Wei Furong took out the money very painfully, and he also accepted his fate, who has a way to put such a son on the stall? If you don't give money, you will beat people, and then let Lao Tzu lose money.

In the next few days, Wei Hao went to Dongcheng to set up a shop, selected some housekeepers from the house to clean, and then invited some carpenters to decorate it, and also invited carpenters to come to the house, bought a lot of wood back, and asked them to make seats.

Then Wei Hao wanted his father to buy iron, at this time the iron was an official camp, it was difficult to buy, and most of the iron was used to make weapons.

"Buy iron, 100 pounds, what do you want?" Wei Furong looked at his son vigilantly and asked.

"Crafting things?" Wei Hao looked at Wei Furong puzzled and asked, not knowing why he looked at himself so vigilantly.

"Do you want to make weapons, to be honest?" Wei Furong stared at Wei Hao and continued to question.

"What are you doing with weapons? Isn't there going to be a war again? Besides, it's not my turn to fight, right? Wei Hao looked at this old man very puzzled, why didn't he believe himself so much?

"No, you have to make it clear what you want to make, if you make weapons and kill people when the time comes, won't it be over? Son, we still have some money, so we won't rob it, you know? No matter how bad it is, there are still hundreds of acres of fertile land at home. Wei Furong looked at Wei Hao earnestly and persuaded him, although this son is a loser, but he is also the only seedling of Wei Furong!

"You just say you don't want to buy it, if I can buy it, I'll go myself. Besides, I haven't been in a fight these days. I did what I said. Wei Hao didn't want to answer Wei Furong's question, Wei Hao wanted to make a pot, but this kind of wok Datang didn't have it, if he told Wei Furong, he didn't know how many times he had to explain, so he simply didn't bother to explain.

"Hey, come and get it in the evening!" Wei Furong was very helpless, thinking that the money had already been given, so he would buy iron.

But what Wei Hao said just now also makes sense, in the past few days, no one has really come to the door to say that his son has fought, with such an effect, Wei Furong feels very content, at least there is no need to worry about it.

In the evening, the pig iron came back, and Wei Hao asked the blacksmith to make some pots for himself, as well as some utensils for making hot pots, which were all used to make all kinds of pots anyway, and at the same time, Wei Hao was making things in his study.

About half a month later, the restaurant was decorated, the tables and chairs were moved, the pots were also made, and some of the prepared ingredients were also made by Wei Hao, and the cook was left.

This cook is not easy to get, and people outside dare not look for it, because there are still some things that need to be kept secret, so they can only use the cooks at home, and those cooks can't stir-fry, and they have to be taught by Wei Hao.

"Who cooked today, why is it so unpalatable?" Wei Furong sat in the living room to eat, feeling that today's food was simply hard to swallow.

"Master, the cooks in the family have been called by the son these days, and the rest are not very good at cooking, so the little ones will go to Zhuangzi to find a few more suitable cooks in the past two days." Steward Liu, the housekeeper in the house, immediately came over and said to Wei Furong.

"That stinky boy called all the cooks in the house? Is there something wrong with him, isn't there a cook hired outside? Wei Furong put down his chopsticks and said very unhappily.

"This, Childe does things, we can't understand it, but Master, Childe really didn't fight during this time." Steward Liu immediately persuaded Wei Furong to speak.

"That's my lord, I spent 600 yuan to buy a month's clean." Wei Furong said helplessly.

Steward Liu heard it and chuckled, and Wei Furong looked at the butler dissatisfied.

"Master, at least, in the past half a month, Childe has indeed not caused trouble, right? It's not bad, I see that Childe is also dedicated to doing things, during this time, he only came back before curfew every day, and went out before dawn, Childe is still good! Steward Liu said to Wei Furong with a smile.

"I don't go home every day, for more than half a month, I can't find anyone from him except for asking my master to do things." Wei Furong said very dissatisfied, then stood up and said, "Don't eat, go out to eat, how to swallow these meals." ”

As he spoke, he walked outside with his hands behind his back, and the butler followed.

In the restaurant, Wei Hao taught them to stir-fry the dishes, told them to stew soup, etc., these days, he made three dishes a day, so that they could learn, I don't know how many materials were wasted, but the dishes tasted very good.

In addition, Wei Hao also made a roasting fireplace in the back kitchen, which was dedicated to roast duck and pigeons, and he specially found three people to do it.

