Chapter 65: Braised Pork with Sour Plum (I)

Zhang Sanlang calculated an account in his heart in a daze, a period of rice is three taels of silver, ten meals are thirty taels, and a hundred meals are three hundred taels...

How can he eat a hundred meals a year?

Cost-effective!

It's a hundred taels cheaper!

This is equivalent to not having money!

Drunkards have their own logic.

Zhang Sanlang arrogantly took out two silver tickets from his arms and slapped them on the counter table with a "snap", "Give me a year!" ”

Han Chuan smiled on his face, took a wooden card with his waist, and now took out a close-fitting knife to carve a "Zhang" word on the wooden card, and carved a "He" word in the corner, and handed it over with both hands, "You take it!" If you lose it, it's troublesome! With this sign, you can come to eat anytime, anywhere, and you can also give it to others. If it is transferred to someone else, you will let me know and change the name on the wooden sign. ”

Zhang Saburo once again arrogantly stuffed the wooden sign into his arms and nodded, indicating that he understood.

Xiao Shuang'er sent Zhang Sanlang to the ox cart, and when he came back, it was like stepping on the water.

It's... Earned two hundred taels??

It's as simple as that?

She used to be in an oil shop, but she didn't think it was easy to make money!

Shen Ji and his wife were unkempt by oil smoke, earning black-hearted money and rotten money, and earning three or four taels of silver a month, while the shopkeeper of his own house, two hundred taels of silver tickets in one night... Xiao Shuang'er still felt that her heart was hanging, and while cleaning up the table and chopsticks, she asked Han Chuan worriedly, "Shopkeeper, are we taking advantage of the fire to rob?" In case Ming'er Zhang Gongzi wakes up from drinking, he will knock on the door, and the repayment of the money will be small, which will cause the neighbors to watch, and it will be a big shame for us to be 'fresh'. ”

Make money while people are drunk...

How to think how not authentic.

Han Chuan stood behind the counter and planned to write the account book, listening to Xiao Shuang'er say this, stopped his movements, and praised Xiao Shuang'er first, "It's good that our little Shuang'er thinks like this - now there are two sisters in this shop, we have to work together, and if there are more people in the future, we will have to think in one place and work hard in one place, so that our shop can become more and more prosperous." "You said, let's set a minimum of one or two silver for a meal, is it considered a high price?" ”

Xiao Shuang'er did not hesitate and nodded vigorously.

Han Chuan also nodded, "If it is better than the shop that sells meat buns and mutton cakes, we will naturally have a sky-high price." But if it is compared to the famous time-honored brands in Beijing City, such as Liuxianju and Zuixiangge, our price is at most tied. Han Chuan talked about the fact that Grandpa Bai spent half a penny to buy a duck and wanted to make roast duck, "... High prices have their own reasons for high prices. Of course, we can go to the volume, start from the cheap restaurant, make a profit every day, and make a profit. But remember..."

Xiao Shuang'er listened carefully.

Han Chuan said seriously, "People go to high places, and water flows to low places." Once the 'Fresh' shop is branded in the hearts of diners as delicious and inexpensive, we will cut off the way of raising prices or reducing portions to control costs. ”

Xiao Shuang'er tilted her head thoughtfully.

Han Chuan thought with a smile, the son can be taught.

Better than Grandpa White.

Grandpa Bai didn't understand, he could only smoke a hookah viciously and scold her for being a profiteer.

Thinking of Grandpa Bai, Han Chuan had a smile on his face, "Once we raise the price, the original diners can't accept to buy the same thing at a high price, and the diners who are looking forward to it are afraid of the previous way of parity-this is a matter of losing face and reducing noodles." We're going to be in a very awkward position. Therefore, it is better to find the correct positioning from the beginning, although the ingredients of our dishes are not very precious, they are valuable in their intentions and dishes. After that, when we have the capital and slowly introduce the way of precious ingredients, our reputation will only get louder and louder. ”

In the dream, when she first went to Gusu City, Xu Yi took her to a local printing workshop to take a walk and have a look.

The printing workshop is small, but it has been handed down for a hundred years, and the printed books never have a shadow and can be stored for decades without decay.

A small printing workshop, relying on skills and talent, has achieved the top in the industry, monopolizing the compilation and printing of books in the three cities of Gusu, and monopolizing the bookstore in the south of the Yangtze River symbolizes the monopoly of the book compilation and printing of the semi-literati of the Great Weitai.

The officials in the Suzhou prefect and Jiangnan officialdom must respect the workshop owner for three points.

"In any industry, as long as you do the top, your vision and income are very conceivable." Han Chuan was silent and whispered.

Xiao Shuang'er nodded as if she didn't understand, and saw that the eyes of her shopkeeper suddenly dimmed, maybe she remembered something sad?

What did Han Chuan think of?

Han Chuan remembered the book, the book with the cold herbaceous fragrance on Xu Yi's body, the book that was pressed under her pillow and accompanied her until death.

On that day, Xu Yi in the printing workshop, bought a copy of "Awakening Dreams" and gave it to her, written by Wang Baizhi, a literati of the former dynasty, about his dream of becoming a butterfly traveling all over the three rivers and five mountains, the four seas and Kyushu, interspersed with local customs and anecdotes, this is Xu Yi's favorite book, Han Chuan also likes this book, which introduces the various places or street food, or famous dishes and famous dishes, as if after reading this book, he traveled all over the country.

It's a pity that Xu Yi and her have been trapped in Gusu City all their lives.

Xu Yi was even more pitiful, and most of the rest of his life was trapped in a narrow and flat coffin.

Han Chuan lowered his head, pulled the abacus back, and stretched out his head to blow out the candles in the hall.

On the second day, Han Chuan took Xiao Shuang'er to the silver number to deposit one hundred and fifty taels, and exchanged fifty taels of silver for broken silver and copper coins that were convenient for trading, first went around the eastern suburbs market, and transferred to Boss Jia, Xiao Shuang'er was a little hesitant to step forward, Boss Jia cut the machete to the chopping board, and smiled Nunu's mouth, "Shen Ji's black-hearted couple, who were searched by Jing Zhaoyin a few days ago, found oil refining equipment, are now being imprisoned." ”

Xiao Shuang'er blinked, a little incredulous.

Han Chuan bought a large piece of half-fat and half-lean third-line meat, thinking about going back to make sour plum braised pork today, and asked, "Did you say how to deal with it?" ”

Boss Jia smiled, "There is no result yet!" But... In total, the government can't cheapen them, at least they have to be exiled for 3,000 miles - food is the most important thing! Nowadays, the people who sell meat dare not sell pork, those who sell vegetables dare not sell small vegetables, and those who sell tea do not dare to sell aged tea, this is the peace of the country! ”

Han Chuan laughed.

Middle-aged men's favorite thing is to talk about political affairs!

Out of the eastern suburbs market, Han Chuan went straight to Guanya, and named the yellow gourd who sold her house.

When Huang Ergua saw that it was Han Chuan, he smiled and waved his hand.

Han Chuan single-knife straight in, directly clarifying the meaning, "... You need a hard worker who has a good mind, great strength, and can endure hardships, because there are only two of us girls in the house, and it is better to be girls, if you really can't find it, the man must not be too old, and it is easy to cause trouble when he is old; I also want an account room, regardless of whether I have merit or not, and I don't have crooked thoughts. ”