"Stay here!" Qiao Zhi silently counted to three in his heart, and Chef Fang's trembling voice sounded behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Chef Fang's worried facial features wrinkled together like an eggplant beaten by frost, "This price..." he gritted his teeth fiercely, and his voice dispersed in the air, "We can discuss it again." ”

Pretty retracted her feet reservedly, stepped on the threshold emptily, and turned her head with a calm look.

Chef Fang saw Qiaozhi's nostalgic look, glanced at Xiao Er beside him, gritted his teeth and continued to reduce the price: "Five hundred taels, it can't be lower!" ”

Pretty Zhi sighed faintly, stepped out again with his feet on the threshold, and looked up at the sky at a sad 45° angle: "Alas... Have pity on me, woman... The money on his body is really...", shaking his head, he gestured and went out, "It's better to go to another house to have a look." ”

"You stay longer!" Chef Fang's voice behind her sounded weakly, she stopped noncommittally, tilted her head slightly to indicate that she was listening, and paused for a few seconds before Chef Fang continued, "Or... You say a psychological value. The voice is like a mosquito after autumn, "As long as we can accept it, I will sell it!" ”

"Really?" Qiaozhi turned her head with a restrained expression, "My price.... Probably a bit low. ”

"It's okay, you say." Chef Fang looked sad and covered his chest with his hands, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

"Two hundred taels." Qiaozhi sighed, "Alas, home is far away... That's all. ”

Chef Fang's eyes trembled, his lips trembled, and he looked at Qiao Zhi for a long time before he stretched out three fingers slowly, "Three hundred and fifty taels... Girl, it can't be lower. ”

"Three hundred and twenty-five taels." Qiaozhi shook her head, with an indifferent look, she had reached the peak of her acting skills in her life, "If it doesn't work, forget it." Retracting her gaze, she looked outside again.

"Okay." After a while, Chef Fang's voice as if he was terminally ill floated out, "Deal." ”

Only then did Qiaozhi turn around with satisfaction, sit back in her original position, and wait for the series of work that needed to be carried out next.

Chef Fang put the deed on the table, and roughly explained the requirements for changing the house to Qiaozhi, and went upstairs with Xiao Er to get the title deed and some other things.

I thought that the ancient technology and laws were relatively backward, and this aspect would not be particularly rigorous. But I didn't expect it to be quite cumbersome. From the signing of the contract to going to the yamen to seal the bottom and change the owner, according to Chef Fang, this set of procedures is estimated to be incomplete in a single day.

At the moment when Chef Fang and Xiao Er went upstairs to get the title deed, Bai Jian kept staring at Qiao Zhi silently with strange eyes, she was annoyed by the staring, and shook the deed in her hand, "Bai Daxia, you're back to your soul!" What to see? ”

"I just think..."Bai Jian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moved his gaze to the table, "That cook and Xiao Er are really miserable." ”

？ You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Qiaozhi sighed: "When you go out, you can save it, Bai Daxia." ”

Bai Jian also sighed, hugged the teacup and stopped talking, looking shocked by Qiaozhi.

Sao Nian... Cherish the days you squander now, pretty branches silently wept, and when you really run out of money, you will know the benefits of bargaining.

After taking the title deed back, Chef Fang glanced at the sky outside, and proposed to go through the formalities early tomorrow morning, and rest here today, and finally teased him, saying that the son and the lady could experience the beauty of the bed in advance.

“... Need not! Qiao Zhi and Bai Jian shook their heads together with a tacit understanding, "We rented a house at the inn. After a while, Bai Jian said sullenly.

"Oh~" Xiao Er stretched out his voice, "Then we won't keep two more." It's just that the two of us have a reluctant request. As he spoke, he reached out and hugged his fists, "May I ask the shopkeeper, can the two of us continue to work in this restaurant?" ”

This 'shopkeeper' made Qiaozhi very useful, but... Qiaozhi squinted, if these two still want to work in this restaurant.... It's a bit of a no-brainer.

Noticing that Qiaozhi was silent and silent, the shopkeeper immediately changed his face and cried that he had an eighty-year-old mother and several children waiting to be fed, and if he couldn't do this job, he was afraid that the whole family would starve to death on the street.

Qiaozhi raised her eyebrows, a little helpless: "Didn't my more than three hundred taels of silver be divided between the two?" Isn't it more than you pay as a guy here? ”

Belch... It seems to be true. Xiao Er's face twitched halfway through crying, and he continued to cry for a while: "Then we can't sit and eat empty... It's going to run out someday, isn't it? ”

... I can't imagine that the ancients were so advanced... Qiaozhi grinned and shook the cup slowly, "This... It's not impossible to keep you..."

"Hey, you say!" Xiao Er observed the words, and immediately took a pot to pour her tea, and said with a smile on his face, "We will definitely listen to you!" yes, old man. ”

"Yes, yes!" Chef Fang nodded in surprise and joy, "I can cook, don't look at it, I can only go out to buy vegetables for you today, but isn't that because we lack things at home?" When the formalities are completed tomorrow and the things are purchased, I will give you a whole table of dishes! ”

The two of them looked at Qiao Zhi with bright eyes, she was stared at furiously, swallowed a sip of tea, and squinted at the shopkeeper: "First of all, the first and most important one, you have to change your treatment of guests.。。 What's that, the attitude of the guest officer! ”

Xiao Er recalled that he used to ignore the answers, and lowered his head in shame.

