Carrying thirteen or fourteen taels of silver, carrying a cup of white fungus porridge, humming a proud song, taking a leisurely pace, stepping on the dusk, Yang Ping'an knocked on the door of the courtyard: "Dong'er, I'm back!" ”

Dong'er's expression was flustered: "Childe, it's not good, there are many people who came just now......"

"I know, they're here to deliver something, right?" As he spoke, Yang Ping'an walked into the hospital, "I bought those things, and let them send them." Why do you have such an expression? Don't worry, I paid, just a dozen taels of silver, trivial. ”

Yang Ping'an is now rich. After leaving the Drunken Sky Pavilion, he walked around the city, and the silver money in his hand was nearly half less. Silk and satin cloth, rouge gouache, health supplements, etc., most of them were bought for Dong'er. Now he still carries a bead hairpin in his arms, which costs two taels, and he keeps it for Dong'er to bring with his own hands.

"Go back to a tailor and cut you some new clothes. There's also a cup of white fungus porridge that you can eat hot. How's that, isn't it a surprise? ”

Dong'er's face suddenly became ugly, and after a moment of silence, she sighed faintly, turned around and walked into the hall.

Yang Ping'an was puzzled, and quickly followed: "Why are you unhappy?" Did someone bully you? ”

Sitting down, Dong'er turned his back to Yang Ping'an: "Thank you for your concern, no one bullies the slave maid." Dong'er is just a subordinate, so he shouldn't blame Gongzi, but ......"

"But whatever, you can come."

"Childe really shouldn't be so lascivious. More than a dozen taels of silver, enough for a year's expenses in the house, but the son bought a bunch of flashy things. ”

Yang Ping'an finally understood, and came to Dong'er's side with a smile: "Silly girl, didn't you see that the tofu was sold out?" In the future, what I have is money, and you will never have to live the hard work of the past. Did I tell you that I came to this world to take care of you, protect you, and let you live a happy and happy life! ”

As he spoke, he gently held Dong'er's hands.

"Childe, don't speak lightly!" Dong'er hurriedly hid to the side, hiding her hands behind her, her chin lowered her eyebrows, and she didn't dare to look directly, "Childe, don't come here." Those tofu, how much silver did you sell for? ”

The little girl actually learned to change the topic! Yang Ping'an didn't want to push Dong'er too hard, so he stopped: "Guess what." ”

"The slave can't guess."

"Twenty-five taels!" As he spoke, Yang Ping'an took out all the remaining silver taels in his arms and lined them up one by one on the table.

Dong'er was shocked when she heard this, and when she saw the silver taels of different sizes on the table, she looked up in amazement: "How could you sell it for so much money?" ”

Yang Ping'an offered ten taels to Zuixiao Pavilion, but in fact, the shopkeeper Lu refused to agree because it was too expensive. Don't look at him smiling brightly, but his mind is not overwhelmed by surprise.

As a veteran in the catering industry, he knows very well why today's business is so hot.

At that time, when the world was peaceful and prosperous, all the people in the world were in good health, and many people were intoxicated with pleasure and studied eating and drinking. The emergence of a novelty like tofu can attract many diners, and the taste made by Yang Ping'an is indeed good, but it does not meet the tastes of all diners.

In the final analysis, it is the word "novelty", coupled with unique marketing methods, which has led to the popularity of the Zuixiao Pavilion today's afternoon market. In time, when the people in the city get used to it, the scenery will no longer be there.

A plate of tofu is more than ten catties, and it is actually priced at ten taels, which is not too expensive, but to rob money, to rob the money of Drunken Xiao Pavilion!

Yang Ping'an could naturally think of this, he dared to offer a high price of ten taels, and after careful consideration. In his mind, a normal tofu dish only needs three or four taels of tofu, so a plate of tofu can make thirty plates of dishes, each plate is only sold for one tael of silver, and Zuixiao Pavilion can also earn thirty taels, how much is he divided into ten taels?

Don't think how expensive a dish is for one or two pieces of silver, can you not eat it if it's too expensive, anyway, there are so many tofu, there are many rich people in the city, and if you don't want to eat it, some people want to eat it.

Any novelty, when it is first accepted by the public, is the most profitable. Once it follows the trend and tends to the masses, its profits will inevitably decline sharply. Therefore, in Yang Ping'an's view, the current price of ten taels is very reasonable. And he was not afraid that Zuixiao Pavilion would not agree.

Sure enough, seeing that he insisted on not reducing the price, and made it clear that there was only one family, the shopkeeper Lu finally gave in, but proposed that Yang Ping'an could only supply the Zuixiao Pavilion family.

In this regard, Yang Ping'an decisively raised the price and doubled it. This is the benefit of monopoly, but also the price of exclusivity.

The shopkeeper Lu only hesitated for a moment, then agreed, took out twenty taels of silver, and ordered a plate of exclusive tofu. He plans to adopt the sales strategy of today until the expiration of the tenth day and the closure of the natural residence.

And Yang Ping'an said that he was in Zuixiao Pavilion today, and he sent tofu, recipes, and free cooking, the purpose was to let people buy his tofu at a high price. Control the supply of goods, not afraid that others will not take the initiative to send money!

After listening to Yang Ping'an's eloquent narration, Dong'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked with difficulty: "In other words, as long as we sell a plate of tofu every time, we can get twenty taels in the account?" ”

One pound of beans can produce two or three pounds of tofu. The soybeans were bought by Dong'er, and it cost only a few dozen yuan in total, and Yang Ping'an only used a small half of the soybeans...... The profit is amazing!

"That's right, it's us." Yang Ping'an emphasized.

