The Little Lucky Girl

The three were shocked, "We have a second copy?"

I almost died from editing this one book.

"Don't they say that everything is difficult at the beginning? You have already finished writing the first book, so are you afraid of the rest?" Ming Youyou encouraged.

Just keep writing. How can you pay her back if you don’t?

"Yes, we have finally figured out some tricks. It would be a shame not to continue." Lu Tai still liked this kind of fabrication, no, the feeling of creation. The gossip he had accumulated over the years finally came in handy.

Feng Xu doesn't like writing, but he also enjoys the feeling of having his name printed in a book, even though it's just a pseudonym.

Zheng Huan also agreed, "Only when you write a lot can your pen name have influence. For someone like Luo Xiucai, he is his own brand and doesn't need to spend money to build a reputation."

The three people came up with an idea and started discussing it.

Ming Youyou saw that she had nothing to do, so she wanted to sneak out to play. As soon as she went out, she saw Village Chief Guo who came to see her.

"A foreign merchant drank our herbal tea and praised it highly. He wants to buy a house from us. What do you think about this?"

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up. It would be a good idea to buy a house. This kind of business is the most profitable.

"How much is he going to give?" she asked hastily.

"Twenty taels, but I think we can negotiate a higher price." said Village Chief Guo.

The offer was higher than she expected. It seemed that the merchant was not a fool with a lot of money. "Does he have any other conditions?"

The village chief nodded, "Yes, but from now on, this recipe can no longer be sold to others."

She frowned, "Can we use it ourselves?"

Village Chief Guo said: "We can only sell it on the road like we do now. We can't sell it anywhere else, not even in our county town."

Ming Youyou understood that the merchant wanted to completely control the herbal tea business.

Most businessmen are profit-driven. If he spent twenty taels to buy it out, would he sell it at one cent per bowl?

"Second Grandpa, tell him that I won't sell this recipe." After thinking about it, she refused straightforwardly.

"Why don't you come with me? If you have any ideas, give me a wink."

Twenty taels is not a small amount, and Village Chief Guo still wants to keep the child by his side so that he can feel at ease.

An old man and a young boy strolled onto the official road.

It was almost evening and there were fewer pedestrians. A horse-drawn carriage stopped near their tea stall. In the carriage sat a middle-aged man in silk clothes. He was squinting his eyes and drinking slowly from the bowl, sip by sip.

Village Chief Guo whispered, "That's the man who wants to buy the house."

He turned around and asked his son who was watching over the stall, "How many bowls has he drunk? I remember he was holding the bowl like this when I left."

Guo Erlang said, "It's still that bowl. Look at him, he's not just drinking it, he's trying to figure out what's in it."

Village Chief Guo was shocked and looked at Ming Youyou hurriedly and asked, "Do you think he can really figure it out by himself?"

She scratched her head and thought, "Maybe we can tell what herbs are used. Honeysuckle, licorice, lotus leaves are very common, but the proportions are not so easy to figure out."

If it were really that simple, there would be no such thing as a secret recipe.

Village Chief Guo was still a little worried, so he told his son: "If he comes to buy again later, you should tell him that we have sold out. We can't give him any more."

"Oh, Dad, you are so mean. He won't let others buy it for him. Can we just not sell them all?"

Village Chief Guo glared and said, "I don't care about others, I won't sell it to him anyway."

Ming Youyou was delighted when she heard this, "It's okay, Second Grandpa. If he really had this ability, he wouldn't have offered to buy the house with money."

That's true. Village Chief Guo felt a little relieved. "Then I'll go and tell them right away. Send them away quickly so that we don't have to worry."

The old man turned around and regained his demeanor as the village chief. He walked over with a smile on his face, sucking on his pipe, and started chatting with the merchant.

After a while, he put one hand behind his back and made a three gesture.

Guo Erlang was puzzled and asked, "What does my father mean by this?"

"I guess that person offered thirty taels."

Guo Erlang took a deep breath and said, "This is a lot of money. We can build three houses in our village with it. Are you really not going to consider it?"

Ming Youyou felt very heartbroken by what he said, but when she saw the village chief looking at her quietly, she just shook her head at him.

If this man wanted to start a small business of his own, she might have considered it; but he insisted on buying it out, and no amount of money would do that.

The foreign merchant was a shrewd man. When he saw Village Chief Guo looking back frequently, he knew that there was someone else in charge.

He raised his voice and said, "You are a small business, and the business on the official road is enough. At worst, I can let you sell Yuqing County. Other places are out of your reach, so it won't conflict if you let me do it."

"Besides, there is more than one recipe for this herbal tea. I can ask some doctors to work on it and probably come up with a similar one. I just want to save trouble by buying directly from you. I've paid you a lot, and you can't be ungrateful. If I really make it, you won't be able to get such a bargain anywhere else."

This is a bit too much. Buying and selling are voluntary on both sides. If the other party doesn't want to sell anymore, how can you force him to buy?

Farmers hated these twists and turns, and since they were on their own land, Village Chief Guo waved his hand and several strong young men came up. Without saying a word, they scared the merchant away.

Some pedestrians who were taking a break also stood up. They were all from Yuqing County and they wanted to stand by their own people if anything happened.

Seeing that Village Chief Guo and the others were fine, these people sat back down and continued drinking happily.

A young man driving a cart came up to Ming Youyou and said, "I know that merchant. He is not someone you can easily get along with. Be careful that he comes back to take revenge and put your business out of business."

Ming Youyou widened her eyes. How could this person be so bad?

"Brother, do you know how he takes revenge?" She wants to remind everyone.

The young man thought for a moment, "I have heard of some things, such as throwing bugs into the herbal tea when you are not paying attention, saying that there is something wrong with your food; or hiring a few thugs to cause trouble..."

Ming Youyou was stunned when she heard this. Even though her family ran a shop, she had never encountered such despicable tactics before.

Because the commercial street where they were located was full of major taxpayers, the government often sent people to inspect it; and because of her father's relationship with the former county magistrate, no one was so blind as to dare to cause trouble for their family.

So the young man's words opened her eyes, and she happily gave him a bowl of herbal tea to express her gratitude.

The young man couldn't refuse, so he took it and drank it awkwardly, "This tea is really delicious, no wonder my father and my son can't forget it."