Gu Daya's gaze drifted to the dining room outside, and she lowered her voice and said: "The third master is only allowed to sell two hundred bowls of wontons every day, and other noodles are also sold out until they are sold out, he said that the pasta cooked by my brother does not taste like what you make, and asked us to think about it more, but we haven't figured out anything these days, so we can only wait for you to come." ”

"How so? If that's the case, they all blame me for being in a hurry, and when they come back, I'll see what he did, and then I'll talk about it. Gu Qingzhu said suspiciously.

It didn't take much time, Zheng Zhaodi came back, she was also very happy to see Gu Qingzhu, and the three sisters got together and whispered endlessly, sometimes fighting, sometimes laughing.

The corners of Mu Jincheng's mouth rose slightly, Gu Qingzhu at this time was the appearance of a fifteen-year-old girl, not like a little wild cat with sharp claws just now.

"Stop, stop, this is it." Gu Qingshan's voice came from outside the door.

An old man drove an ox cart to stop in front of the door, the frame was full of firewood, and another middle-aged man followed behind with a load of charcoal.

"Brother Qingshan, Brother Kui." The three of them came out together, and Gu Qingzhu asked with a smile.

"It's really rare, Qingzhu, you're here, Fang Kui went to the dock halfway, a few days ago, Lao Zhou and they did night work, and they owed twenty buns on credit, and said that they would pay back today, I think he should come back in a while." Gu Qingshan said while helping to carry firewood.

Gu Daya led the middle-aged man to pour the charcoal onto the shelf of the backyard shed, the two looked at their appearances, and saw that they were father and son, and the silent man put the pick and went to carry firewood, back and forth a few times, and the backyard was full at once.

"You haven't had lunch yet, have you?" Gu Qingzhu came out with three steaming bowls of wontons.

Gu Daya went to get seven or eight steamed buns, and put two or three side dishes on the table.

"Thank you, owner, how embarrassing." The old man was dressed in patched clothes, covered with dust, and there were some grass clippings sticking to his gray hair.

Gu Qingshan picked up the wontons and handed them to the two of them: "Eat, Master He, don't see outside, this is Qingzhu, we are from a village, she took us to do this business, she doesn't come often, and now I want to eat what she made, it's not easy."

We have bought a few firewood before, only your family is the best, there is no smoke when the charcoal is burned, we have to buy your house often in the future, and there are more when dealing with it in the future, after a long time, we know that we are all honest people. ”

"I have to wait until later, I can see today, I have been buying firewood for half my life, and I haven't seen anyone make us a bowl of food seriously, and it is still such a good food." The old man took the wonton and said gratefully.

"Thank you, thank you." The middle-aged man said little, because of the perennial charcoal burning, his hands were black, and he rubbed it on his body embarrassedly, before he took the big bowl of blue flowers and drank a mouthful of soup very cherished.

They watched Mu Jincheng sitting not far away drinking tea in gorgeous clothes, ashamed of themselves, and refused to sit at all, for fear of soiling the table and bench, so they only stood and ate.

In the end, the father and son drank wontons, and each ate two big steamed buns, and swallowed them in three or two, the middle-aged man was silent, and the old man was a cheerful person, said a few words of thanks, and said that he would rush to drag the dung bucket, and then led the ox cart away.

Every day in Nancang County, there will be people driving the ox cart carrying the high dung bucket of most of the people, shaking the copper bell to walk the street to the house, every household hears the bell, tacitly takes out the toilet, and the person who collects the dung water steps on the ladder to pour it, and most of the collected dung water is sold to the villagers as fertilizer at a discount of five cents a barrel.

He Laohan and his son also do this for a living, going to the city in the morning to sell firewood and charcoal, no matter how late, they will transport the dung bucket back to their hometown, and the price will be increased by one or two cents as foot money.

Although Gu Qingshan was also hungry, he still tasted the wontons made by Gu Qingzhu, and sure enough, there were slight differences from what he made, only to feel that the dough was stronger, and the moment he bit into it, the juice of the meat filling would completely explode in his mouth, giving people a very strong sense of meat flavor and satisfaction.

"Isn't it different?" Mu Jincheng didn't come over until the two firewood sellers left, and he was afraid that he wouldn't understand, and then said, "For example, she does it like a shy girl's house, all the beauty can only be known if you have tasted it, because of the mystery, it is called a hook, and what you do is like a mother-in-law who has given birth to a child, her legs are not close, no matter how charming she is, it is not interesting." ”

When he said this, his eyes were open, his words were righteous, and he didn't have the slightest blasphemy, but he still blushed the other people, Gu Qingzhu frowned, gritted his teeth and scolded: "A dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth!" ”

"I'm telling the truth." Mu Jincheng replied without fear of death.

As he was talking, Fang Kui stepped in, looked at the people in the room, all of them had strange faces, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"You're hungry, I'll make you ravioli." Gu Qingshan coughed and turned his head to the kitchen.

"We'll go too." The eldest girl and Zhao Di followed.

Fang Kui touched the back of his head and said puzzledly, "What the hell? ”

"Qingzhu ......," the big girl called in the kitchen.

"Brother Kui, let's go to the kitchen and see if you guys are not doing well there." Gu Qingzhu turned his head and glared at Mu Jincheng, and then left with Fang Kui.

Mu Jincheng sighed sullenly, and said secretly, he was clearly right, but they were stingy and refused to admit it.

Several people gathered around in the kitchen, Gu Qingzhu guided by hand, the size of the fire in the stove, the amount of water in the pot, how much the water boiled, and how many times the wontons tumbled.

