In the years of ancient traders

When it was still daylight, five carts full of oil tanks entered Datu County.

One car went to the lanes where rich families gathered in the south of the city, two cars went to the morning market where the vegetables were sold in the west of the city, and the remaining two cars were parked in the east of the city.

"Brother Guo, bring me three jars." An oil seller leaned over pushing a cart.

"Okay, 140 liters." Boss Guo covered the sealed altar mouth with one palm, and with a slight push, the bottom of one side of the altar was tilted up. He inserted the other hand from here, lifted it hard, and put a full jar of oil on it. Arrived on the cart of the oil seller.

Song Shu taught ten-day cooking, and the oil was sent out to several large tanks. These dishes were passed on from ten to ten, and some people even used them to make a living. In this way, people who used oil everywhere turned over several times.

Someone mentioned that it was really hard for Xianghe Village to carry oil, so Song Shu decided to call people to the city to sell oil twice every ten days.

Because of the long distance, the price is naturally more expensive, from three Wen to four Wen for one mention, and fifty Wen for an altar.And set the rules, two altars 95, three altars one hundred and four.Many people are willing to buy more when they see a discount.

Because the people in Xianghe Village don't come every day, and only sell whole altars, many oil sellers came into the city.When Boss Guo came, they bought two or three jars at a time, and sold them every day. A jar was about fourteen taels, and a jar could sell for six or seven renminbi.

The same amount of sesame oil costs forty to fifty renminbi or even more, so the soybean oil business is still very good.

Boss Guo and the others can sell dozens of jars every time they come, and they go to Yuexing City to sell them on other days. There are many merchants there, and the business is also very good.Now that he is no longer afraid that the soybean oil will not be sold after being processed, Song Shu tried his best to get them to buy beans back, and the soybean farmers in several nearby villages also smiled happily.

At noon, the busiest time in Datu County, the oil seller took off his bamboo hat and sat down at the soup cake stand.He went to buy oil early in the morning, and he had to carry a jar non-stop to sell it in the suburbs of the northern county, but it was already empty by now.

Since he started this soybean oil business, he can get money home every day, and the tigress at home has become much gentler to him.

I earned another forty texts today, so I have to reward myself.

"What do you want, officer?" A boy about ten years old came up and asked in a dignified manner, with a white cloth scarf on his shoulder.

Such small stalls generally don’t need a waiter, and the cook and accountant are all taken care of by the stall owner. If there is a waiter, it would be awkward, but the oil seller has long been accustomed to this new fashion, and he just said in a very ordinary way: "Take three liang of soup cakes, one dish Wild vegetables."

"Okay." The boy answered loudly, ran to the stall and shouted, "Toujia, I want three liang of soup cakes."

"understood."

Before the stall owner finished speaking, the boy had already run away.

He quickly ran into a shop at the corner of the street. There was smoke from the shop, but few pedestrians stopped.When he ran in, a little lady came out holding her skirt, holding a plate of scrambled eggs in one hand, and went in the opposite direction.

"Wu Tou, a plate of fried wild vegetables." The boy said, his voice was a bit hoarse during the voice change period, but he pronounced the words clearly.

"It's just fried, take it yourself."

The man called Wutou was about twenty, and he was sweating profusely in front of the stove.

"Okay, don't forget to make a note for me!"

He picked up the dishes, but before he finished speaking, he ran out again.

Wu Shiyilang was originally selling soup cakes under the Wanghai Tower. He was lucky enough to meet Song Shu once from a distance, but he didn't expect that after this person influenced Wanghai Tower, he would change his life.

In the days when Song Silang sent oil to teach vegetables, he borrowed from his fellow villagers and went to the soybean oil workshop every day to learn vegetables. The oil was only available the first time he went there, but the dishes were different every day.

Wu Shiyilang has been making soup cakes for nearly ten years. There are more and more soup cake stalls in the city, and business is getting harder and harder.After learning cooking from Song Shu, he went home every day thinking that there are so many people in the city who have learned cooking, even if he changed the soup cake stand into a stir-fried vegetable stand, it would still be difficult to do.

On the last day, while everyone was gone, he asked Song Silang in private.

Song Silang was cleaning up the pot, and casually said that it is better to put the stir-fried vegetables on the soup cakes as toppings.

This casual remark gave him great inspiration.

Wu Shiyilang sold his stall that same day and rented this small shop. This shop only has enough space for a stove, and most people don't like it, but it is just right for him.He asked someone to repair the clay stove, and called his friends who also made soup cakes, and told them what Song Silang had said.

Those people hesitated at first, Wu Shiyilang patted his chest and said, "I'll do the cooking, you just let the customers pick the toppings, you don't need to pay a penny, someone wants us to settle the bill."

Several people who sell soup cakes thought that since they don’t need to pay, it’s okay to try.

"Then you have to send someone to bring it, and you can't make the guest officer wait." Another person said.

"No problem, take it on me." Wu Shishilang promised.

Who to send it to?

There were several poor households in the alley where he lived, and he recruited the little ladies and gentlemen from those households and asked them to help deliver food, and he could get one penny every ten times.Hearing that there was money and silk available, the half-grown children were very happy and nodded immediately.

