The spring rain is Xiaoxiao and the rain is resting, and in the morning in Beijing, some people are still drunk and lying on the knees of beauties, but some people have already pulled the bellows and sold stubble after stubble of morning food.

Even the waterwheel alleys, which are usually sparsely populated with pedestrians, are crowded and sell a lot of breakfast. After all, Waterwheel Alley is the closest place to the Grand Canal. In order to get work earlier, some porters do not hesitate to spend an extra ten cents to fill their stomachs first.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, when the ice breaks through and several huge cargo ships loaded with goods from the south slowly dock on the docks, and thousands of porters continue to carry the goods down.

From February until November, cargo ships from the Southland will continue to bring in a steady stream of goods. In other words, you can do business for ten months by relying on the wharf.

What happened to make Watermill Alley so depressed?

No matter how tired his brain was and how tired his body was, Qin Xiangxiang struggled to get up.

The foot shop is about to open, but the store has not yet been placed. In Dasheng, although a foot shop of her size is not of any grade, it has to be filed in Kaifeng Mansion, otherwise how can it be taxed?

There were a lot of things in his mind, Qin Xiangxiang leaned on the head of the bed, his dizziness eased for a while, and when he got out of bed, he freshened up with cold water, and suddenly sobered up a lot.

The little lady in the mirror, with bruised eyelids and a pale face, was not stunning in the first place, but now it is even more unsightly. Qin thought about it for a while, took out the lipstick that he hadn't used for a long time, took a sip, and slapped his cheek hard, so that he had half a point of blood.

He slapped his cheek hard, but he coughed again.

coughed for a while, and the half of the blood was gone.

She had to pick a not very plain, some goose yellow skirt to wear, and carefully traced her eyebrows, and picked a velvet flower of the same color from the makeup box to insert it, and the person in the mirror was finally a little more vivid.

Qin wanted to get out of the door, and it was still quiet outside.

Moving late at night, the old, weak, sick and disabled are extremely tired.

Yes, you have to make your own breakfast.

Qin Xiangxiang didn't wake anyone up, he rolled up his sleeves, and made a fire to boil water, licking the bottom of the pot with his tongue of fire, and finally there was a little more warmth in the stove.

When Qin Xiangxiang kneaded the noodles, the red sleeves quietly entered the stove room: "Good morning, big lady." Big lady, come and light the fire. ”

Qin Xiangxiang glanced at the red sleeves, a beauty is a beauty, and after a long rest, people have red lips and white teeth, and there is no damage to the slightest beauty.

"Okay."

Qin Xiangxiang used the existing ingredients to make flat food that is easy to melt, made more than 20 soft and fragrant scallion pancakes, and boiled a pot of spicy soup.

He also instructed Red Sleeves to stew a pot of porridge on a small red clay stove. After all, there are still two seriously injured patients, and this porridge must be boiled.

While the red sleeves were washing rice, Qin Xiang wanted to move the fire to the small stove, but the red sleeves stopped her: "Big lady, you can rest first, you are still sick, and the slave maid is still coughing when she hears you." You should have asked the doctor to prescribe some more medicine for you last night. ”

Qin thought about it and said, "I'll go to Kaifeng Mansion later, and then I'll talk about it after passing through the medical hall." ”

She couldn't be idle at all, so she took a small bamboo basket that was washed, stacked more than ten scallion pancakes in it, put a few bowls and chopsticks, covered them tightly with cloth, and found a clay pot, poured more than half of the spicy soup inside, sealed it tightly, and also put it into a bamboo basket that prevented falling.

Red Sleeves was really smart, and asked Qin Xiangxiang in a low voice: "But do you want to send it to Mu Langjun and them?" ”

Qin Xiangxiang didn't guard against the red sleeves, and nodded: "They live next door." ”

The house next door is also an uninhabited and dilapidated house.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

A few men next door got up in the morning and quietly boxed, absent-minded, swallowing stubble after stubble.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

Yao Erlang secretly looked at his young master, the young master's face was calm, and his boxing was still so good-looking, and he was not attracted by the fragrance at all. The young master is indeed the young master.