As for the other noodles, they were also explained one by one, Gu Qingshan tried to make wontons and several noodles, and it was really much better than before.

Mu Jincheng, who smelled the fragrance, walked to the door of the kitchen, looked around, and said with a salivating face: "I want a bowl of shredded chicken noodles." ”

"Nope! Only three fresh noodles! Gu Qingzhu said angrily.

Mu Jincheng muttered in a low voice: "Three fresh, just three fresh, so fierce, I am also a shareholder, why is it so difficult to eat a bowl of noodles." ”

Except for Mu Jincheng, who had a bowl to himself, the others ate some of each, and they were already full.

"Recently, the tea market has been sluggish, the price of fresh leaves is low, and my mother doesn't know if she can be busy, and your tea cakes are not easy to sell." Gu Qingshan caught a glimpse of Gu Qingzhu's back basket, and there was still a lot left.

Gu Qingzhu nodded, and his tone was dull: "The price of fresh leaves in Cuiping Town is lower, but with the help of Uncle Gen's family, the tea leaves in your house are sold, don't worry, as for the tea cakes, although the price in the spring is not high, but there are barely people to collect them, after a summer, the autumn tea cakes are directly unattended, I still Mu Erye bought sixty pieces privately, and if it goes on like this, I don't know what will happen next year." ”

"Didn't I say it earlier, I can buy as many as you want." When Mu Jincheng heard that Mu Mingcheng bought it privately, he was upset and rushed to say.

Gu Qingzhu threw a roll of his eyes at him: "You are rich and amazing, can you buy mine, can you buy the tea of the entire Nancang County?" Even if you can buy it, where can you sell it to make money, is it rotting in the warehouse? ”

Mu Jincheng shut up and pursed his lips into a line, he didn't think about it so much, he always thought that he didn't need to think so much, these were all things that the second brother should worry about, he just needed to be a rich idler, besides, he might come with him one day, and he would go back to modern times in the blink of an eye, if he left a mess here, it would be a mess.

Seeing Gu Qingzhu's words, Gu Daya suppressed this demon who had been bullying them every day, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker, in exchange for Mu Jincheng's bared teeth, she turned her face and pretended not to see.

"And what are you going to do next?" Fang Kui asked with a sip of water.

Gu Qingzhu stroked the red rattan bracelet on his left hand, and said: "There is no good way to do it at the moment, these forty tea cakes, I plan to send twenty to Mr. Tan, we still owe him medical expenses, and twenty to keep for the Mid-Autumn Festival to send to Mr. Liu, Qingsong's festival is always not less."

In addition, I have to make some loose tea when I go back, and I want to send some to Master Ran of Ci'en Temple, and then Brother Mancang is about to build a house, and the tea is always wanted, and the rest will be sold fresh leaves, so I have to leave it at that. ”

"Did you know that there are other ways to drink tea?" Mu Jincheng couldn't help but interject again.

"We countrymen don't pay attention to it, grab a handful of tea powder, boil it and drink it, I heard that the big families of the high door have to go to the special tea house to drink, and with dim sum melon seeds or something, drink it for a long time." Fang Kui often runs in the dining room, although he has never seen it, he has heard others boast.

Mu Jincheng shook his head again and again: "That's where people who talk about business go, and that's not what I'm talking about today." ”

Gu Qingzhu only thought that he wanted meat and vegetables again, and said something shameless and skinless, so he ignored him and diverted to other topics, so anxious that Mu Jincheng stared.

Seeing that the sun was off, Gu Qingzhu still had to go to Dexing Pharmacy to grab medicine, so he got up to leave.

Gu Qingshan beckoned her into the house and handed over the money she had earned these days to her, first, to grab medicine, and second, to bring it back and save it, accumulating a lot.

Because the copper coin had been exchanged for broken silver in advance, it was only wrapped in a small lotus package, Gu Qingzhu hid the purse under the tea cake, and Gu Daya and Zheng Zhaodi wrapped more than 20 buns for her, and then sent her away.

Mu Jincheng saw that Gu Qingzhu was leaving, so he naturally couldn't sit still and followed.

Walking out of Pear Blossom Lane, Gu Qingzhu saw that Mu Jincheng was still following behind, so he frowned and asked impatiently: "I'll go to Dexing, won't you go too." ”

Mu Jincheng didn't seem to hear her words, and suddenly asked, "When is the autumn tea picked?" I think it was to Hanlu. ”

"Hmm." Gu Qingzhu was stunned by his rash question, and rarely responded gently.

Mu Jincheng smiled with his eyebrows: "I remember that you promised Duchun to give him a purple bamboo, and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, we have to ask for it." ”

His words were full of words, and Gu Qingzhu was in a fog, she couldn't resist the idea of beating people, and sent him away perfunctorily: "Since I agreed, I will do it, you just have to come then." ”

"I still want to eat something delicious, and you agreed." Mu Jincheng said with a grin.

"You are also the son of a big family, you haven't eaten anything delicious, it's not a shame to say this." Gu Qingzhu frowned and looked at him.

This person is really weird, ordinary people have long been so angry that they have run away without a shadow after being said mercilessly by her several times, but he still has to follow with a dead face.

"That's it." Mu Jincheng didn't answer her question, he said to himself, and suddenly turned around and left.

He walked in stride, without hesitation, leaving Gu Qingzhu standing in place, a fallen leaf fluttering down from the top of her head, lying on the ground and being carried by the wind and rolled a few times.