Xiao Dongtian sent 20 crab roe soup buns to the government office, that is, four steamers, and when the steward learned about it, he immediately divided one and put it into his own small steamer.

Hurriedly sent to Gu Kaizhi's study.

Remove the steamer lid.

There's not much fog in there.

At a glance, you can see the four small soup dumplings lying in the grid of the steamer.

Gu Kaizhi was stunned for a moment, and muttered a sentence in his mouth: "Soup dumplings." ”

The steamer shook slightly.

The soup in the bun shook with it.

He had never seen such steamed buns, so it was no wonder that they were called "soup dumplings".

"Gu Gong, don't look at it, try it."

"By the way, there's a mantra."

"Lift gently and move slowly."

"Open the window first, then eat the soup."

Gu Kaizhi glanced at the steward, then picked up the chopsticks, and repeated the steward's words: "Lift gently, move slowly, open the window first, and then eat the soup." ”

Gently lifted and slowly ate one.

Tightly, I sent one directly into my mouth.

The soup dumplings are the right size, just one bite at a time.

He could see the soup shaking, and the skin of the bun was quite thin, not only thin, but also tenacious, and he had never eaten this skin alone, and he had never even heard of it.

Taste the stuffing again.

The seafood is delicious.

Authentic on the palate.

Miraculously, it also contains a lot of soup.

How, exactly?

I thought about it and ate another one.

The soup dumplings are no longer hot, one bite at a time, the feeling of delicious soup overflowing in his mouth, he can't help but say: "Wonderful, wonderful!" ”

When he came back to his senses and opened his mouth, he shook his head lightly: "It's a pity, the aftertaste is a little greasy." ”

"Suffered!" The steward suddenly turned around and took a small bowl from the little man at the door: "I forgot." Gu Gong, the shopkeeper Liu said that he wanted to eat this seasoning. ”

"What spice?"

"Ginger shreds and vinegar."

Gu Kaizhi tried again, carefully lifted the soup bag, and dipped it in less than shredded ginger and vinegar.

This time.

It feels different again.

"Gu Gong, how is it?"

"Anything else?"

"Yes, yes, it's a little cold, I'll let the kitchen heat up again?"

The steward immediately ordered the servant to go.

Waiting for another basket of soup dumplings to be delivered, Gu Kaizhi ate one and shook his head.

"How?"

"The taste is a lot worse."

The steward said helplessly: "I have already sent someone to take a look, and the shop has already closed." ”

"Don't get in the way, I'll go myself tomorrow."

"Gu Gong...... They will not open the door tomorrow, nor will they open the door the day after. ”

"Why?"

"On the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth of each month, the shop is closed for rest, and the crab roe soup dumplings are sold until the fifth day of the new year, and their shopkeeper says to rest for one more day."

Gu Kaizhi was stunned again, and then showed a crying and laughing expression: "I haven't heard of it, the shop still has Xiu Muyi." ”

The steward continued: "I heard that duck blood vermicelli soup is also a must, but unfortunately there is no good fortune this year, and there is already a long queue at the door of the shop before dawn this morning." ”

Because of Gu Kaizhi's strict style, the steward naturally knows what things cannot be done, such as cutting in line, or asking the shop to open a small stove for the government office.

It is obviously not appropriate for the people of the government to go there to join in the fun.

"Did you get the poetry book?"

"I almost forgot about this, I'll pick it up right away at the mansion."

The steward took the things down.

Gu Kaizhi got up and walked to the window, pushed open half of the window, and looked at the bright moon that came out early, and the picture of that day seemed to appear in front of him.

One of the people who came to make trouble lay on the ground and begged for mercy, and the other ran away.

The dead are greater.

Brother Cockroach?

He couldn't help but laugh twice.

After laughing, I remembered the words that had been repeated in his ear many times.

There is more than one side of the copper coin, and you have to see the other side.

is a small shop, but behind it is about dozens of hundreds of people.

Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and wisdom is also.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it.

To be a man, to do things and to learn, remember, seek truth from facts, and not only see the height of the temple.

And the psalms of the outer wall of the little cave.

The quatrain behind the wooden sign in the shop.

A copper smell?

Do you only know the eyes of money?

Gu Kaizhi frowned and let out a long sigh in his mouth.

When the steward brought a freshly printed book of poems, he read it carefully before closing the window, sitting down and picking up his pen.

"Where do I start?"

In the end, Gu Kaizhi sandwiched the letter into a collection of poems and sent it to Chang'an together.

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Before Fangcao reported the accounts, Liu Wei had already read it.

No problem.

In the first five days of September, selling crab roe soup dumplings, excluding all costs, the final profit was 17.6 guan.

Coupled with the revenue in August, after deducting staff salaries and prepaid rent for the month, the cumulative amount reached 48.

At present, all the wealth is as follows:

1- Cash 48 times.

2-1 shop.

3- Gold and silver jewelry, etc., with an estimated market value of 100 guan.

There are also a bunch of dried peaches, a bunch of dried fish and shrimp.

In the case of no new one, with the basic situation of Xiaodongtian, the daily net profit is about 1.5 guan, 5 days off per month, and 480 guan a year.

If you want to reach the level of [Waist Wrapper], you have to struggle for 20 years.

How to speed up?

Open a few more shops, and the speed will naturally increase.

Make an effort to add meals.

Resumption of work on the eighth day of the new year.

Early in the morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, someone came to ask: "Is there still crab roe soup dumplings?" ”

"Nope."

"Is there a big one, but a small one?"

"Nope."

"Are they all gone?"

"No, no."

"Duck blood vermicelli soup, is there anything else?"

She had no choice but to buy a large piece of paper in Hanmo Zhai and ask the shopkeeper to write down two lines.

[This year, the store will no longer sell crab roe soup dumplings, large and small soup dumplings, and duck blood vermicelli soup]

Someone asked again, and several people in the shop were automatically blocked.

There was nothing going on in the shop, and she went to look for tea again.

Autumn is coming, will winter be far away?

There will be no fruit in winter and no vegetables.

She can't get vegetables in the greenhouse.

Stockpiling dried peaches will be a good thing in winter.

Not long after she left, an unusual guest came to Xiaodongtian.

A group of five people.

“…… I really didn't expect that in just a few days after our Mu left Huai, there would be so many interesting things, but here? ”

"Back to the White Lotus Monk, it is here, and follow me to the side, where is the famous "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" prologue curtain wall."

"The shop is small, but it is also unique."

"The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river—this verse is engraved on the wooden plaque."

"Let's go, I'll see what other good sentences there are."

A few people came to the side of the shop.

The cashier guarded by the herbs.

"Hello officer, a copy of 20 articles."

The first man was about to take the copper coin from his purse.

Fang Mu stopped him: "Wait." ”

"Brother Fang, do you have any advice?"

"Doesn't it mean that the best poems can be eaten for a month for free meals?"

"That's right! Indeed! ”

"In that case, we don't have to pay today, I will write a poem here, which is naturally the best poem."

"Today is really the glory of Brother Fang Mu!"

Several people said goodbye one after another.

Ran goose.

Fangcao had to stop a few people: "Guest officer, you have to pay first, and then dine-in." ”

"You wooden-brained woman! Do you know who he is, Huai'an Poetry King Fang Mu is also! Fang Mu wrote a poem for your shop, which is a good thing that is hard to buy! Others can't ask for it! ”

Fangcao blushed: "But...... There are no rules, there are no rules. ”