Han Laosan was wearing a newly made dress, waiting for his wife to bring Han Beiqing to the house to invite him.

After waiting for a long time, he saw his wife come back alone, and he craned his neck to look behind him.

Puzzled: "People?"

Zhang's tugging at the corner of his clothes, he said, "Let's go...... Gone."

"What? Gone?" Han Laosan smiled angrily, lowered his head and walked out while rolling up his sleeves, sneering as he walked: "You went with someone's car in the village, right?" Can you help her every day?"

He gritted his back molars, looking indignant: "Wait, you will come to me in a few days."

Zhang patted his thigh and said in a hurry, "Oh, what else are you asking for." Then Wang Sanniang will catch the car by herself, and she will pull Han Beiqing away."

"What?!" Han Laosan turned his head sharply and looked at his wife in disbelief: "Will she catch the car? When will you learn?"

"It's said that she has been hiding it from us since she was a child, and her mother's family deliberately hid it from us." Han Laosan looked dazed: "What are you doing without us? Let a woman's family drive a car, what does her mother's family think?"

"Maybe I'm afraid that our family will treat her badly, so I'll keep my hands on it. In case the second brother beats her and scolds her, she will run back to her parents' house in the middle of the night." Zhang pursed his lips and said what he thought. She couldn't think of any other reason.

"Third child, don't be silent. You have something to say." Zhang watched her husband be silent, and her heart was uneasy. stepped forward and said with relief: "If we don't need to catch the car, we won't be in a hurry, that's not a good job." Anyway, the donkey has also been sent back, and in the future, we will live our own lives, and we will stop more."

Zhang had already thought about it, and he understood the weaving patterns that Han Beiqing thought. How much money was hired in the courtyard and when to deliver the goods, this series of processes did not carry her back at the beginning.

"In the future, we will also collect cloth in the village, and we can still make money." Zhang was triumphant: "Don't say anything else, when it comes to weaving in our village, I, Zhang Cui'e, dare to say that no one dares to compete with me for the first."

"Hmph, how much money can you make from that bit of cloth alone." Han Laosan told his wife about Han Beiqing's partnership with the owner of the Bafang Ke Teahouse to do business.

"How did that girl pickle the dried fish? A-Niang doesn't have any special recipes, if she had, she would have taken it out a long time ago." This is what Han Laosan is puzzled about.

"Didn't you hear anything special? The spicy is really delicious, there are more peppers in it, right ......" Zhang slapped his thigh, and Le's eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Yue pepper, Sichuan pepper, these are all there. I'll pick some when I go back, and I can make it. That's not that hard." Zhang is very confident in his cooking skills and believes that he will not lose to a girl.

At the same time, Wang Sanniang, who was galloping on the official road with a donkey cart, looked worried.

"Girl, your third aunt is not a good thing. The dried fish you sell are all beaten by your third uncle, and I will see that she will come out to sell them in the future. I'm afraid it's your way, it won't last long." Wang Sanniang's eyes rolled, and after thinking for a long time, she felt that there was a better way.

"I don't think you can take out one and sell it at the grocery store, because there are many people who come to your grandfather's house to buy things. And your uncle's noodle stall sold out for you casually."

Han Beiqing was dressed as a little scholar, with his back to his mother holding a book in his hand and reading with relish. Hearing his mother's words, he snorted softly.

She had already guessed this situation, she had countless food recipes in her hands, and she would definitely be coveted by the Wang family in the future. It's just that I didn't expect everything to come so quickly, first the third uncle turned his face and then his mother tempted.

"Don't worry, Aunt San, she can't figure out my recipe." The most important thing about the recipe is actually the proportion, just like many people in later generations know the practice of hot pot, how many delicious hot pot bases may be prepared?

Han Beiqing took the girl next door to pick peppers all over the mountains with great fanfare, that is, when he was ready to make money by himself in the future, others would follow suit and imitate it. I'm not afraid that others can do it, but I'm afraid that I can't do it. The taste is not the same, you can downgrade and reduce the price, as long as the price is cheap, you will always make a little money. But if someone else makes a different taste, she's in danger.

"Hmph, you just have a hard mouth. I told you the method, I don't like to use it." Wang Sanniang doesn't dare to scold her daughter now, because she has become really terrible now. The attitude towards her own mother is only a little better than that of the enemy, and sometimes she is even worried that Han Beiqing will suddenly beat her. 、

The mother and daughter soon entered the city, and Wang Sanniang knew about the West Market. The reaction to Xishi was not as obvious as Han Laosan. Instead, he praised Han Beiqing for "having a good brain and knowing where the rich people are."

"The women of the good family don't like to come here very much, but the women of the good family don't have any money in their hands." Wang Sanniang looked at the merchants on both sides of the street in Xishi with an excited face, and her eyes were shining.

"Tut-tut, what the hell is a gold cave. Look, even an ordinary stall on the side of the road is so magnificent."

Wang Sanniang led the donkey cart, passed by a noodle restaurant, and said to the shopkeeper, "Hey, how much is a bowl of Yangchun noodles at your house?"

The interviewer smiled and stretched out two fingers: "Twenty wen a bowl of somen noodles."

Wang Sanniang couldn't help but smack her tongue: "Plain noodles still cost twenty wen, you have a black heart." A pound of flour is only a few dollars, can you use half a pound of noodles for this bowl of noodles?"

The noodle stall master glanced at Wang Sanniang and sneered, "Do you want to go home cheaply? What kind of noodles do you run in the West Market, the West Market is an ordinary fruit, and it is more expensive than the East Market. If you don't have money, don't come here."

Wang Sanniang was scolded, but instead of being unhappy, she excitedly pulled her daughter's sleeve: "Did you hear it, everything here is more expensive than outside." It's really good to do business here, tsk, I'm so warm."

Han Beiqing knew that his mother couldn't stay in the countryside, so he must have a reason to go back to his parents' house in his mind.

She followed Wang Sanniang's words and said, "Ah Niang might as well open a grocery store here, and selling rouge gouache is more profitable than outside."

Han Beiqing snorted at the female branch: "There are so many beauties in Yingying Yanyan, and I don't know how much to use to draw eyebrows and eyes."

"Deal with them?" Wang Sanniang was dumbfounded, her face turned pale with fright, and she lowered her voice and said, "Then do I still have a good reputation? Your grandfather must not break my legs."

"Then sell fruit on this street, isn't it said that it is more expensive than outside?" Han Beiqing didn't want Wang Sanniang to participate in his own business, so he tempted her to go out for a stroll.

"Since A-Niang is here, it's better to take a good look. Look at what is lacking in this western market, and find a way to make a living."

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