"Childe, try this dish, Gong Bang Chicken!" After the kitchen stir-fried the vegetables, he brought them over to Wei Hao to taste, and Wei Hao took the chopsticks and only picked them up to taste.

"Well, it's not bad, it's seven or eight minutes hot, and I have to continue to work hard." Wei Hao nodded and said to the chef.

"Thank you, childe, keep up the good work." The chef was happy when he heard Wei Hao's words, now each of them has to master the dishes taught by Wei Hao, this is a skill, and they are all very careful to learn.

This is five days in a blink of an eye, and those chefs have almost mastered it, Wei Hao thought that it was time to open, so he decided to open in two days.

"Childe, this is about to open, do you want to invite some people to come over and have a good time?" Steward Wang, who was following Wei Hao, looked at Wei Hao and asked.

"Who, please?" Wei Hao looked at Steward Wang in puzzlement, and when he came to Datang, Wei Hao didn't know a few people at all.

"This, how does the little one know about this kind of thing, you have to ask the master." Steward Wang was stunned for a moment, and then reminded Wei Hao.

"You can pull it down, look for my dad, my dad thought I would embarrass him, don't invite, just open like this, what we do is word of mouth, to keep every guest who comes in, tomorrow, get a few flower baskets at the door, paste red paper at the door, write that it is open, it's okay, no matter what else, take your time, anyway, the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, we are on this lively street, not afraid that no one will come in to eat." Wei Hao waved his hand and said to Steward Wang.

Steward Wang heard it, thought for a while, and nodded, anyway, it is Wei Hao who is in charge, if it is not successful, it is also Wei Hao's business, and it has nothing to do with him.

There is also a restaurant opposite Wei Hao Restaurant, which is very large, covering an area of about three times that of Wei Hao Restaurant.

"Juxian Building? It's been renovated for so long, and there is no movement. The shopkeeper of the restaurant stood at the door, looked at the Juxian Building with the door closed, that is, the restaurant opened by Wei Hao, and said with a sneer.

"The shopkeeper, I heard that it was opened by a person named Hanzi over there in Xicheng, he was in Xicheng before, but he fought every day, his father's name was Wei Furong, he was a partial branch of the Wei family, and he had a few dollars in his hand, but he didn't expect it to be handed over to such a Han son to lose." A small guy next to him smiled and said to the chief shopkeeper.

"Hmph, what's wrong with the Wei family? The Wei family can still compare with our royal family, our restaurant, but the royal one, you said that the person opposite is the second son? The shopkeeper snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"Yes, Erhanzi, he fought outside every day before, his father Wei Furong didn't know how much money he lost, and he didn't know what was wrong this time, and he dared to take money to open a restaurant for this fool, and Xicheng discussed this matter, and they were all waiting to see the joke." The little guy continued to smile and say to the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he smiled disdainfully again, turned around and went in, and the little guy hurriedly followed.

"Let them be diligent, in a few days, the royal side may have to send someone to check it, and in addition, inform the bookkeeper and ask him to prepare those accounts." The shopkeeper glanced at the little guy next to him and said.

When the little guy heard it, he immediately smiled and nodded and went to command, and two days later, Juxian Building opened.

"What about firecrackers, are there no firecrackers?" Wei Hao stood at the door and asked the people who were following him.

"Childe, firecrackers?" The subordinate looked at Wei Hao very puzzled.

"After I lit it, it crackled and crackled, how festive, for such a big thing as the opening, I didn't prepare firecrackers?" Wei Hao shouted at the subordinate very angrily.

"Childe, no, I haven't heard of this thing." Steward Wang stood behind Wei Hao and looked at Wei Hao in embarrassment and said.

"No?" When Wei Hao heard this, he was very surprised, wasn't gunpowder invented a long time ago? Didn't you use it to make firecrackers? And Steward Wang continued to shake his head.

"Forget it, but, it's just cold, and there's no movement?" Wei Hao waved his hand, then touched his head, and said very depressedly, There is no movement, who knows that your house is open.

"Childe, what do you want, can't you let me invite a few singers to come over and stand at the door to sing, right?" Steward Wang looked at Wei Hao cautiously and asked.

When Wei Hao heard this, his eyes lit up, and he patted Steward Wang's shoulder and said, "Old Wang, you are still smart!" ”