Farmer's Favorite

Zhuang Xinyan returned home with the charcoal cake in his arms, and before he entered the door for a while, he walked out with an aggrieved expression on his face.

When he saw his little husband, he didn't even say a word. That bastard, Charcoal Cake, actually knew how to complain and pretended to be pitifully wronged. His fate was that he was kicked out by his little husband in the blink of an eye. .

Zhuang Xinyan thought.

You really can't spoil a son of a bitch, and if you continue to spoil him, you will really have no status.

As soon as Zhuang Xinyan left, Lin Qi pointed at the chin of the charcoal cake and said seriously: "If you make trouble again, you will be fined without bones."

Charcoal cake whimpered, her eyes were wet, she was extremely pitiful.

"You can't pretend to be pitiful." Lin Qi pinched its ears and continued to teach: "Look at your mother, she goes out to find food by herself, and you have to be brought to her mouth, which makes him unhappy and stops serving you. , I won't get used to you."

Holding the soft ears in his hands, Lin Qi wanted to laugh seeing the pitiful appearance of Charcoal Cake.

There are quite a few people who keep dogs in the village, but charcoal cake is the only one who gets the best treatment.

Who raises a dog with bones and minced meat?They all searched for food by themselves, and absolutely no one served them.

After all, for the people in the village, even if their own family can't eat a meal of meat on weekdays, how can they be willing to give it to the dog? Even when he saw the food prepared by his man for the charcoal cake, he was very surprised.

The pain in the flesh is the pain in the flesh, but seeing the cuteness of the charcoal cake day by day, he can gradually accept it.

However, Lin Qi didn't know why, Zhuang Xinyan was better than Charcoal, but Charcoal always liked to 'bully' Zhuang Xinyan, he was really a bad guy, thinking this way, the strength in his hands increased slightly, and he pinched Its waist picked up the charcoal cake and kneaded it in its arms.

And Zhuang Xinyan who went out, after much deliberation, he finally figured it out, this bastard Charcoal cake is definitely a scheming dog!

"Zhuang Xinyan come in quickly, he's here to find your Uncle Lin, he's at home." Mrs. Zhou was going to feed the pigs, but just happened to see someone by the door, and hurriedly summoned him.

Zhuang Xinyan entered the door, said a few words to Mrs. Zhou, and then walked towards the main room.

At this time, Village Chief Lin was really smoking dry tobacco and roasting on the fire, looking extremely leisurely.

But yes, at this time in the past, he had to worry that the people in the village would not have enough food and clothing, and that they would not have a good year. Now everyone in the family is beaming with smiles, and even many people have come to talk to him. At the end of the day, I plan to expand my house.

Even he has this plan.

Xishan Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. There are pitifully few fields, but there is a lot of wasteland.

It is perfect for building a house.

It's just that, no matter how much wasteland there is, the really good positions will be gone if others take them up.

Some people even planned to be adjacent to Zhuang Xinyan, but these people's plans were too late. Zhuang Xinyan had already fenced off the land near him.

Village head Lin thought, this is also good, save time to give it to this person and that person will not do it, and give it to that person and this person will not agree.

He was half lying on the back of the chair, and Village Chief Lin said: "Why do you have time to look at me, an old man, because you don't even want to go out."

Zhuang Xinyan smiled and said: "It happens to be fine, I plan to discuss something nice with you."

"Oh?" Village head Lin became interested. He doesn't have to believe what others say. Even if he hasn't heard what the person in front of him says, he knows it must be a good thing: "Tell me."

Zhuang Xinyan then told about the establishment of the book school.

Village head Lin's eyes lit up when he heard it, and his mind was immediately moved.

There hasn't been a scholar in their village in the past hundred years, and there are only a few people who can read and write.

The reason why he was able to become the village chief was because he took advantage of being able to read. Even if he didn't know much, compared to others, it was a rare opportunity for him to read more.

If possible, he really hoped that the children in Xishan Village would live a good life outside the village, instead of being looked down upon by others.

