After a long while, Ah Gui and Fang Juncai came back with a lot of things, all of which were some street food, including fried dough sticks, baked cakes, and a big bowl of tofu brain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother Hong, come, you see if this tofu brain is to your taste. As soon as he entered the door, Fang Juncai raised his voice and put a porcelain bowl on the table.

Actually, Fang Hong wanted to say that when he saw you, he didn't like it. But he had been hungry all night, and he had long been hungry, and when he saw the big bowl of tender tofu brains, he couldn't stand it for a long time.

This tofu brain is very tender, and I cut a whole piece and put it in a bowl. A large bowl of pork bone broth is poured into it, sprinkled with coriander leaves and chopped peanuts, and served with pepper, which is spicy and refreshing.

For the sake of this bowl of food, Fang Hong didn't give Fang Juncai a face, picked up the spoon, scooped up a large mouthful of tofu brain, and poured it into his mouth.

Smooth, tender and fragrant!

Fang Hong ate hula hula, and he shaved half a bowl at once, he was really hungry. Ever since he became a deity, the physical body's need for food has increased, and he feels hungry at every turn.

After drinking half a bowl of tofu brain, he grabbed a fried dough stick directly with chopsticks, tore it in half, soaked it in the soup of tofu brain, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The fritters are freshly fried, and if you eat them dry, you will easily feel greasy, but after soaking them in the broth, they will fully absorb the soup and taste very strong.

Fang Hong ate quickly, like a wind and clouds, sweeping away most of his breakfast. It wasn't until he couldn't eat anymore that he was satisfied with touching his stomach, and the taste of being able to eat a full meal was so comfortable.

After he finished eating, he went to the rice shop. Fang Dayuan asked him to enter the city because he wanted to train him, not to let him eat, drink and have fun, this business always had to be done.

"Young master, this is some of this year's running accounts, you can see if there are any omissions. As soon as he entered the rice shop, Zhao's shopkeeper brought a pile of account books and put them in front of him.

On this first day, Fang Hong wanted to do something good and set an example for the people below. Therefore, he picked up an account book very seriously and looked through it carefully.

It's just that he just turned the first page, and he couldn't turn it anymore, because he found that he couldn't understand anything, and there were all kinds of messy symbols in it, and he dared to guarantee that these characters were definitely not Chinese characters.

"Brother Hong, these are called grass yards, you see this one vertical, it represents one, two vertical and three vertical means two or three, and this fork represents four ......" Fang Juncai saw that Fang Hong was in a daze, so he smiled, stepped forward and pointed and said.

"Yo, you know the ledger too. Fang Hong glanced at the other party with some surprise, but he didn't expect this old boy to understand this.

"Hey, look at what you said, I've been going south and north for so many years, I can't fool around, let me tell you, I didn't get a good opportunity, otherwise I would have been a shopkeeper a long time ago, Brother Hong, look, can I be a shopkeeper under you......" Fang Juncai is definitely the kind of person who can open a dye shop with a little color, and as soon as he praised him, he had to get up.

"Ahem, I won't read this account book, I don't worry about Zhao's shopkeeper's work. Fang Hong snorted, he didn't want to deal with Fang Juncai anymore, what kind of person is this.

In fact, as long as he understands some basic rules in an account book like this, he can understand most of them. There are some other parties who need to reconcile, and he doesn't even need an abacus, and he can come out with direct mental arithmetic.

His thoughts were extremely active, and he could even come out of his body, and his level of calculation was more than dozens of times that of ordinary people, so Fang Hong didn't take this matter to heart.

Besides, Shopkeeper Zhao is an old man who has been with his father for so many years, and Fang Hong can also trust him, this account book can be seen or not.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, my father explained before he came, and asked you to lower the price of rice, you say, how much is the appropriate price to change?" Fang Dayuan did not directly set the price of grain when he came, but asked Fang Hong to discuss with Shopkeeper Zhao himself. In doing so, it is also convenient for Fang Hong to learn something.

"Since the Hongwu year of the Ming Dynasty, the price of grain is basically about one stone and a half, and our Fang's rice shop will reduce the price by two percent in the disaster year, you see, how about this drop to one stone and four hundred Wen?

"Four hundred wen, this is too little, many families don't have the habit of saving money, how about it be reduced to three hundred wen per stone?" Fang Hong knows, after many families in this village have money, they like to buy land or buy some practical things, plus there are not many places that need silver money on weekdays, so they don't have much money on hand.

"Young master, this 400 wen is already considered parity, the master still has to post the carriage and horse fee inside, if it is reduced to 300 wen, the loss is too great. Moreover, if the price is too low, I am afraid that it will cause hidden dangers, and the price of grain in a famine year is too low, it will definitely cause the Quartet to rob, and when the time comes, there will be a problem of less grain and more people. There are many resentful people, and I am afraid that there will be chaos. Shopkeeper Zhao explained to Fang Hong.

It was not unheard of similar things to happen back then, there was a gentry in Changning County, known as Zhou Dashan. In the famine year, he gave porridge and medicine, and once, a large number of homeless people poured into Jiangxi, so he opened a granary and gave porridge to the homeless people.

At first, there weren't too many homeless people, and he could handle them completely. But the good times didn't last long, and the news here spread more and more, many people knew his good name, and more victims rushed over.

Although Zhou Dashan was rich, he couldn't stand such a trick, so he had to stop giving porridge. But those who came after him quit, aren't you a great good person? How come we have no porridge now? As a result, many people have resentment, and when their resentment has accumulated to a certain extent, they rush into Zhou Dashan's house, and not only rob their family of food, but even he himself was trampled to death by the chaotic victims.

After this incident, anyone who does good deeds must be leisurely, otherwise this reputation will not be earned, but he will take his life into it, it will be too unworthy.

"I see, but I was taught. Fang Hong has always been nested in the village, and he doesn't know much about the curves and curves, and when he heard the shopkeeper Zhao say this, he had a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

This world has never been black and white, even if you do good deeds, you have to pay attention to methods, otherwise it will only backfire and even bring disaster to yourself.