard, and sews clothes for the big guys seriously.

Cooking is Lan Baoer's business, and the kitchen is occupied by him, when Liang's mother first came, she grabbed it, but she didn't win......

Or Mengfan opened his mouth, saying that the most important thing at the moment is that these people in the house are short of thick clothes, so they have to quickly sew a few sets out and put them on, otherwise they will wear so thin every day in such a cold autumn season, and it will not be good to be cold one day.

Liang's mother was worried, her son Liang Wucheng, who was so unsuccessful that she just wanted to jump into the river, quietly chatted with his mother for a while, saying that the young lady hired her, paid her, and asked her to do anything, she couldn't refute it, so she didn't insist on going into the kitchen to grab a spatula with the little bald head!

There are two meals of meat every day, and even in the morning, you can eat two meat buns.

The son followed a good master, and he grinded a lot of ruffianism, and he was busy every day either doing this or doing that, which is considered a success?

The wrinkles on Liang's mother's face that did not match her age turned into a flower in just a few days.

One day, the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and in the shop, except for a table of old people in the village sitting around and chatting, I didn't see any guests coming to the door, looking at the sun, it was almost noon, I don't know if Bao'er had made lunch, and I hadn't seen his delicate little figure come out with a tray.

If you have long-term customers, it will be even more beautiful......

Mengfan was thinking about things while cutting a piece of braised pig's head meat.

Yes, don't think about it, it's just like what Lan Bao'er said——, master, how to cultivate, you just need to think about it......

She just thought about it to see when she could have some long-term customers, so why just give her something to do?

"Yo...... This little boss is really good-looking, just like a little girl, tender and watery, hahaha, hurry up, give the master a few tables of delicious food, get meat, all have to be meat, all say that everything delicious in this tea shop has to be sold, this taste is also very good, I still don't believe it, today a few masters will come to see if it's true......"

"That's right, give me a few more jars of good wine, don't tell Lao Tzu that there is no wine to sell, the big guys say that you have everything to sell here, hahaha......, in addition to wine and meat, I want this tender doll to accompany me to drink a cup, ah, just a cup, hehe, hehe, hahaha......"

Sentence after sentence of foul language, straight into the ears of everyone present.

"Oh no, when did these little overlords come back to Qingquan Town? Ouch, oh my god, how long has it been since I was born......" Several old men of the crops hurriedly shrank up and stood up, these are all disrespectful to the old and the young, and when they meet them, they will be beaten up and beaten.

What to do? What to do?

One by one, they shrank back and did not dare to take a step forward.

"Hey, it's just you, that little girl, why don't you hurry up and serve a few snacks to your master? Do you want the master to bring you over in person? Well, you're welcome......" The two of them walked over with a sly smile.

Ready to fly!

Fortunately, not all of them only eat white food and can't get out, no, when the first beast who was full of foul language stepped forward step by step without any scruples, two old men of the crops mustered up the courage to rush forward, one of them quickly blocked in front of Meng Fan, and the other rushed up and directly blocked the man's unscrupulous advance with his thin body.

"Wang Laosan, you ...... You...... You are not allowed to make trouble in our Qingshui Village......"

Here, except for a few old men who come to eat free tea every day, it is unfortunate that only her little girl is present at this time, Ling Yaoxuan is loosening the soil on the small slope in the backyard, and Liang Wucheng is leading the group of new servants to wash sweet potatoes and pound sweet potatoes on the bank of the small river in the space, and their little master said that they want to make a 'sweet potato starch' that no one knows before.

"Bah, two old people, dare to stand in the way of your uncle, you are impatient, right? Well? Get out of the ......"

【Author's Message】

My dear, this is too lonely, this monthly pass red envelope or something, nothing is seen, even the message is wooden, the reader's message area has appeared on the two authors of the small advertisement of mutual aid recommendation, how can the big guy be more silent than my empress?