The little husband of the sick prince's family

On the field ridge, the villagers who worked for half a day chatted while eating lunch.

"I eat sweet potatoes every day, and I'm almost turning into sweet potatoes. And these green vegetables, I don't even want to put a little bit of lard, and my face turns green after eating." The man curled his lips and complained. The sweet potato pieces in the bowl were moved to the edge of the bowl. After ten and a half months of hard work, there was no meat or meat, which was simply boring.

The little daughter-in-law next to him was not happy when she heard this. Isn't this because she disliked her, and she was reluctant to put oil in the cooking, and refused to buy meat for the whole family!

Holding the bowl in one hand, she twisted the man's ear vigorously with the other hand and said, "There are still hundreds of catties of sweet potatoes in the field, and no one picks them up in the town. After working hard for half a year, I don't have a penny." Earned, now a bowl of gruel is good, and the government will come down to collect taxes in a few days, you wait to drink the northwest wind!"

They were not the only family in the village who were in this situation. After hearing Du Chunjuan's words, they lost their appetites.It's not a heartless white-eyed wolf. Thinking that in a month or two, there will be a world of ice and snow, there will be no wild vegetables on the mountain, and the whole family will have to starve.

"I can't do that. There are three and a half children in my family. When we can eat them, the village head can't ignore us. Back then, he asked each of our families to grow some sweet potatoes!"

"Yes, there are five children in my family!"

"My big girl has been hungry and thin recently..."

The villagers echoed each other's words and poured bitter water on each other.

"We have to go to the village head and ask him to find a way to help everyone get through this!!!" someone suggested.

"What's the use of looking for the village chief, he can't take care of himself." Du Juan stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"Then what's the matter! Seeing that everyone can't live anymore? Now whose sweet potatoes are sold! What a crime!"

Du Juan cast a disdainful glance at the bystanders who could only blame others and said: "Who said there is no such thing, there is a family in the village who made a fortune silently and secretly sold out all the crops in the field, regardless of whether we people live or die..."

"Who is it?" Everyone turned their heads and looked into the field, trying to find clues.

In the field, the sweet melon leaves grow lush and lush one acre after another, the only one missing from Aunt Song's house.

"Isn't that the land of Song Guihua's family? There are only a few sweet potatoes left?" Someone pointed to the field not far away and exclaimed.

"This Song Guihua is not kind..."

Originally, the situation in everyone's field was similar, and they could find comfort with each other, but now that the problem of Mrs. Song's family was solved, some people began to be dissatisfied.

Seeing that everyone was talking more and more outrageous, Aunt Li, who had a better relationship with Aunt Song, stood up and upheld justice: "Big guy, don't make random guesses, maybe the restaurant in the town took it."

Du Juan clasped his arms around his chest, snorted coldly, and said sarcastically: "It seems that Aunt Song didn't tell Aunt Li that you sold all her sweet potatoes to Brother Yun, and Brother Yun hired someone to peel sweet potatoes for 50 a day. Wen, aunt, you don't even know..."

Aunt Li's face turned green and white after being told.Aunt Song asked her about peeling sweet potatoes, and when she heard that Brother Yun was recruiting, she refused without even thinking about it, but Aunt Song sold all the sweet potatoes to Zou Yun, she did not know.

"Brother Yun? Why does he want so many sweet potatoes?" Wu Tiezhu scratched his head, raising the inner doubts of the villagers.

"The hot and sour noodles he sells in the town are made of sweet potatoes." Du Juan affirmed. The moment she realized something was wrong, she followed Aunt Song secretly, and found that she was pulling dozens of catties every morning while no one was around. The sweet potatoes went to Zou Yun's house.

Therefore, she took advantage of the opportunity to figure out how to make sweet potato noodles. She also made it at home, but without the oil and chili, and the proportion of her seasoning was wrong, the cooked vermicelli was very different from the one she ate in the town. So I stopped thinking...

"Is the hot and sour noodles so profitable? Just buy a few hundred catties of sweet potatoes?"

"I can see that you haven't been to the town these days. Recently, the people in the town seem to be fascinated. There is a long queue every day. You are willing to buy a bowl of Lu Wen. Some people buy 6 to 3 bowls, but the fragrance is real. It smells so far away that my saliva almost drips."

"That's easy. The village is full of sweet potatoes. Zou Yun's family collects some. Wouldn't it solve our urgent need?"

"You have a good idea, no matter how hot and sour noodles make money, and no matter how cheap sweet potatoes are recently, Brother Yun can't buy so much at once."

"Hahaha, that's true."

Seeing that the topic was drifting away, and Du Juan's head was full of black lines, she hurriedly brought the topic back: "Okay, what's the use of shouting here, why don't you guys go to the village chief and let the village chief talk to Brother Yun... ..."

So, a group of people put down their work and went to the west of the village to find the village chief.

