I think at the beginning, she was also a well-known kitchen maid in the dining room!

Resell some good ingredients, or do business among female envoys and eunuchs, clearly mark the price, a bowl of porridge for a few dollars, a shortbread for a few dollars, a vegetarian noodles for a few dollars... After doing this for a few years of acquaintance business, wouldn't she be able to make a lot of money!?

Yes!

Regret not being at the beginning!

Regret not being at the beginning!

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Regret, this kind of emotion can't last long in Han Chuan.

The sun rose as usual, Han Chuan got up early in the morning, put on a bamboo basket, pushed open the door and went to the eastern suburbs market.

The morning food business of the morning stall is not taken care of, and now the top priority is how to revitalize the restaurant.

Last night, Han Chuan was having strange dreams.

It's not the pot of the murderous house - Han Chuan dreamed of a row of white-flowered, human-tall silver with a bloody mouth, chasing after her, shouting while chasing, "Make money quickly!" Earn money! Earn money! ”

It's just weird.

I don't know if the original intention of this dream came from her anxiety about money or her obsession with making money.

One night, I slept in horror.

While walking, Han Chuan bought a cup of strong hot tea at the morning stall, and after pouring it, he was much more energetic.

In the morning, the eastern suburbs market is crowded, and most of the wine restaurants and restaurants purchase ingredients here, and these restaurants that have become the climate are rich and rich.

"Ming'er will give a certain pig or two!"

Hey, hey, it's hard to think about the ingredients by head.

"A hundred red-billed white-headed ducks."

A hundred... Don't you just make webpers and don't eat meat?

"Please help me pay attention to the two hundred crucian carp, the winter carp and the summer carp, and the carp of the cave with red skull and red tail and blue scales."

I can't see that this big purchase is a scholar who is a crepe scholar, and I also know the allusion of the Song Emperor of the Southern Dynasty eating Dongting carp.

It's a pity that the old man who sells fish doesn't understand, wearing water boots, frowning, "Huh? What sea bass? What pigs? The fishing net tapped on the signboard and raised his voice, "Look closely!" Fish sellers! Don't sell pigs! It's time for sea bass! Today's sea bass meat is not tasty, you can come back tomorrow autumn! ”

Han Chuan laughed out loud.

Yes.

In winter, the sea bass is very thin, the weather becomes cold, the small fish and shrimp are buried in the mud and cannot come out, and the sea bass is becoming more and more difficult to eat, so the fish skin is very firewood meat.

The traditional steaming method completely exposes the taste of winter sea bass and firewood girls.

If you soak in grease, wrap it in egg mixture, starch, pepper and salt, and fry it twice in the oil pan, it will be slightly more delicious.

The bazaar is quite interesting.

Three religions and nine streams, thousands of people.

Han Chuan went to Boss Jia's place to take a look as usual, and sent a basket of happy eggs to Boss Jia, "... Now that I'm preparing to open a restaurant and move, I'll have to take care of you more in the future! ”

Boss Jia cut off half of the pig's trotters and put them into the bamboo basket with Chuan, "Congratulations!" On the day of the official opening, a certain brought his wife and children to cheer! ”

Half a pig's trotter, this is a great gift!

Han Chuan hurriedly thanked him, and was about to ask if there were any good goods these days, but he heard a heart-rending cry from the east, "... Don't drive me away... I got better right away... I don't lie in bed anymore and don't work, I'll earn you money, I'll go to the back mountain to pick up mushrooms and mountain goods, I shouldn't eat for nothing..."

Han Chuan frowned and looked east.

People love to watch the excitement.

After a while, there was a circle of people, poking their heads out and looking in.

Han Chuan tilted his head to look, and saw a back figure in a light silk dress through the gap, kneeling in the snow, his shoulders shivering uncontrollably because of the cold.

Boss Jia followed Han Chuan's gaze and said, "Tsk", "Evil!" ”

Han Chuan frowned and looked at Boss Jia.

Boss Jia explained, "Just the child daughter-in-law of the oil shop I told you last time! Didn't you ask her before? In winter, the girl kept coughing, and the proprietress of the oil shop was reluctant to invite a doctor, so she ate an extra pear every day, saying that it was to moisten her lungs and clear her throat... A few days ago, the girl began to cough up blood, and the proprietress of the oil shop said that if she did not get well within five days, she would be kicked out, so as not to die in her own home. ”

Purse your lips with a skull.

In this world, the injustice to women has never diminished from inside the palace to outside the palace.

"Now it's the fifth day?" Han Chuan opened his mouth gently.

Boss Jia nodded, and looked at it even more, "It's here, right?" It's not far before I arrive, I'm coughing up blood, can it be fine in five days? As he spoke, he shook his head regretfully, "If the little girl picked up by the oil shop has no deed, she is not a cheap person, and this eastern suburbs market is not all the black dog lungs of the owner of the oil shop, so it is okay to pick this little girl back." But this girl is cheap, and if she wants to turn around, she has to deal with the oil shop. ”

Speaking of the two people in the oil shop, Boss Jia shook his head, "This is dealing with two people, you have to grow four seven-trick exquisite hearts, and you have to calculate everywhere and at all times, otherwise, you will have to suffer a big loss." ”

That should put the Choi clan to fight...

The iron rooster fights the wolf's heart and the dog's lungs, and see who is better.

Han Chuan nodded thoughtfully, that thin back trembled in the snow, if no one cared about her, I am afraid she would not survive tonight.

And he had seven taels of silver in his pocket.

Sounds like a lot.

It is an eight-grade official for a year.

It can be used, but it is like flowing water and quicksand, and the finger seams are a little looser, and the silver does not know where it goes.

Now is the time to use money, seven taels of silver can also replace dishes, chopsticks, pots and pans, renovate the front shop of the hall, and buy ingredients for three or five days.

Silver, hot in the pocket.

If she didn't know, she did, she couldn't let such a young girl die in the cold snow.

The Gusu City in the dream is very cold.

The steward of the palace deprived her of silver frost charcoal, cotton cloth and firewood for burning the kang, and she and A Cicada drilled into a quilt to keep warm, and A Cicada put her feet into her arms, but she was so cold that she coughed.

The cough looks like the girl kneeling in the snow now.

Han Chuan clenched his hand tightly, and as if resigned to his fate, he put the bamboo basket at Boss Jia's place, and turned his head towards the east oil shop.

"He Niangzi!" Boss Jia called repeatedly, but he couldn't help it, and shook his head with a smile - this girl is honest and knowledgeable, and the most important thing is to have a good heart.

If he has a good son in his family, he must kiss this girl!

What's the saying?

I'd rather marry a butcher who slaughters cattle than a showman who has no land...

The young grandmother of the butcher shop is in demand...

The thoughts diverged far away, Boss Jia hurriedly pulled it back, thrust the meat cutting knife into his waist, and followed behind Han Chuan with his hands behind his back, making it clear that he was going to Han Chuan to set up a field.