When Lin Zhiyuan said his plan, Li Feibai resolutely disagreed! The wind has been released, and everyone who comes to the auction eats and drinks, and when you arrive, you charge tickets, isn't that a lie?

Lin Zhiyuan never believed that there was nothing impossible in the world. After understanding Li Feibai's concerns, he came up with an idea.

Set a threshold for those who participate in the auction, and pay 100 taels of silver to prevent the auction from being bought. Not everyone can afford a hundred taels of silver, which keeps ninety percent of the people out of the way. You participate in the auction, everything is free. You don't participate in the auction, I'm sorry, go into the temple to buy tickets, eat and spend your own money.

He thought that it would take a lot of effort to convince Li Feibai. Unexpectedly, before he said his idea, Li Feibai was only slightly stunned, then nodded at him appreciatively, and said with a meaningful smile: "I really didn't see it, you are a good money-maker, and being an official is a bit condescending!" Just do as you say! ”

Lin Zhiyuan waited anxiously and excitedly for a long time, and finally arrived on the day of the auction. Before dawn, he stood at the door and paced back and forth, looking at the road in front of the temple from time to time, not knowing what the result of today's test was.

The day finally dawned, the temple door finally opened, and it was less than an hour, and the results were already out.

The number of people who bought tickets to go in has reached three hundred, that is, three taels of silver have been collected, and at this rate, it is not a problem to sell six or seven thousand tickets today, that is, sixty or seventy taels can be collected. According to sixty taels, it is one thousand eight hundred taels in a month, and twenty thousand taels in a year.

Those who go in burn incense and make offerings, and this income has reached a small twenty taels, and it is not a problem to sell it for twenty or thirty hundred taels today, and it is a small income of 100,000 taels a year. Of course, today is more special, and it is impossible to do this every day in the future, but it is still possible to earn one or two thousand taels a year.

The more Lin Zhiyuan thought about it, the more excited he became, and inadvertently looked up and saw Li Feibai leading a group of people to come, as if he had seen the God of Wealth, three steps into two steps, greeted him, and arched his hand: "Brother Feibai, you are here!" ”

Li Feibai also arched his hand and said: "Boss Lin is rich!" ”

"Boss" is a new word, the meaning is similar to that of the shopkeeper, but it will not make the official feel that being called the shopkeeper is a kind of humiliation, and it is a trend to call the official the boss in Jiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan said: "Boss Li's blessing! ”

Li Feibai pointed to Tang Xin'an behind him and said, "This is the Tang Xin'an of Daxing, the chief shopkeeper of Tang!" He pointed to Lin Zhiyuan and said, "This is Lord Bo Lin Zhiyuan, and now he has contracted the Jidu Temple." ”

Tang Xin'an and Lin Zhiyuan were cold to each other.

Tang Xin'an was puzzled. He knew that the official had another deal, and he probably knew what the boss meant when he inquired about the news yesterday, so he didn't think it was strange for Li Feibai to call Lin Zhiyuan Boss Lin. However, what does it mean to contract the temple, I have to find an opportunity to ask for a clear understanding.

Li Feibai quipped: "Boss Lin, we don't need to buy tickets when we enter the temple!" ”

Lin Zhiyuan said with a straight face: "Brother Li is the protagonist of the auction, and Boss Tang is a guest I can't invite. Please, please! After sending Li Feibai and his party to the temple, he hurried to the temple gate. Although, he also wanted to accompany Li Feibai and Tang Xin'an, but looking at the bustling crowd outside the temple was like looking at money. This feeling is so enjoyable, how can he give it up!

As soon as you enter the temple gate, it is a road paved with stones, which is more than three zhang wide. The pines and cypresses planted on the side of the road are waist-thick, standing straight there, like a majestic general. Behind the tree, there is still about two feet of open space, which is now full of various stalls. Some sell local products, some sell handmade products, and most of them sell food.

Li Feibai passed by a stall selling oil tea, and the stall owner who was serving a meal to the guests was a little old man, and when he saw him, he immediately handed the bowl to his son, greeted him and said: "Boss Li, thanks to your guidance, my family has done such a business, and I have saved a few dollars, and I will have money to marry my son next year." You are simply my life-saving benefactor, I finally met today, no matter how you enjoy your face, drink a bowl of oil tea and eat a fritters! ”

Under the hospitality, Li Feibai had no choice but to turn around and say: "Mr. Tang's shopkeeper hasn't eaten yet, or I'll have a bowl of oil tea here!" ”

Tang Xin'an really didn't eat, but he didn't want to drink oil tea. According to his experience, Camellia oleifera is still the most authentic in Wuzhi County, although it is occasionally sold in other places, but it cannot be compared with the authentic Wuzhi Camellia oleifera. It can be seen that the little old man has dragged Li Feibai to the front of the stall, and he can't refuse, so he has to follow.

The group occupied a table, and the little old man brought oil tea and fritters neatly. Tang Xin'an took chopsticks and tasted the fritters, the same charred outside and tender inside, and the same fragrant teeth and cheeks. But when the little old man persuaded him to try oil tea, he didn't feel embarrassed. Taste it, it must taste bad. Don't taste it, the little old man is looking at it with a blank eye.

He had to reluctantly take a sip of it, which was regarded as giving the little old man a face. But when he swallowed the small sip of oil tea, he couldn't wait to sweep away the oil tea in the bowl.

In terms of truth, the taste of the oil tea he drinks now is definitely different from the authentic Wuzhi oil tea, but it is the best oil tea he has ever drunk. Extremely fresh, extremely fragrant, and endlessly memorable.

The little old man asked, "How?" ”

Tang Xin'an praised: "It's delicious! After a pause, he added, "How?" ”

The little old man said: "I have been to Wuzhi before, and I have seen how people make oil tea, and after I came back, I opened a breakfast stall selling oil tea, but because of the bad taste, the business has been bleak." Since listening to Boss Li's suggestion and adding goat's milk to the oil tea, the taste has been wonderful, and the business has also prospered. ”

Tang Xin'an was very surprised that the little old man would tell him the secret of oil tea without reservation. In his understanding, a person who makes such a delicious oil tea will definitely treat it as a secret and do his own business. He smiled and said, "You are honest, aren't you afraid that I will also open a camellia shop and rob you of your business?" ”

The little old man said: "This is the method taught to me by Boss Li, how dare I hide my secrets." Besides, Boss Li has long said that why there were so many famous chefs in ancient times, but now there are no famous chefs, it is all the result of hiding private. If you make your secret public, you will attract competition, and everyone will find their way to make something more delicious. If you hide your smuggling, there will be no competition, and what you make will become more and more unpalatable. In order to be able to eat better things, the little old man didn't dare to hide his secrets. ”

Tang Xin'an was stunned. It was the first time he had heard the word competition, but he also roughly understood the meaning of the word, and thought to himself, if this is the case in eating, how about the other three hundred and sixty lines! In ancient times, it was possible to make a sword that sharpened iron like clay, but why can't it now, it is not the result of hiding privately. I really didn't see that Li Feibai's realm was so high, he, a veteran of business, was ashamed of himself, and the boy's future future was unlimited.

He was thinking about it, when he suddenly saw Li Feibai standing up and settling accounts with Xiao Lao'er, but Xiao Lao'er said that he didn't want any money! Li Feibai threw some broken silver into the money jar and left, but he had to stand up and follow. By the time the little old man found the silver in the jar, they had gone far.