In the years of ancient traders

In his teens, not talkative, male, he knew that Song Shu was going to sell steamed buns with bean paste.

Even with my toes, I knew it was Song Anan.

But Song Anan went to do publicity, what kind of fantasy script is this?

Song Shu rushed to the steamed bun workshop. Song Anan was kneading the dough. His arms were bare, and his strong muscle lines rose and fell with the movement of kneading the dough.

"Did you go to Wanghai Tower?" Song Shu asked.

Song Anan stopped and nodded.

"You called those people too?" Song Shu asked again.

It's a bit troublesome to explain this matter, Song Anan thought for a while and said: "Not all."

Song Shu: "Who else?"

Song Anan: "Brother Guo."

Song Shu: "You asked him to help?"

Song Anan nodded.

After he nodded, his chin stopped at a slightly higher position than usual, and his lips, which were always pursed into a straight line, actually turned to the sides.

There are three big characters written on the face: praise me.

Song Shu: ...

Song Shu: "I didn't intend to publicize it."

Song Anan: ...

His smile froze.

How could this be?

In the first few days when the soybean oil shop opened, there were few people who came to buy it. This person couldn't sleep well every night, and he frowned tightly when he settled accounts.Later, the business of the soybean oil workshop improved, and the silk quilt workshop also opened up. He whistled when he turned over the account books.

When the steamed buns with red bean paste were about to come out, he didn't move at all. Song Anan felt that if the steamed buns didn't sell well, he would have trouble sleeping again, so he went around the county to try his best to promote it for him.

Looking at it today, the red bean paste steamed buns are really selling well.

But is he not happy?

Song Anan wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start. He kept kneading a small ball of noodles with the index finger and thumb of his left hand.

Song Shu saw Song Anan like this for the first time, like a little wolf cub with its sharp claws retracted, who finally took the initiative to show affection to the person who fed him for a long time, but did not receive the expected praise, anxiety and confusion are written in the face.

"But I'm glad you can do this." Song Shu said again.

Song Anan's heart became hot, and Song Shu smiled, which was brighter than when he looked at the account book. He wanted to laugh too, but he heard Song Shu say: "But you should discuss it with me first, but I don't blame you, after all. You don't know the operation of the steamed bun workshop. So, in order to let you know the situation better, I have a difficult task for you."

Song Anan:? ? ?

After signing the contract with Wanghailou, the demand for steamed buns with red bean paste soared, and the original manpower of the steamed bun shop was already insufficient.And after that, Song Shu still plans to make vegetable steamed buns, flower roll steamed buns, and meat steamed buns.

He didn't intend to keep these recipes for himself, but even if he taught them to the villagers, he still couldn't stand up to the increasing number of buyers, and his manpower was still insufficient.

Song Shu patted Song Anan on the shoulder: "I'm going to add some manpower to the steamed bun workshop, and find someone in charge. I didn't know who to choose, but now it seems that you are very good."

Song Shu showed two dimples, with an expression of "I'm optimistic about you, work hard".

Song Anan: ...

He would rather go back to farming.

There is no need to worry about the Song family's land now. Boss Guo and his group are grateful to Song Shu. They organized themselves and took turns to work in the Song family's field every day to take good care of the corn fields.

Not only Cheng Erniang and Sanniang didn't have to go to the field, even Song Anan was completely free.

"That's it, I'll call them to talk about it tomorrow." Song Shu hummed a little tune and left in satisfaction.

Song Anan stayed where he was, he seemed to have taken the initiative to dig a hole and buried himself.

There are many and complicated things in the steamed bun workshop, when to start work every day, when to change shifts, how many ingredients to order, how much each batch of ingredients cost, where to buy them, and when to order them. Tube.

Last time, he saw with his own eyes a young woman in their steamed bun workshop broke her arm while working, and Song Shu personally accompanied her to see the doctor.

Now that Song Shu puts down the pick, the matter will all fall on his head. From now on, he will not be able to keep his ears open and knead the dough gracefully.

Maybe there are many people rushing to be the manager, but Song Anan feels that this business is a loss.

It was noon when Song Shu announced the matter.

He said that there was something to announce, and several people from the steamed bun workshop held bowls and gathered together to listen while eating.

Seeing that Song Shu had brought two young ladies from the same village, Mrs. Shi guessed that they were newly hired to help.

Then, I heard him say: "Recently, everyone has seen it. The steamed bun shop, soybean oil shop, silk quilt shop, and the brown bed shop in the county are all busy. I really don't have the skills to do it all. The soybean oil shop has gradually been handed over to Brother Guo." Take charge, and the steamed bun workshop will also be handed over to Anan from today on." Song Shu said some words of encouragement to Song Anan and everyone else, but Aunt Shi didn't listen at all, and the others also opened their mouths half-open, as surprised as she was.

It's not that everyone has any objections to Song Anan, on the contrary, he works hard, never hides himself because he is Song Shu's nominal younger brother, and acts very low-key. Those who are not familiar with the Song family think he is just an ordinary worker .

Not only the steamed bun workshop, but also the soybean oil workshop and the silk quilt workshop all had a good impression of Song Anan. They thought he was a silent and quick-working young man.

