"500,000 taels of silver!?" Yang Dong was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that this group of Fanglou would be so profitable.

How long has it been since I did it myself? It only took three or four months to work hard, and in such a short period of time, he earned so much silver.

It seems that the nobles in the capital are really fucking rich! When Luozhou was in disaster relief, they couldn't get any money when they cried poor.

Now on the belly of the little lady, there are more flowers than the other! Who are these people~ Yang Dong complained in his heart for a while, and then continued to speak: "In this way, now that the business of our Qunfanglou has started, the shopkeeper of Cuihua If you continue to stay here, it will just be a waste of your good years." ”

"I have a new business here, do you want to try it yourself?" Hearing this, Cuihua's eyes lit up slightly.

For her now, silver has long become a number, she is alone, and she has long lost her parents.

There is a good one, although he is a beggar, but this old boy does not seem to be short of silver. Therefore, she did not know for a moment what use she had with her money.

On the contrary, the development of her career made her feel an unprecedented freshness and excitement. She even felt that she had lived for so many years before she found the meaning of life.

It's a pity that the start of Qunfanglou was so smooth that she didn't even need to spend any extra effort.

As long as you take care of the relationship with the yamen, Qunfanglou can sit back and relax. So much so that in the past month or so, she has basically become a shopkeeper, and the main content of her daily life is to count silver.

The life of counting silver is so boring and boring. Fortunately, just when Cuihua thought that her life had been boring to the extreme, did she consider finding Hong Lao Liu and making a child, Yang Dong found a new challenge for her.

"Dare to ask the shopkeeper of Cuihua, what are your interests in running a restaurant?"

"Running a restaurant?" Hearing this, Cuihua's cheeks showed a look of disbelief. Although there is also catering in today's Qunfang Building.

But for the catering, Yang Dong did not make any special arrangements. After all, Qunfanglou was originally a market for selling seafood, and catering is a thing that can stutter, as long as it is decent.

But obviously, this time, Yang Dong wants to open a restaurant completely. As for why he had this idea, it was also an accident, which had to mention the breakfast prepared for the empress this morning.

When Yang Dong was preparing breakfast, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his head. He didn't read much online articles in his last life, and the first thing those traversers did was to open a restaurant, and then use stir-fry or something, conquer the world, and make a lot of money.

Although he also created the immortal drunk, but the immortal drunk thing has not made much effort now, of course, the main reason is that he has no energy to pay attention to this business.

However, if you have a restaurant that sells stir-fried vegetables, and if you are drunk with immortals, then this business will be interesting.

And what he knows, not only stir-frying, but also hot pot, barbecue, by the way, and Western desserts or something, all of them are arranged for him.

Anyway, there is basically no shortage of seasonings in Da Zhou now, and if you make it, it is nothing more than a matter of recipe.

And the recipe ...... Yang Dong suddenly thought of the dining room in the palace, speaking of which, the person in charge of the dining room is a person who can do things, and it is not difficult to ask him to do a favor, right?

After silently gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong said to Cuihua seriously: "The restaurant we are going to open this time is not the same as ordinary restaurants. Cuihua nodded, but there was no surprise on her cheeks.

After all, this group of Fang Towers is also the only one in Da Zhou. Yang Gong has always been different in doing things. Even if you open a restaurant, this is naturally the case.

For not shocking Xiaoxiaosheng and Cuihua, Yang Dong couldn't help but feel a little surprised. But he didn't care about this, but said: "Our chef in the restaurant, I will arrange some people from the palace to come and accept it, the internal recipe is the highest level of confidentiality, so confidentiality is the top priority." ”

"Our restaurant, whether we can make money stably for a long time, I will leave it to you, Cuihua shopkeeper." When Cuihua heard this, she immediately nodded eagerly.

"Yang Gong, don't worry, I'm still a little sure about this matter." …… Late at night, outside the capital, in a not very spacious house, Xiaoxiaosheng carried a cloth bag and returned with stars and moons.

At home, it is the son who is not a son and the wife of the chaff. For his wife, Xiaoxiaosheng has nothing to say.

The person who can accompany him through most of his life, although he has done a lot of wrong things and taught his children badly, but what can he do?

After all, all these years have come ...... There is no love, and there is no hate, and it seems that the two people only get used to each other's existence, so they make do with it.

Feeling the coldness of the home, Xiaoxiaosheng suddenly missed the little widow's warm embrace and intimate love words......

"Old thing, why are you back? Is the sun coming out in the west today? The loser glanced at him coldly, then picked up a notebook and continued to eat.

Xiaoxiaosheng's face sank, and he was about to open his mouth to reprimand, but his eyes suddenly froze. All the attention was focused on the script.

I saw that on the cover, there were such a few big characters printed - "Back to the countryside, there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door" Xiaoxiaosheng's eyes couldn't help but light up, this author doesn't know who his surname is, he is so discerning.

This theme is one of Xiaoxiaosheng's favorite themes. Xiaoxiaosheng has always wanted to write, but he has no goods in his head, so he can only go to the theme of knocking on the widow's door at night to find inspiration, of course, he has this inspiration, once he finds it, it will be more than a month...... Seeing that his son was watching with relish, Xiaoxiaosheng's face suddenly changed, and he picked up the soles of his shoes and greeted him directly on the door of his head.

"Bastard, little boy, what kind of messy books are you reading?" As he spoke, he slapped the soles of his shoes and snatched the book with his backhand.

The loser was in pain, covered his head and looked at Xiaoxiaosheng with an angry face,

"You old thing is unreasonable? This is what Lao Tzu bought with his own silver, if you want to see it, buy it yourself! ”

"Calling yourself Lao Tzu in front of Lao Tzu, are you going to rebel against Tiangang?" Xiaoxiaosheng scolded angrily, picked up the soles of his shoes again, and beckoned to the loser's ass.

The prodigal son is now just over sixteen years old, but he has been spoiled by his mother as a thorn. It's a pity that in the face of the fierce smile of the dragon spirit and tiger, he still fell into disadvantage.