Dong'er knew that she was speechless, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"The slave maid went to grind tofu. One plate of tofu is twenty taels, five plates is one hundred taels, and the slave will not rest tonight. ”

"Silly girl!" Yang Ping'an hurriedly stopped Dong'er, "I just want you to enjoy money and silver, not let you be burdened by money." Besides, Zuixiao Pavilion only buys one board, why do you grind so much? ”

"You can sell it to someone else." Dong'er is very smart.

"If you sell more, it's worthless. In short, don't worry about it, I know it in my heart, don't you believe me? ”

"The slave and the maid don't dare, the slave and the maid believe in the childe." Dong'er found that Yang Ping'an was getting closer and closer to her, and hurriedly retreated, but as soon as she took two steps back, she was stunned, because Yang Ping'an had an extra white jade bead hairpin in his hand.

The pearl hairpin is crystal clear, the cocoon is engraved and the butterfly is broken, and it dances, and there are a few glittering gold beads hanging at one end, which means that the house is full of gold and jade.

Seeing Dong'er's expression, Yang Ping'an couldn't help but laugh secretly. Women, regardless of time or place, regardless of age or appearance, have the same preference for beauty.

"Do you like it? Specially sold to you. ”

Dong'er tried hard to withdraw her gaze from the white jade bead hairpin, and said in a low voice, "It's expensive, right?" ”

"It's not expensive, it's just three pennies."

"Sanwen?"

"Ahh The jade is fake, and this gold bead is also fake, if you don't want it, I'll throw it away. ”

"Childe don't!" Dong'er hurriedly took the pearl hairpin and held it in the palm of her hand. Where is this fake, it must be that the son was afraid that I was too expensive, so he deliberately lied to me. Thinking of Yang Ping'an's intentions, Dong'er's face blushed: "Thank you, son." ”

"Shall I bring it for you?" Yang Ping'an came to Dong'er and reached out to take the white jade bead hairpin.

"Hmm." Dong'er's response was not much bigger than the roar of a mosquito, and she felt Yang Ping'an's snort, and her face turned even redder. The breath was disordered, the body trembled, and the head was almost buried in Yang Ping'an's arms, allowing Yang Ping'an to insert the pearl hairpin into the bun, and then pulled out the wooden hairpin that she had carried for many years.

"Thank you, Childe."

"I'll leave the hairpin, you have to put it away, this is our token of love."

"Childe Hugh wants to be a light slave." Dong'er wanted to run, but was hugged by Yang Ping'an: "Dong'er, you are so beautiful, with you in this world, God treats me well." ”

Dong'er wanted to break free, but when she heard the latter sentence, her body trembled, her starry eyes closed lightly, her eyelashes moved, and her jaw stood up, no longer resisting.

It's really a shameful flower in the closed moon! Yang Ping'an secretly praised and kissed slowly with his head sideways.

Feeling that Yang Ping'an's snort was getting closer and heavier, Dong'er's heart was beating wildly, her pink cheeks were blushing, and her body trembled involuntarily. Just as her lips touched, Dong'er suddenly broke free from Yang Ping'an's arms, and her voice choked: "Childe, the slave is not worthy of you." ”

"Winter I'm ......"

"Don't say it again, otherwise the slave and maid will only die." Dong'er choked back tears and looked sad, "The son is good to the slave and the maid, and the slave and the maid dare not forget it in this life." If there is an afterlife, the slave and maid will be a cow and a horse, so as to repay the love of the son. ”

What the hell is going on? Dong'er's sudden change made Yang Ping'an scratch his head. In his mind, the prelude has been laid, and hugging and kissing should be a matter of course. Dong'er's reaction also proved his judgment, but when he was about to kick the door, Dong'er refused!

"Don't cry anymore, I won't force you. Go wash your face and let's eat. This is the white fungus porridge brought back to you, nourishing and nourishing, and it couldn't be better for you. ”

The atmosphere of dinner was very strange, Dong'er didn't say a word, silently drinking sweet and delicious white fungus porridge, her eyes were red; Yang Ping'an stared at Dong'er, he didn't know the taste of food, he just wanted to scratch his head.

Am I too anxious?

After dinner, Yang Ping'an was ready to start work, so he had to grind out tomorrow's plate of tofu, after all, he had already received the deposit from Zuixiao Pavilion, didn't he?

What made him happy was that after Dong'er washed the dishes and chopsticks, she also came to help him grind tofu, and asked him to teach him to grind tofu, and when she learned it, she would not have to work hard with Yang Ping'an.

Inside the mill, the two stand side by side, pushing the stone mill. Yang Ping'an leaned lightly on Dong'er with his shoulder from time to time, and the latter was silent and just dodged, but there was a feeling of skin contact between the two arms from time to time, no matter how much Dong'er dodged, it was useless.

The matter of buying a donkey, is it to be put back in the future. It's actually good to grind tofu yourself, hehe.

Looking at Dong'er's snow-white back neck dripping with sweat, Yang Ping'an couldn't help sighing: "What a tofu Shih Tzu." ”

"Childe, who is Xi Shi?"

"Xi Shi is a very beautiful woman, one of the most beautiful women in the world, she ......"

Hearing Yang Ping'an keep describing Xi Shi's beauty, Dong'er suddenly asked, "Childe, is that Xi Shi your former friend?" ”

"Uh...... Dong'er, you can't be eating the wrong thing, right? Shih Tzu has been dead for hundreds of years, how can it be my friend? Besides, I only have one friend, isn't it you? Hahahaha! ”

Yang Ping'an was very happy when the tofu was ground this night, and he suddenly found that he liked the life of the Tang Dynasty.

In the middle of the night, the tofu was ready, put it in clean water and preserved, and the two walked out of the mill.

Seeing Yang Ping'an sitting in the courtyard resting, Dong'er reminded: "Son, it's time to rest." ”

"Dong'er, you go to sleep first. Remember, lock the door and don't come out tonight, no matter what you hear! ”