The boxing practice was almost finished, and when he finally collected his breath, a good-looking face suddenly appeared from the wall.

Yao Erlang recognized that this was the best-looking maid with red sleeves next to Mrs. Qin.

This wall is quite high, how did the red sleeves climb up?

The red sleeves beckoned to Yao Erlang, Yao Erlang glanced at the young master, the young master bowed slightly, Yao Erlang hurriedly ran over: "What do you have to say about the little lady?" ”

Red Sleeves lifted a bamboo basket covered with a blue cloth and only smiled: "Next!" ”

Yao Erlang caught the bamboo basket, and the moment the bamboo basket entered his arms, it was fragrant.

"And." Red Sleeves lifted another bamboo basket.

Zhu Saburo hurriedly ran over and caught the bamboo basket.

The red sleeves are neat and neat, and the person disappears after throwing things.

When the cover of the bamboo basket is lifted, there is a fragrant scallion pancake and a small paper roll.

Yao Erlang respectfully sent the small paper scroll to Mu Ting.

On a small scroll of paper: "Once the food money is collected, we will never break our promise." "The words are written crookedly, and they are not very good-looking.

Mu Ting raised his eyebrows, this lady Qin is very interesting.

His men all looked at him with longing on their faces.

"Eat." As soon as Mu Ting spoke, although the men under his command were hungry, they still divided his share politely, and only then did they eat all the remaining food.

Mrs. Qin's craftsmanship is not bad. If you don't have other skills, and you can't marry a lover, you can temporarily open a foot shop to make a living, and you can be regarded as an independent and self-reliant little lady.

Mu Ting thought to himself.

Dasheng always encouraged merchants to open shops, and Qin Xiangxiang and Red Sleeves were treated politely in the Kaifeng Mansion. Although they were two little ladies, the little officials did not show contemptuous eyes. After all, Kyoto's prosperity doesn't just depend on men. There are many prostitutes in Kyoto who make money with their beauty, but there are many young ladies who earn money with their labor. What's more, like the foot shop opened by Qin Xiangxiang, it is thirty taxes and one, and the government has money to earn, so why not do it?

But when he heard that the restaurant was opened in the alley of a waterwheel, the stamped official was a little regretful, but soon disappeared.

Qin Xiangxiang asked very clearly, their foot shop could make their own wine, but the koji had to be purchased from the government. And the government gave the koji to Tianxianglou again, Qin Xiang wanted to buy koji, and he had to go to Tianxianglou.

The koji is not cheap, and the grain for winemaking is also a big expense in the early spring, Qin Xiang thought about it again and again, and finally decided not to make wine for the time being.

Let's get the name of the foot shop out first.

Qin Xiangxiang led the red sleeves, got into a bookstore that looked very high-end, and spent two hundred dollars to buy an invitation card that looked very high-grade.

This invitation is addressed to Nangong Wenyue.

Qin Xiangxiang didn't write it himself, and it was still written in red sleeves.

Qin thought about it carefully: "You just write, the east wind is powerless to roll up the clouds and snow, and the rain will see the little lotus in the sky." ”

Red sleeves wrote according to his words, and finally fell into the name of the Qin family's restaurant.

But in the waterwheel alley, the signboard of the Qin family's restaurant has not yet been hung up.

Qin Xiangxiang said: "When I go back, hang it, hand over the invitation card and hang the plaque at the same time, so it's just right." ”

The bookboy in the bookstore is also responsible for helping to deliver invitations, running errands for fifty dollars at a time.

After handling this matter, Qin Xiangxiang led the red sleeves to shuttle through various markets and bought a lot of ingredients.

Just to feed the dozen or so people in the family, it costs a lot of money every day.

The money bag that Qin thought about was visibly deflated with the naked eye.