However, those who can work may not be able to be in charge.

For a person like Song Anan who usually keeps silent and only speaks a few words at critical times, how should he manage the workshop?

A few workers who had been working in the steamed bun shop for a long time were somewhat worried. Some wanted to remind them, and some wanted to read a joke, but Song Anan remained calm, and really became a steward in a decent manner, arranging manpower every day. Ingredients, selling steamed buns.Although there are few words, they are quite organized.

The Steamed Bun Shop is now in the same place as the Soybean Oil Shop, and there are a lot of people coming in and out every day. Aunt Shi and the others spend a lot of effort just to maintain order, and they have to be awake all the time, not to be taken advantage of by others.

Song Anan took care of the affairs for a few days, got a pile of wood from somewhere, tapped it, and blocked a winding path in front of the long wooden table selling steamed buns and oil. The entrance was on the right side of the door, and then opened I made a discount, led to the table, and just left from the other side after buying.This road is only for one person to pass through. If one person queues up to buy along it, there will be no more chaos in this workshop.

On the first day when the railings were finished, Liu Niang reminded everyone one by one at the door to go to the right when entering and to the left when going out.Most people are well behaved, but there is always a thorn or two.

A man who came to buy steamed buns from the next village refused to stand in line, yelling that it was getting late, he had to buy it quickly, he had to go to the left, and even pushed Liu Niang.

He rushed in bluffing, and before he got close to the long table selling steamed buns, he was punched in the face, which immediately turned blue.

"Line up." Song Anan said coldly.

Everyone looked at the man's bruised eye circles, and no longer dared to raise any objections.On this day, the Mantou Soybean Oil Shop was exceptionally quiet and orderly.

Sister Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and began to like Song Shu's decision from the bottom of her heart.

They sell steamed buns every day. These people are noisy and unwilling to line up. They have to shout at the top of their voices to hear them. After a day, their voices are hoarse.

As soon as Song Anan made this thing, he killed chickens and respected monkeys in public. Everyone who came to the workshop knew that they had to queue up, and the petty theft was almost extinct.

Song Anan, who was in charge, was still very low-key, except for making some necessary arrangements, most of the time he just worked silently.

Even the management is so diligent, and everyone dare not complain about suffering and tiredness casually, and they give birth to hundreds more every day.Song Shu looked through the account book and found that the benefits were better. With a wave of his hand, he gave everyone an extra thirty cash as a bonus.

Song Anan is a family member and does not get paid.

Song Shu gave San Niang's family a month, and occasionally gave a few small pocket money.Song Anan doesn't take care of the housework, so he can't handle the household, so let's give him pocket money.When it comes to money, Song Shu adheres to the principle of sharing weal and woe. When there is no money, we all suffer together, and when we have money, we all use it together. However, Song Anan took the half pocket money and threw it in the cabinet casually, it doesn't matter much.

On the contrary, Song Shu gave him a bowl of Xin La noodles that night, and he opened it with great care, smelled it first after soaking it, and drank the soup after eating the noodles, enjoying it.

Song Shu: ...

After Song Anan became the supervisor, there was another big change, that is, the workers in the workshop, both men and women, started to practice boxing.

This trend started from the steamed bun workshop.

One day, everyone was preparing to open the door in full swing, but Song Anan stopped what he was doing.His abnormal behavior caused everyone to stop and stare at him.

Just listen to him say: "Come with me."

Everyone followed without knowing why.

He led people to stand outside the door, and said: "Practice boxing. Strengthen your body." Then, a fight broke out.

With every move, he played steadily and solidly.This set of boxing is not complicated, but after a dozen or so movements, everyone followed Song Anan's gestures in the same way, and they gradually gained some form.

The time for practicing boxing is not long every day. It takes a quarter of an hour before opening the door. The workers of several workshops of the Song family, no matter men, women, old or young, collectively practice boxing in the open space of the village, but it is really a sight.

The boys in the village are just at an active age, and they also joined in one after another.

The team is getting bigger and bigger.

Some women thought it was shy for women to practice boxing at first, but once they stood in the crowd, everyone would "hehehe", and they didn't think so anymore.Half a month later, the soreness in the waist and back has improved a lot, and the legs, feet and arms have become stronger. This activity of practicing boxing with Song Anan has gradually become a habit for everyone to wake up in the morning.

Song Shu is of course happy that the workers are in good health and work efficiently.

It's just that Song Anan wholeheartedly pulled him to practice together. He didn't like to move since he was a child. He was the last boy in his class to play basketball in middle and high school. Even after time-traveling, he didn't feel his physical strength improved.

Usually he is willing to run around for business, but let him get up early every day to punch?

Sorry to bother you.

Song Shu was wrapped in a quilt, put on earplugs, and fell asleep again.

Later, he really couldn't escape Song Anan's silent piece of brown sugar, so he hit him twice and found excuses to sneak away.

No, someone from Wanghai Tower said yesterday that Mr. Chu invited him to his house as a guest.

People said that it was noon, and he wrapped up snacks before dawn, and urged Boss Guo and the others to go to the city to sell oil, so that he could escape in a mule cart along the way.

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