In the years of ancient traders

After getting through with the village chief, Song Shu asked Boss Guo to bring over 20 people from the village.

Some of these people came from Qin with Boss Guo, such as Grandma Liu, and some met and joined on the road, such as Accountant Li.Among them, there are quite a lot of men, accounting for almost half, and some of the rest are the wives and children of the men, and there are also widowed women.

Fortunately, there were many vacant houses in Xianghe Village, these people worked together and quickly repaired several of them.They can't do it one by one in a short period of time, but they don't mind. No matter how difficult the day is, it's nothing.

The village head was very fast, and within two days, their household registration was completed, with the stamp of the government office on it.

On the day I got the residence permit, some men shed tears on the spot, and everyone was very grateful to Song Shu.

Song Shu has always been working behind the scenes, and the biggest ostentation he has ever experienced was just a few official accounts who came to interview after the hot search on the farmhouse.Now suddenly more than 20 people, old and young, were grateful to him and kept bowing and bowing. Song Shu didn't know what expression to use in response for a while, so he could only keep telling them not to be too polite.

But just after I finished talking about this one, that one came to thank me again, Song Shufu couldn't even help him, so he looked to Song Anan at the side for help.

Song Anan raised his eyebrows, as if he liked to watch the commotion.

Song Shu winked at him, until he couldn't pretend anymore, then he strode forward, one hand in each hand, to support the old and the young who were about to bend down again.

Song Anan had great strength and kept his eyes straight. When he blocked his left and right hands, the two of them couldn't bend down, which was much faster than Song Shu helping them up one by one.

"You're welcome." Song Anan said.

I don't know if it was because his expressionless face was too scary, but the person who thanked him really stopped.

Song Shu let out a long sigh of relief, and was finally able to speak properly.

"Everyone, I believe you all already know that customers don't divide land. From now on, my soybean oil workshop will be open for operation. If you are interested in working, you can talk to Boss Guo, regardless of gender, over the age of 14."

This plan was worked out together with Boss Guo and accountant Li last night.

The soybean oil shop has just opened, and oil is a necessity. Song Shu plans to take the path of small profits but quick turnover.

Song Shu plans to divide the people into two groups, one group presses the oil in the workshop, and the other group goes out to sell the oil.

Those who extract oil are paid monthly like steamed bun workshops, while those who go out to sell are paid a commission based on the total amount sold, just like sales in later generations.

Song Shu also told these people about the plan, and added: "The oil factory will not give you much wages at the beginning, but it will provide three meals a day and a new dress every season. I dare not say that it will make anyone rich. It’s expensive, but I guarantee that everyone will have food and clothing if you follow me. Of course, if you want to find another way to make a living, I will never stop you.”

"I don't want to find another way, I'll do it with you!" The man who cried bitterly when he got his household registration just now shouted. His surname is Shi, and everyone calls him Shi Sanlang.

"Two meals a day are fine, as long as we can eat enough."

"Song Silang, you gave us this household registration, otherwise I don't know how long I will be a bandit, and I will follow you whatever you want!"

In the crowd, young and old, all responded one after another.

For some reason, Song Shu's nose was filled with acid, and he almost burst into tears.

After calming down for a long time, he and Boss Guo assigned tasks to everyone.Soybean Oil Shop was opened.

Wang Daqian is very distressed recently.

The ancestors of the Wang family were cooks, but in his generation, they started to make a living out of cloth by accident, and they did pretty well.

It was supposed to be a happy thing, but he, Aye, just couldn't get enough of it, and kept shouting day after day, Wang Daqian, if you don't work as a cook, your ancestors' craftsmanship will be ruined. How can I explain to my ancestors when I go down here.

Wang Daqian was wronged. Although he, Aye, inherited his ancestral business and became a cook, but his skills, if he really had the skills, he would not sell cloth.

But old man Wang didn't care, he kept on talking about it day after day.

In fact, Wang Daqian has a small soup cake shop under his command. The craftsmanship is the lowest in Datu County, and it is maintained entirely by the money earned by his cloth shop.

A few days ago, he heard people say that Song Silang's family in Xianghe Village made a kind of soup cake, which was so thin and strong that even Mr. Yang wanted to try it.

And so on?

Wang Daqian was hooked when he heard it.

Look at the Wanghai Tower, which sells the green jade steamed buns made by the Song family every day, and the business is booming. Many merchants he knows have made a detour to Datu County to buy them, and their reputation has spread far and wide.

Look at Mr. Yang again, after buying the brown-tied bed, he somehow got the method from Song Silang. These days, he is preparing for a workshop, which will be built in the suburbs of Datu County.

The workshop hasn't even finished laying the wooden stakes, and the deposit has already been received.

The deposit needs to be consistent, not to mention the money, but also to shake the number.

Mr. Yang said that the business has just started, and there are few skilled masters, so it needs to be issued in limited quantities.

For this reason, those who have no money to buy will also go to the lottery, and the lottery will be auctioned. The lottery that was auctioned just yesterday cost a full five pennies.

Wang Daqian also went to shake it, his luck was really bad, and he was not willing to give up the five pennies, so he had to honestly wait for the next month to fight again.

However, from these things, Wang Daqian saw some truths. In the business field of Datu County, it is not Wanghailou who has the final say, nor is Mr. Yang covering the sky with his hands, but the one who gets the help of Song Silang is the winner.

So, in order not to listen to his father's nagging, Wang Daqian climbed into the carriage and hurried to Xianghe Village.

Song Shu is in the house to settle the accounts, his workshop is getting bigger and bigger, and he really can't be confused. A few days ago, he gritted his teeth and bought the account book, and his heart aches until now.

Fortunately, he was quite satisfied with the income of the steamed bun workshop, and he was finally relieved.

