The son-in-law of a prosperous family

Manager Wang's rhetoric failed, so he could only run to the kitchen to tease Zhao Yunchuan, looking servile: "Oh, Brother Chuan is really amazing, the six dragons all want you to be the boss, you are really good at winning people's hearts, tell me so I can learn from you."

This communication skill is really amazing.

He needs this ability more than Zhao Yunchuan.

Zhao Yunchuan was speechless. How could he win people's hearts? He just had a strong fist.

But he didn't say it because he had to save face.

"Success?"

When this was mentioned, Manager Wang burst into laughter.

"It's done, it's done. The hall of Tongfu Restaurant was smashed. There were so many people and it was chaotic. You smashed a plate, I smashed a bowl, and they didn't know who to ask for compensation. And that bastard was beaten up. He deserved it!"

He refused to compensate and refused to admit that he broke anything.

What can I do in the end? I can only swallow this loss in silence.

"It will probably take a month or so to rectify this." Steward Wang was in a good mood: "I think they won't dare to do these crooked things again in the future."

After work in the afternoon, Zhao Yunchuan moved a table to the corner door, wiped it clean, and asked Wang Hu to help move a chair. As a result, Wang Hu brought a stool.

There are no stools and no chairs.

What if Huai Ge'er feels uncomfortable sitting there and wants to lean back?

"No chairs?"

Wang Hu scratched his head: "There are no extra chairs."

The chairs in the hall cannot be moved. If guests want to sit, they can only move the chairs upstairs. The place with the most chairs upstairs is the study, with a total of six chairs.

"Can't the study room be moved?"

Wang Hu shook his head: "That's something I have to talk to the manager about." Besides, the six chairs were arranged in groups of two, very symmetrical. Moving one down would make him feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Yunchuan went to see Manager Wang in person. Manager Wang looked at him with loving eyes, as if he was looking at a lucky doll. He had no objection to such a small matter.

"Move it. One chair is not enough. You can move two."

"One is enough."

Huai Ge'er only has one butt.

"By the way, what did you say to your husband about us becoming sworn brothers?"

Zhao Yunchuan remembered what happened yesterday, and he rubbed Fang Huai's chest.

"Brother Huai, someone wants to become my sworn brother."

Fang Huai said lazily: "Are you the older brother or the younger brother?"

"According to age, I should be the younger brother, but... I want to be the older brother."

The younger brother is under the control of the older brother, and the older brother can control the younger brother.

"Sworn brothers are usually based on age, so it may not be realistic for you to be the older brother."

Zhao Yunchuan agreed very much, and occasionally made circles on Fang Huai's chest with his fingers. He was a little sad: "Do you think I agree or not?"

"Whatever you want." Fang Huai grabbed the hand that was making trouble: "Don't move."

"Hehe, you just want to move around!"

The two of them soon got into a fight.

"Hey! Come back to your senses! Your saliva is flowing!"

Steward Wang waved his hand in front of Zhao Yunchuan's eyes and said, "What are you thinking about? Does your husband agree?"

Zhao Yunchuan wiped the corner of his mouth: "Brother Huai said to follow me!"

"Do you agree or not? If you agree, then we can swear an oath of blood. If you don't agree, forget it!"

An alliance based on blood?

"Do I have to cut my hand and let the blood drip?"

Steward Wang looked at him like an idiot: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Becoming sworn brothers is not something you can just say casually. It requires a ceremony. Only when you drink each other's blood and have the same bloodline can you become sworn brothers."

Zhao Yunchuan couldn't accept the idea of ​​drinking blood. First, he felt it was a bit disgusting, and second, he felt it was unhygienic.

There are many diseases that can be transmitted through blood, okay?

Zhao Yunchuan asked again: "Do we still need to swear that we can die on the same day, month and year instead of being born on the same day, month and year?"

That won’t work. Manager Wang is much older than him.

"You know all this?" Manager Wang patted Zhao Yunchuan on the shoulder and said, "You have a lot of brothers?"

Zhao Yunchuan spoke the truth: "I know of eleven half-brothers. I don't have much affection for them. They are not as important as my friends."

As he said this, he secretly glanced at Manager Wang.

Manager Wang's expression was hard to describe. It took him a long time to utter, "Is your father a kind of person?"

So fertile?

Almost catching up with the breeding pigs...

Zhao Yunchuan ignored this question and said, "So don't be my brother. In my heart, friends are more important than brothers."

Most importantly, he really didn't want to cut and drink blood.

The weather is hot now and wounds are prone to inflammation. Ancient medical care is backward, and he still wants to live a good life.

Manager Wang was not upset at being rejected. After all, sworn brotherhood is something that is mutually agreed upon. He still smiled and said, "Okay, then we are not brothers, but friends, good friends!"

"Can!"

At the dinner table that evening, Zhao Yunchuan announced the idea of ​​selling ice cream.

Everyone in the family is very happy.

Bai Guihua was unsure: "Can this ice be sold?"

Fang Dashan had seen more of the world than Bai Guihua, after all. He vowed, "It will definitely sell, and the price of ice is not cheap. Generally, only rich people use ice."

"Dad is right, and the cost of making ice is very low, almost zero, so what ends up in our hands is pure profit."

The water was drawn from the well and the saltpeter was picked up from the mountains.

Apart from the hassle, the cost of investment is zero.

"But there is one thing: the method of making ice cannot be leaked. Once it is leaked, the ice will be worthless."

Things are more valuable when they are rare.

"This is natural, we all understand."

Bai Guihua asked again: "Should we make ice at home or at Laiyuelou?"

"At home." It's inconvenient to go to Yuelou because there are so many people around. Chef Li is still thinking about his cola recipe.

"Dad and Mom, Brother Huai, this is what I think." Zhao Yunchuan expressed his thoughts: "We get up early to make the ice and transport it on a tricycle. Brother Huai will sell the ice while I work. We can sell it in the morning. The sun is not strong in the morning, so the ice can last longer."

Everyone nodded in agreement, thinking this method was feasible.

"What about the soap business?"

The soap business was very good. Almost all the grocery stores in the town would purchase goods from them. In addition, there were also some caravans and peddlers from other places.

Fang Huai went to town to sell ice, so he didn't have much time to make soap.

"It's not that difficult. Your father and I are not too old to work. You two can go to town to sell ice cream, and your father and I will sell soap at home."

Fang Dashan nodded.

The family agreed on this.

Before going to bed at night, Zhao Yunchuan started wagging his tail again.

Fang Huai: ...

Can't you really take a day off?

"Not today, really not. I have to get up early tomorrow morning."

"Good Huai brother, just once!"

Fang Huai refused firmly: "Not even half a time, or I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

Zhao Yunchuan can toss and turn until midnight once, smiling.

"Is it really impossible?" Zhao Yunchuan looked aggrieved, like a puppy.