……

Here, just as Zou Yun was about to get up and go to the town to buy a shop, he saw the village chief limping over on crutches, followed by a group of villagers, led by the little lady who suspected Aunt Song sweet potato that day.

He opened the fence gate and went up, wondering, "Village chief, who are you?"

The old village head, who had been quarreling at the door of his house for a long time, had a very ugly expression on his face at the moment. He waved his cane and pointed at the person behind him with a beard and a stare. Now, tell Brother Yun what you want." After shouting, the old village felt that his old face was worthless!

"Brother Yun, did you collect all the sweet potatoes from Song Guihua's family? They are all from the same village. You can't look up and look down. You can't favor one person than another, it will hurt the peace of the villagers!!!"

"That's right, Brother Yun..."

Someone started it, and then everyone said something, I shouted something, and chattered, so loud that the magpies on the tree flapped their wings and scared away.

Aunt Song, who lives near Brother Yun's house, is not deaf, so she might not be aware of such a big movement. The faint "sweet potato" and "50 Wen a day" made her feel something was wrong. She hurriedly opened the far door, and caught a glimpse of Zou Yun's gate was crowded with black heads one after another, dumbfounded!

"What are you doing!" Mrs. Song pushed the crowd away, with her hands on her hips, and shouted angrily, as if she was going to eat people, and the crowd fell silent instantly.

Du Juan took a small step forward, and said with a smile: "Ma'am, the folks found out that Brother Yun bought all your sweet potatoes, so they came to ask Brother Yun if he still needs sweet potatoes. There is no malice. Need to be so impatient."

No need to rush? !Aunt Song laughed angrily, Brother Yun kindly helped him, but instead became a sinner in the village, the leader turned to persuade her not to be angry.

She gave Du Juan a cold look, and said to the village chief: "Village chief, what do you think too? Brother Yun only helped my family, so why are you sorry for the whole village?"

The village chief who was named was not so ignorant, he said: "Osmanthus, you misunderstood, the big guy just came to ask Brother Yun if he wanted sweet potatoes, and I didn't mean to blame you." Turning his head again He said to Zou Yun: "Brother Yun, if you have the conditions, please help the villagers. No matter how cheap it is, everyone is willing to sell it. It's better than the one that can't be sold and rots in the field..."

Everyone looked at Yun Ge'er expectantly, nodded and agreed with the village chief's words, as long as they can sell it and earn some money back, they don't ask much...

"There is no other reason to bring a large group of people here, isn't it just to put pressure on Brother Yun by relying on the large number of people?" Aunt Song's eyes flashed a trace of displeasure, and she muttered dissatisfiedly, the old village chief As far as the words are nice, the others are useless, and they are deliberately used every day to point and hit...

Zou Yun originally planned to buy a large number of sweet potatoes in the village, but 60 taels of silver was neither too much nor too little.Putting it on ordinary people, it can take three to five years to save a little money, but when it comes to doing business, it will make people worry!

Rent a shop at the best location in West Alley for at least 50 taels of silver a year to start. Fortunately, the herbal tea shop he likes is at the end of West Alley, and the rent can be reduced by about 20 taels. As for furniture, we will negotiate with the shopkeeper. Buy his tables and chairs, use them as they are, and buy them again when you make money. In this way, you will lose 7 to 8 taels of silver, and the remaining 20 taels, and then hire a helper to decorate the store... Really It’s easy to spend money and hard to make money, Zou Yun sighed, at most he can spend 7 taels of silver to buy sweet potatoes in the village...

Before, he thought it was too simple to open a store, and he thought it was funny to have an awkward fight with brother Lin because of this. If he really had 30 taels of silver in his hand, he would go back to Xu Xiangzi in despair at this moment.

Zou Yun also knew in his heart that 60 taels of silver would be very popular in any pimple nest except West Alley.The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, as long as you carefully promote the shop, control the quality and taste of the ingredients...the business will not be a problem if it continues to be hot.

But there are more opportunities in West Alley, and the rental of shops is rare a few times a year. In the dark, there are still many wealthy businessmen staring at this piece of white fat, salivating.If I give up now, I may not be able to rent such a cost-effective shop in the future.

Oh, is it West Alley?

Or rent one in the original alley?

Qi Lin lowered his eyes and saw the tangled and undecided look on the brows of the little husband, so he cupped his hands and said: "Village chief, the purchase of sweet potatoes involves the interests of many villagers. Allow us to think about it for a few more days." , and give the villagers an accurate reply." After talking, he stared at Du Juan meaningfully.

Locked tightly by the cold razor-like eyes, shocked by the sense of oppression he released, Du Juan's face turned gray, his feet trembled, and he backed up unconsciously.

The words were polite, but at this moment he looked a little displeased, after the pretense of gentleness faded away, his cold attitude kept people away from thousands of miles away.