Wu Shiyilang's soup cakes with toppings quickly became famous, and then several others took the initiative to join in.Now, he is so busy every day that he doesn't even have time to go to the latrine, dare not drink more water all day long, and keeps turning the pot to cook vegetables.Every night after dark, I was thirsty and tired, but seeing pennies and pennies flying into my pockets made me feel comfortable no matter how thirsty or tired I was.

In less than half a minute, the boy who had just come to ask for chives rushed in again, shouting for two plates of wild mushrooms and one plate of wild vegetables.

This kid is Wu Shiyilang's neighbor, he is the second child at home, and everyone calls him Ergouzi.His family was poor, and the kids around his age didn't play with him, and they always liked to laugh at him and his mother.Ever since he started this job of running errands and delivering food with Wu Tou, he can earn a few copper coins every day to buy some food for his mother, and the grain jar at home is finally no longer a decoration.

Every evening, the soup and pancake stall gradually became deserted, but Er Gouzi was not idle. He followed Wu Tou to learn how to cook in front of Mr. Chu's gate.

Mr. Chu is in his sixties and is a little deaf, but his skill in cooking has not been wasted at all.He used to be the imperial chef in the palace, and after resigning a few years ago, he came to Datu County to settle down.

Originally, Mr. Chu said that he would stop being a cook in the future, and only stay at home to tease his grandson and raise birds.During the few days when Song Silang was teaching cooking, his daughter-in-law went and learned a lot of cooking. When Mr. Chu saw it, he felt itchy.Not only urged my daughter-in-law to teach him everything, but also developed it myself.

This fried leek was developed by Mr. Chu.

He also imitated Song Silang, setting up a stove in front of his house every evening, and teaching the new stir-fried dishes he thought of to all the people who came to learn one by one.Because of his deafness, he called his daughter-in-law and asked her to help him.

Wu Shishilang came every day, besides him, there were many other people, who surrounded Mr. Chu and his daughter-in-law every day.Some of these people make a living by cooking, and some want to change the taste of their families. Even many cooks from rich families have come to add their own skills.

This afternoon, Master Jia from Wanghai Tower also ran over with his face covered.

Their young boss has been in a panic these days, although after cooperating with Song Silang, their emerald jade steamed buns are selling well, and even the business in the building has become more prosperous.But no one thought that Song Silang's steamed buns were just the beginning, and he, who has been a cook for more than 20 years, couldn't understand his endless new tricks.

No, Mr. Fu has spoken today and told him to come over and have a look.

Learning from Song Silang, a farmer's son, he was a little embarrassed, but if he learned from Mr. Chu, it would be fine, but there are too many people, and he always has the pride of a master Wanghailou, so he had to cover his face Come.

He arched to the left, twisted to the right, and finally cut a bloody path, got in front of Mr. Chu's stove, and looked at it seriously.

In the Fu family's mansion, Fu Wen walked into Mr. Fu's bedroom with the freshly cooked soup and medicine: "Aye, I heard that you sent our Master Jia to Mr. Chu's place?"

"Yes, I let him go."

"What do you think happened to Mr. Chu? We asked him to come to the building to guide us. We promised so much gold and silver, but he rejected it without blinking. Why is he willing to teach people for nothing now?" Fu Wen patiently explained After the soup was cooled down, it was brought to Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu took the decoction and said, "It's probably Song Silang's open-mindedness that made him feel something."

"Tolerance?" Fu Wen didn't understand, he was just teaching a dish, so why did he talk about tolerance.

"Let me ask you, if you know Song Silang's skills, what would you do?" Old Master Fu asked after drinking the soup.

"Of course it's sold at Wanghai Tower." Fu Wen said without thinking.

"But Song Silang chose to teach them to everyone who is willing to learn." Mr. Fu said, "Do you think this Datu County is more lively than it was a few months ago? Shopkeeper Wang's scallion pancakes, our emerald jade is full, There are also those fried dough sticks stalls, stir-fried vegetable shops, and Wu Shiyilang's topping soup cakes, which ones did not attract many merchants to stop by, and which ones were not made by Song Silang?

"Possess unique skills but don't hide your secrets, but share them generously with others to prosper one's business. How can this kind of mind be compared with ordinary people." Mr. Fu looked into the eyes of his youngest son and said seriously, "Given time, he Will become a wealthy businessman."

"Aye has a high opinion of this boy." Fu Wendao, he would not be unhappy because of this, but he, Aye, has a wide range of knowledge and rarely has such a high opinion of people.

"You need to associate with him more. If you can make him owe us a favor or two, you will surely reap a lot of money in the future." After Mr. Fu finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Knowing that he was tired, Fu Wen picked up the medicine bowl and quietly backed away, but his mind didn't stop, chewing over and over again what Aye said just now.

At the same time, Xianghe Village.

The business of the bean oil workshop was getting better day by day. Song Shu counted the copper coins that came in one by one, and felt that the sky was bluer and the grass was greener.

Boss Guo went to the city today, and he asked him to bring a few big stick bones for him, and he has been up for nearly two hours now.

When the steamed bun shop and the bean oil shop were off work, they both received messages from Liu Niang.

As soon as they walked into the Song family's courtyard, the aroma inside was pungent, and their owner, Song Shu, came out of the kitchen with a smile, holding a bowl of hot food in his hand.

"Come here, pork bone soup ramen, there is a big pot inside, make it yourself."

After Song Shu greeted them, he let them take care of themselves, hugging the hot ramen by himself, no matter it was still summer, eating while sweating and snoring, it was enough for them.

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