Although the output of the soybean oil workshop is large, the sales outlets are not ideal.

Because of the long-term lack of oil and water, almost no one in the folk can cook, and there are very few other edible oils. As a result, although the oil of Song Shu is cheap, not many people buy it, but the bean cake left after the oil is squeezed is very popular. , Many people took it to feed pigs and fatten the field.

After these few days, the beans stored by the Song family were almost used up, and Song Shu was wondering whether to buy beans or slow down production.

Before he could figure out why, someone called him outside.

Song Shu came out to have a look.

This short and fat middle-aged man in front of him seems to have seen it before?

"Song Silang, it's been a while since we've seen each other?" Wang Daqian warmly greeted Song Shu when he saw him.

Song Shu bowed his hands to him, but still couldn't remember his name.

"It's me, shopkeeper Wang, from Jixiang cloth village." Wang Daqian pointed to his nose and said with a smile on his face, not at all angry because Song Shu didn't know him.

"Shopkeeper Wang, excuse me, please look at my brain. Please come inside." Song Shu led him into the main room, and called Wu Niang to bring a bowl of freshly ground soybean milk.

But he wondered in his heart, why did Wang Daqian seek him?

Wang Daqian did not come empty-handed either. He brought six bolts of cloth to Song Shu. The colors were not eye-catching, but they were dyed evenly.

Wu Niang brought the soy milk, and noticed one of the light yellow horses, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

"You don't get rewarded for your merits, shopkeeper Wang is not a festival, and the gift is too expensive." Song Shu made a gesture to push it back.

"Don't, don't, don't." Wang Daqian hurriedly stopped him, talked about his troubles, and asked to learn how to make ramen.

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man would be talked about by his father, and he is a very successful middle-aged man.

When Song Shu saw this operation for the first time, he felt a little funny in his heart, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help sighing that the Wang family's father-son relationship must be very close.

Wang Daqian stared at Song Shu's face, he saw his lips curled up slightly for a while, and his eyes drooped for a while, he didn't know whether he was happy or lonely.Whether to teach or not, Wang Daqian was anxiously scratching his lungs.

"This ramen is a bit difficult, why don't I teach you how to make scallion pancakes, which are crispy and fragrant, and keep the guests' favorites." Song Shu said.

What is that again?

Wang Daqian had never heard of this thing before, and question marks were written all over his chubby head.

Scallion pancakes are very easy, but they have been difficult to make because there was no oil in the past.When Wang Daqian said it just now, Song Shu remembered it.

If the soup cakes are not good, the ramen must be bad, but if the scallion pancakes are not good, it is better to close the business early.

This is also a snack that Song Shu often makes for guests, and it is very handy.

Wang Da quit the job of cooking a long time ago, and he was a bit inexperienced at the beginning, but fortunately he has boy skills, so he didn't take too long to learn.

Song Shu first taught to knead the noodles with water, and after kneading evenly, divide them into small balls.Then roll out the small dumplings, spread the mixed scallion oil, and roll them into thin rolls.

Wang Daqian was too greedy, put a few tablespoons of scallion oil, the noodles were all soaked and couldn't be rolled, so Song Shu had to give him his own first.

"Yes, roll up the thin roll, like a snail shell, and then flatten it, put it in an oil pan and fry it on both sides. If you like eggs, you can also crack an egg on top."

Wang Daqian already loves to eat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to grow this figure.

The smell of scallion oil made him want to gnaw on the raw dough, and made a lot in one go. When the dough was used up, he was already proficient in making scallion pancakes.

After finishing, Song Shu took him to make pancakes in the kitchen.

Wu Niang was always by her side, and when Wang Daqian was doing it, she just watched intently.

Liu Niang didn't know if her nose was too sharp, and she appeared when the first cake came out of the pan.

"What's this? Brother, you're making a new food, I want to eat it, I want to eat it!" Liu Niang's eyes were only on the golden and yellow pancakes, and she didn't even notice that the person who made the pancakes was a rich businessman embroidered with gold thread.

Wang Daqian was a little bit reluctant, and afraid that Song Silang's sister would be unhappy, so he handed out the plate tremblingly, and Liu Niang snatched it away.

She just heard her bite a few big bites, screaming hot and delicious, and tore more than half of it for Wu Niang next to her and Qilang who followed her in.

Wang Daqian looked at the oily pancakes in the hands of the three children and swallowed.

"Shopkeeper Wang, here it is." Song Shu fried another piece for Wang Daqian, and Wang Daqian was so happy when he received the cake that he almost cried and called his mother.

The earthen stove used a large pot, and Song Shu added more oil to fry the remaining cakes. Anan Sanniang and Cheng Erniang should be back later.

After eating the scallion pancakes, the timing was just right, and Wang Daqian took another meal at Song Shu's house as a matter of course, and ate a few stir-fries made by Song Shu, which were so delicious that his mouth would drop.

After eating and drinking, Wang Daqian brought a few more scallion pancakes and returned with a full load.

Before sending Wang Da away, Song Shu wandered around the yard, and then took a look at the water tank.

The water tank is empty.

He didn't bother to fetch water anymore, so he simply wiped his sleeves down to cover the burn, and was about to go straight to sleep.

But Song Anan came back from the door, carrying two barrels of well water.

"Why did you fetch water at night?" Song Shu wondered.

Song Anan: "Come here."

me?Song Shu looked at the whole yard, and everyone else went to the west room to sleep.

He walked over obediently.

Song Anan pulled him to squat down, told him to stretch out his burnt fingers, picked up the bucket, and a thin stream of water fell from the top.The water was very cool, pouring it on the wound accurately, and the burning feeling gradually faded away.

Song Shu raised his head, Song Anan was standing, pouring water intently, and the bright moon beside his ear was very beautiful.

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