Qiao Zhi said again: "This second one... The hygiene in the restaurant should also be done well! Only when it is tidy and tidy, the guest officer will have... Make guests feel at home... Yes, you will feel at home! ”

Chef Fang also nodded and said that he would start immediately.

"And this third one!" She snapped and stretched out three fingers, "What kind of dishes the guest officer ordered, you can't say no, and the ingredients must be prepared sufficiently!" ”

"Okay." Chef Fang and Xiao Er glanced at each other, nodded in unison, and looked useful.

"Well, almost." Qiaozhi nodded with satisfaction, and added, "In terms of hygiene, we will do it together after we finish the formalities tomorrow." She patted Chef Fang on the shoulder, "That's what, only collective things, are the most beautiful!" ”

After successfully solving the location problem explained by Li Wusheng, Qiaozhi and the others returned to the original inn to prepare for the busy second day.

The next morning, Qiaozhi got up early in the morning, but she didn't expect Qingyue and Qiuyue to get up earlier than her, and there were all kinds of things to comb her hair.

"Miss, it's a big day!" Qingyue was full of interest, "I can't let you comb your hair indiscriminately." ”

Okay... Pretty resigned herself to her fate, she sat down on the dressing stool and let the two little maids play with her hair. Actually, since the last time the two of them beat their legs in the carriage, Qiaozhi felt that although the ancient system was a little more evil and the old society was a little worse, they must have accepted this setting, really... It smells so good!

Ah, this era when clothes come to reach out and food comes to open mouths!

After combing his hair, he found all the documents such as customs clearance documents that he should carry, got into the carriage and called the chef and Xiao Er of the restaurant, and went to the yamen.

It may have coincided with the peak of second-hand trading, and the yamen was full of people waiting in line to handle it. Qiaozhi followed behind Chef Fang, and waited in line for about an hour before it was her turn.

Because Qiaozhi is not from Yanling, she needs to go to the main register to register her household registration first, and the main register in charge of household registration has a talkative face, and asks her softly if she wants to be a customer or a business.

Qiaozhi Road, of course, is a business membership. The master bookkeeper smiled with a brush and recorded it for her.

The terms "customer" and "business registration" sound familiar, but they are actually a kind of management method for the population in ancient times. Civilians who go to another city to live temporarily for more than six months will be classified as customers, and the original household registration will still be retained, and if you open a shop in this place, if the store is large enough, you can apply for business registration, and with this status, you can legitimately participate in some local official 'business meetings' and the like, and the tax will be reduced accordingly.

With the preferential tax treatment and the blessing of business meetings, coupled with the advanced service consciousness from Hyundai, Qiaozhi is full of confidence in her future career.

After getting the household registration, the next transfer of the deed went much smoother, and the main book responsible for loading the deed prepared the contract for them, read it again, and then handed it to them.

Chef Fang and Qiaozhi looked at it carefully again, and found that there was no problem, so they each printed their handprints.

After signing, the main book took out the official seal and blew the brush print. Qiao Zhi took out the silver ticket that had been prepared a long time ago and handed it to the master bookkeeper, who took the silver ticket with one hand and handed it to Chef Fang, who was waiting next to him, and handed the new title deed back to Qiao Zhi with the other hand.

In this way, the restaurant officially changed hands. Chef Fang folded the silver ticket and put it into his close-fitting clothes, and hugged his fist joyfully towards Qiaozhi: "I wish the shopkeeper a prosperous business!" Xiao Er added a sentence next to him: "I hope that the shopkeeper will take us to make a lot of money as soon as possible!" ”

... Qiaozhi suddenly felt that the more than three hundred taels seemed to be too much.

Go back to the restaurant and clean up. Qiaozhi sat at the counter, supported her chin and began to think about how to renovate the restaurant, so as to change the decline of the past and usher in the peak of customer flow.

"Bai Daxia, do you think I follow the rules of the former boss, upstairs to have a pantry that literati like, and downstairs is a place where chivalrous warriors like you eat meat and drink wine?" Qiaozhi turned her head and asked Bai Jian, who was sitting next to her.

"Hmm..."Bai Jian's fingers knocked on the edge of the table, his face full of hatred that iron is not steel, "I said Miss, Miss Yu... Do you know why that boss keeps losing money? ”

Forehead...? This seems to be true.... Pretty was silent.

Seeing Qiaozhi silent, Bai Jian sighed twice, and bent her finger to knock on the table, although she knocked on the table, Qiaozhi felt that the finger was originally aimed at her head: "I saw that you and Chef Fang were in full swing before, I thought you knew it very well." The reason why that boss went bankrupt and ran away was because of your idea! ”

Seeing that Qiaozhi was still confused, Bai Jian snorted and continued to popularize science: "Those literati have a sour stomach, you only know that people love elegance, why don't you want to think about whether people who love elegance can accept the noise downstairs?" People sip tea slowly in the curtain, chanting sour poems; Downstairs eating meat and punching loudly, do you think this is appropriate? ”

Well, it seems to be .... Not quite a good look.

Seeing that Qiao Zhi had an understanding, Bai Jian continued to make persistent efforts: "It's noisy downstairs, and it's elegant upstairs." How do two completely different styles merge? The chivalrous warriors downstairs looked at the soft incense tent upstairs, drinking wine and eating meat, wouldn't they feel inferior? Why can those sour literati go upstairs to the private room?"

Forehead... It's so resentful...

Qiaozhi looked at Bai Jian's appearance and cautiously asked for help: "Then what does Bai Daxia think, how about choosing only the knights of the rivers and lakes?" The private room upstairs has also been changed to the way the heroes like? ”

Bai Jian nodded, looking teachable.