He thought for a while and said, "That's the reason, how do you say to add up?"

Zhuang Xinyan said: "I have to trouble you to run a few times first to ask the village chief whose children plan to study. If the number of people is really large, we will circle a piece of land in the village and wait for the spring to come out in the village. Donate money, donate energy, as for the master, I will ask someone to pay attention to it."

"Okay, okay, the place is easy to talk about, the school is easy to talk about, and I am really embarrassed about the matter of the master. With your words, I feel relieved." Village head Lin felt at ease immediately, and he planned to ask now. Exactly how many people have this idea.

Zhuang Xinyan chatted for a few words, then took his leave and left.

He promised the matter of his master because it was actually not difficult.

There is a book school in the village, but reading still needs to be done. The more people there are, the more they accumulate.

Not all scholars in the world don't need to worry about money, as long as they pay more attention, they will be able to find a suitable teacher.

When Zhuang Xinyan returned home, he saw an unfamiliar carriage at the door of the stove house, and he stepped forward without much hesitation.

Lin Qi was worrying at this time, when he saw someone coming, he immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice, "This is a merchant from Xingcheng. He heard that we sell salted eggs here and wanted to buy them. He wants a large quantity. , I couldn't make up my mind for a while, so I waited for you to come."

Zhuang Xinyan nodded slightly, then went up to meet him.

The person who came was not very old, so he also took a step forward, clasped his fists and said: "Ren Rong in Anyuzhai, the downstream city, heard that this is where the salted eggs are produced, so I want to discuss some cooperation matters with Mr. Zhuang. .”

Zhuang Xinyan was not surprised that someone would come to his door.

Not to mention long-term plans, but in a short period of time, there is still a market for salted eggs.

Moreover, with such a vast territory, as long as it is not fully covered, there is no need to worry about selling it.

Therefore, as long as people with foresight, they will pay attention to this fresh food and find them here.

However, Zhuang Xinyan said, "I'm just a small business. There's no need for cooperation. If you want to buy it, just buy it. It's just that the current quantity is not much, and I can't produce large quantities."

Ren Rong Shen Ling, nodded, and asked for five thousand salted eggs.

The money was paid and the goods were delivered, but it was only a blink of an eye.

Zhuang Xinyan even said: "The villagers in our village will go to Xingcheng to sell them. If you need them, you can buy them directly. The price is the same, so you don't need to travel so far."

Like flower cakes, he also sells salted eggs to people in other villages, but the price is the same as that sold by people in the village, so he said this.

However, Ren Rong said: "This place is not far from Xingcheng, and we also have branches in other places of Anyuzhai, so it just happens to be your turnaround, so there will be no delay."

After finishing speaking, he bent slightly and said with a smile: "Of course, the most important thing is that I can get a lot from Mr. Zhuang, and there is no need for me to collect some scattered ones."

Zhuang Xinyan also nodded, as if he understood.

But at this time, Lin Zhili rushed over quickly. When he saw the people around Zhuang Xinyan, his face changed suddenly, and he rushed forward and said, "Master Ren, you are here, why don't you go?" Find me, my house is not far away."

While saying this, he couldn't help looking at his carriage, seeing the salted eggs placed on it, feeling anxious.

Back then, he was too lazy to run back and forth between the city and the village for the sake of quick time, so he let this Young Master Ren come to Genshan Town, and then he bought salted eggs from Zhuang Xinyan, and then sold Young Master Ren in the town , not only can earn money, but also doesn't have to travel all the way, which saves a lot of trouble.

But how could he have imagined that this Young Master Ren would go directly to the village and buy so many salted eggs from Zhuang Xinyan.

You know, this should be the money he earned.

When Lin Zhili was talking, he even gave Zhuang Xinyan a glance, and made it clear that he was reminding the people around him and Zhuang Xinyan that this Young Master Ren was his guest.

And how could Zhuang Xinyan next to him not see it.

