The Su family was originally a farmer, and even if they did the work, they were private helpers, so they didn't know the twists and turns between the vendors in Lefeng Town.

But as soon as she saw the thin monkey's words, Aunt Yang also had a nervous and anxious look on her face, and she understood that there might be something in it.

Su Qingluan turned around and said, "Daddy, you and Auntie will look at the stall first, and I'll follow Brother Skinny Monkey to see what's going on." ”

Su Guangfu and Yang were also confused, and only nodded, telling her to be careful.

Su Qingluan had been reminded by the thin monkey on the road of the shady deeds that the "Dong Ji Burrito" had done in private, but when she saw the three big-character signboards of "Dong Ji Juan Wancai" waving in the wind, she was still angry.

She clearly remembered that there was no burrito stand in this position yesterday, which was only twenty or thirty steps away!

Dong Maozhao urged his two men to greet the guests: "'Dong Ji Juan Wancai', it's delicious and more affordable, don't want seven or eight Wen, don't want Wuwen, as long as three Wen, only three Wen!" ”

"Other shops that open burrito stalls are bullied by this surnamed Dong?" Su Qingluan gritted his teeth and asked.

She saw with cold eyes that this burrito was definitely worth more than three cents.

It's just that she also understands that Dong Ji's purpose is not to focus on "affordable" small profits and quick turnover, but to maliciously lower prices, so the Su family stalls, which are similar foods and are very close to each other, will definitely be affected.

The thin monkey has a bitter face:

"I can't afford to mess with it! This surnamed Dong is used to being slippery, and he has never fought and caused trouble, but he just hindered his family's business, and he wants to use such a low-price method to suppress other families. ”

"The government doesn't care?"

"The county magistrate is quite clear, but if the market vendors don't ask for a sky-high price, they don't care."

"What's more," the thin monkey said to the burrito stall, "this kind of ordinary food doesn't have a lot of money, and it's understandable that it can be sold at a cheaper price." ”

To put it bluntly, although Dong Ji is only a small businessman, he has no support behind him, so he doesn't dare to make too much trouble.

But he was slippery and cunning, and happened to take advantage of the loopholes in the rules to maliciously lower prices and suppress similar vendors whose business exceeded that of his family.

This kind of itinerant vendors are all small businesses, but if they have some money, they will lease fixed shops, who will sleep in the open every day?

And Dong Mao heard that he made a windfall in his early years, and he relied on his family background to have the capital to squeeze out the small vendors.

These small vendors either hurriedly closed their stalls and changed their careers, or they stayed away and moved their stalls far enough away to not compete with Tung Kee burritos.

Su Qingluan came back and told his father and mother what happened, and Su Guangfu's angry cheeks twitched slightly: "How can this be?" How so?! ”

He is an honest and wooden character, he just bows his head and works on weekdays, even if he is so angry that his face is pale, he only repeats this sentence back and forth, and he doesn't even scold.

Yang scolded a few words for "killing a thousand knives" and "being struck by lightning", but in the end, she was just a peasant woman, and if she wanted to handle household chores, she was clean and neat, but she was not good at dealing with the shady competition between these vendors.

"That'...... Can't we do this business? Yang's voice trembled a little.

These days, after removing the cost, the Su family has made another six or seven taels of silver, which is almost equivalent to the income of Su Guangfu and Yang's work in the past two years.

Originally, the Yang family also counted on the business to continue, so that they could save a dowry for the eldest girl and the third girl, and save the shackles for the second Zhuang to go to school and the wife for the future marriage......

Thinking that all this was going to be in vain, Yang couldn't help but reddened the corners of his eyes.

However, Su Guangfu looked at the grievances of the Yang family, and persuaded her: "We have also made a fortune these days, although it has ended here, but it is not without a surplus, right?" ”

"Who said 'this is the end of it'?" Suddenly, Su Qingluan's voice sounded.

Su Guangfu and his wife looked at their eldest daughter and found that although her face was angry, she was not anxious, nor did she look discouraged, but her eyes were amazingly bright.

Aunt Yang looked at Su Qingluan stunned: "Little lady of the Su family, ...... are you?" ”

"I want to see how long the 'Dong Ji Burrito' can maliciously lower the price!"

When the thin monkey heard this, he shuddered: "Sister of the Su family, shouldn't you want to lower the price?" ”

He looked back and forth at the dress of the three members of the Su family: the white dresses that had been mended and washed, the cloth shoes that had been worn out badly at the edges, and the traces of hard work on the faces of Su Guangfu and Yang......

All this shows that the Su family does not seem to have the capital of Dong Mao.

"This kind of thing of price reduction will do all kinds of harm but not benefit, and when the time comes, except for his surname Dong, everyone will suffer."

Seeing that everyone was unclear, Su Qingluan knew that it was useless to explain more, and only said: "I believe that the burritos I made with my heart cannot be easily replaced." ”

Why was the previous stall so easily overwhelmed?

To put it bluntly, there is no high threshold for making things like "burritos".

And when the taste is similar, customers naturally prefer the cheaper side.

But there's a big premise here – the taste is pretty much the same.

In the era in which Su Qingluan lived, Mo said that seasonings were much scarcer than modern ones, and even the cooking methods and seasoning methods were relatively primitive.

This makes Su Qingluan invisibly stand on the shoulders of the giant of "time" - the cooking methods and seasoning methods that transcend the times can naturally stimulate the taste buds that have not yet been fully developed in this era.

What's more, Su Qingluan had been trained in very sophisticated cooking techniques even in her time in her previous life, so even if she is currently restricted by factors such as ingredients, cooking utensils, seasonings, etc., casually showing her hand is enough to amaze people in this era.

And......

"Although this burrito seems to be unremarkable, there is something in every seasoning...... "Su Qingluan muttered to himself.

This is like the seemingly ordinary "boiling water cabbage", which naturally does not taste the same as the cabbage boiled in real "boiling water".

"I'll go back as soon as I go." Leaving this sentence, Su Qingluan left.

"What is she going to do?" Aunt Yang was curious.

"My big girl always has a plan, let her go." Su Guangfu sighed and set up a stall step by step.

Yang saw that her husband was in order, and she was at ease.

Su Qingluan turned around and went to "Lane Moxuan", asked the shopkeeper to cut a festive red background sprinkled gold paper, and asked, "Shopkeeper, can you help me write a few words?" ”

Su Qingluan thought that the shopkeeper who bought the four treasures of the study room was usually literate and hyphenated.

He straightened his blue-gray moire deep clothes, stroked his long white beard, and asked with a smile, "What does the little lady want to write?" ”

Su Qingluan said them one by one according to his own requirements, and sure enough, the shopkeeper of "Lane Moxuan" wrote in a chic and elegant manner, which was absolutely extraordinary.

Su Qingluan asked, "Shopkeeper, how much does it cost to tie up the paper?" ”

She knows that there are not many people who can read in this era, and there are even fewer people who can write well, so there is a fee for writing.

I never thought about it, and the shopkeeper clicked on the words on the gold paper: "I don't need to collect money, but what the little lady said above can count?" ”