Su Yan fetched water to wipe his face in distress, and whispered: "I don't really want to eat either, don't give in to me." ”

"You're my daughter-in-law."

Qin An already had some grievances in her heart, and she would get these foods if she wanted to, and it didn't take much effort.

But his daughter-in-law feels sorry for him every time.

He took the handkerchief, rubbed his neck rudely, and then wrung it out and put it on the rope.

After that, I started to push the tofu.

It was past noon for lunch, and there was no table here, so the two of them sat on the threshold of the hall with bowls.

Is there anyone passing by outside the yard.

Seeing that the man didn't have a Tsubaki bud omelette, she took half of it from the bowl and gave it to him, "I asked the aunt next door that there was a few pieces of land to sell here, just across the river." ”

"It's a quarter of an hour's walk, but it's not far, and when you're free, you can take a look, and we'll buy it and grow vegetables to eat."

Nowadays, there are still vegetables, and when there is no water in the hot weather, there are fewer people selling vegetables.

You can eat more or less by growing something at home.

"Okay, I'll go see it in the afternoon." Qin An came back with another half, and motioned for her to eat by herself.

There was a noisy sound next door, and the two looked up to see that seven or eight people were removing the tiles, which was not something that ordinary people could afford.

Although the two of them were a little surprised, it was not their own business, and the two of them were not at ease, and after eating, the two began to work again.

The sun went down in the middle of the bang, so I cleaned up a little and went back to the shop.

When I passed by the vegetable fragrance shop, I saw a few big characters of pimple soup written on the wooden board.

Su Yan thought of something, stopped, and took Qin An's hand, "Go inside." ”

As soon as the two of them entered, the owner of the vegetable fragrance shop saw it, thinking that they were here to inquire about the pimple soup in their shop, and their faces were a little ugly.

But you can't kick them out in front of so many people.

Su Yan walked up to him and said politely: "Boss, it's convenient to say a few words?" ”

The proprietor hesitated, but still led them to the box in the attic, and he closed the wooden door.

Just as he was about to ask them what they were doing, he heard the young woman say, "Let's talk about a business, the proprietor should know that the pimple soup sells well, and our family is short of money recently, so we can sell the recipe to you." ”

"Fifty taels, we won't sell pimple soup in town."

If someone robs a business, it is better to take the initiative to talk about business, so that you can make a lot of money.

I didn't expect them to come to sell the children, the owner was slightly stunned, and faintly moved, although some people came to eat pimple soup these days, but the taste was a little worse, and there were not many people today.

"Fifty taels is too much, and we won't be able to earn that much for months."

"They are all in business, and we know in our hearts that we can sell more or less pimple soup for more than one or two taels of silver a day, and we can earn more than half a tael of silver in addition to flour."

The woman looked soft and weak, but she spoke very shrewdly, and she added, "You can earn a dozen taels of silver a month, and fifty taels of silver will come back in half a year at most." ”

"The owner knows in his heart how cost-effective it is, and when people come to me to eat pimple soup, I will directly say that I will eat at your house, and there will be many guests when they come and go."

She was right, otherwise they wouldn't be blushing, and the owner gritted his teeth and said, "I can't be the master, I have to go back and ask my mother-in-law, and I'll talk back to you later." ”

Hearing this, Su Yan didn't say anything more, nodded and followed Qin An out of the shop, and when she was farther away, she took his arm and whispered slyly: "I don't sell pimple soup, I sell dumplings." ”

If you want to share her business, there is no way.

She still has to support her family.

And she still doesn't have such a good temper, and she can swallow her anger when she is robbed of business.

If he robs, she can naturally rob it.

……

ps: Is there anyone else, raise your hand, haha, did I run away from my scumbag?

(End of chapter)