But he never thought of letting go.

In other words, he had expected the current situation a long time ago.

If someone came directly to him for business, bypassing the people in the village, he would never refuse.

After all, business is business. Even if he had the intention of taking care of the villagers, he never thought of giving up the money delivered to his door. If that was the case, then Zhuang Xinyan would be a fool.

Moreover, sooner or later, the people in the village will let customers come to pick up the goods directly because of laziness, convenience, etc., but these customers come to him directly for other reasons, so he will not push people away , how to sell or how to sell.

What I didn't expect was that this happened so quickly.

Seeing that no one responded to his words, Lin Zhili couldn't help but become even more anxious. He rubbed his hands and stepped forward: "Master Ren, didn't you say you want to buy my salted eggs? See how much you want?"

Ren Rong laughed, and said, "It's good that I want to buy salted eggs, but I never said in whose hands I want to buy them."

Lin Zhili's face immediately changed. He turned his head and looked at Zhuang Xinyan pleadingly. He said, "Look at this..."

Zhuang Xinyan also smiled, and he said: "Whoever buys from me, I will naturally sell. Could it be that there are also businessmen who push customers away?"

These words were not only spoken to Lin Zhili, but also to other people.

In fact, there are two main reasons for Zhuang Xinyan's current approach.

First, such a good thing as money delivered to the door is very small. Although he is an exception, it is because he has fresh food recipes in his hands. Others want to sit and wait to collect money, but they really don't have the ability for the time being.

In order to be cheap, the business was brought to the village.

But those who have brains will only abandon them and come to him.

The reason is the same, and it is also because what he holds in his hands is the recipe for food. Even if the purchase price is the same, these people are naturally willing to deal with the original person, or even make a good relationship.

Second, and the most important point.

To put it bluntly, the villagers of Xishan Village are just ordinary people, not even serious businessmen.

Most people don't have the slightest vigilance against the outside world, and they don't have a solid backer behind them. They can do small businesses, but once the business they take over is too large and they are jealous of outsiders, they really want to do something. No matter what, they have no possibility of parrying.

But he doesn't need to worry about it.

There is Bafang Pavilion in the front and Shi Garden in the back, and now it is under the care of the Yamen of Genshan Town. Ordinary merchants will not easily catch his attention.

Zhuang Xinyan's current thinking is to slowly get in touch with some big merchants in other places, just like Ren Rong today, to be able to make acquaintances, and when the relationship is better, Ren Rong must also take care of him for his sake. He will take care of some people in Xishan Village who are doing business in Xingcheng.

Zhuang Xinyan still remembered what he said to the village chief.

The salted egg business spread out, and every family could build another house in a year.

In fact, as a fresh food, salted eggs were sold at sky-high prices at the beginning. It may be possible, just like Bafang Pavilion. Seeing Shopkeeper Yuan attaching so much importance to it, one can know that the price is definitely not low.

However, Bafang Pavilion can be sold at a higher price.

They can't.

They have no power and power, and before their wings have spread, they can only come cautiously. Once the feathers are broken before they grow, it must be difficult for Xishan Village to turn around again.

So, that's why he fixed the selling price of salted eggs to death.

However, Zhuang Xinyan didn't find anything unexpected, and no one in the village wanted to understand this truth yet.

Moreover, today's matter.

To put it simply, a person suddenly came to him to buy things.

But on the bright side, it is different. At least in Lin Zhili's eyes, he robbed his business, and it was a big fortune. Now Lin Zhili not only lost this big business, but all the money he earned fell into his pocket. , and even Ren Rong, a major client, will be in his hands in the future.

Rubbing the pads of two fingers in the sleeves, Zhuang Xinyan was suddenly curious, what would other people think of this matter?

After all, Lin Zhili's position is the position of other people.

Will you be dissatisfied and complain?

Or, will a seed of jealousy be planted and take root?

I'm really curious, and Zhuang Xinyan is also looking forward to it.