I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

After getting Mo Yu back, Yan Moji was more motivated, and when he looked back, he began to think about whether it was time to sell something new.Whether it is ancient people or modern people, their tastes in food are tricky and they love the new and dislike the old. Shops that do not innovate will sooner or later be submerged in the trend.

After preparing all the stuffing for the next day, Yan Moji sat on the patio, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and fell into deep thought.

When Ji Mingwu came out of the main room, he saw Yan Moji's serious face, frowning, and unconsciously pinching his lower lip, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.

Awakened by his action, Yan Moji raised his head, looked at Ji Mingwu's handsome face under the light of the stars in the sky, but instead of smiling like usual, he asked seriously:

"Brother Wu, there is an eternal problem in front of us now."

Ji Mingwu raised his eyebrows. Hearing Yan Moji's words so seriously, his expression fluctuated slightly: "What?"

"That is...sweet or salty?"

Yan Moji pinched his lower lip solemnly, and threw out the question he had been thinking about.

Ji Mingwu: "...what?"

"I'm going to sell another small snack, but I'm hesitant about what flavor to make. Sweet or salty." Yan Moji explained, "Which one do you think is better, Brother Wu?"

Ji Mingwu didn't understand what to worry about, so he frowned slightly: "Why don't you try them all?"

Yan Moji was taken aback for a moment: "Well...it makes sense, then I'll give it a try."

Then he frowned and went back to his own room, leaving only Ji Mingwu who was confused standing there.

Ji Mingwu's eyes followed Yan Moji until he disappeared into the room, then he looked down and frowned slightly, thinking.

sweet or salty?What's the fuss about this kind of problem?

This inexplicable question did not confuse Ji Mingwu for too long. After lunch the next day, Yan Moji announced his final conclusion:

"Then let's make half of the sweet and salty!"

Then Yan Moji took out a plate of food, handed it to Ji Mingwu eagerly, and looked at him expectantly: "Brother Wu, try it?"

Ji Mingwu looked down and saw several square foods that looked like snacks neatly placed on the white pottery plate. They were divided into two types: light yellow and light brown. They turned out to be layer after layer of pancakes. I don't know if it's peanuts or dried beans, and there are a lot of white powdered sugar.

Ji Mingwu frowned inexplicably, and just about to turn around and go out to wash his hands, Yan Moji handed over a pair of chopsticks as if he had expected it.

Ji Mingwu paused, took the chopsticks, gently picked up a light yellow snack, and took a bite.

The entrance is crispy, and the pancakes are different from the usual pancakes or pancakes. They are closer to the crispness when they are just out of the pan, and the taste is also a little sweet. It adds a crispy taste.

Ji Mingwu ate one piece, cast his eyes on the plate, and took another light brown piece to taste.

The taste of light brown and light yellow is almost the same, but compared with the sweetness just now, this kind has a slight salty taste. Obviously, there is no sugar but salt.

Yan Moji watched as Ji Mingwu tasted a piece of each, and looked at him expectantly: "Brother Wu, how are you doing?"

Ji Mingwu pondered for a while, then nodded: "It tastes good, you can make tea."

"Brother Wu, which one do you think is tastier?"

Ji Mingwu stretched out his chopsticks, holding another light yellow sweet pancake snack, the inclination is self-evident.

Yan Moji's mood was complicated, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

——Yaoshou, his Brother Wu turned out to be a sweet party!

——He himself is a hardcore salty party!

——How can a salty man and a sweet man be together happily?

——This one is not handled well, but it will cause family conflicts...

——Isn’t it better to educate Brother Wu to become a salty party from now on...

The dignity of the party in Yan Moji's heart stood upright for only a few seconds, and then retreated into Ji Mingwu's dark eyes mixed with doubts.

——Hey, Brother Wu is so beautiful, everything he says is right!

Yan Moji put the plate on the table, thinking about pain and happiness: At worst, we will make double servings of food at home in the future, one sweet and one salty...

This kind of pancake snack is quite simple to make, and because it is dried, it can be stored for a long time. Yan Moji can make a large batch at one go, and then take some out to sell every day, and it sells well.

Because it is crispy, sweet/salty, many people will buy some for the girls and boys at home. Children like this kind of delicious, crispy food very much, and they will pester their parents to buy it again after eating it.

It was the so-called "refreshment" that Ji Mingwu mentioned at the time...

It's not that Yan Moji has little knowledge, but most of his business clients are ordinary porters, men, and women in the town. When they are thirsty, they drink a large bowl of water directly. Green tea, served with refreshments.

After all, where do ordinary civilians have the time and thought to do such an elegant thing?

Therefore, Yan Moji's current food and beverages are aimed at target customers. This kind of pancake snacks are not so delicate, they can be roughly pressed and shaped and then cut into small pieces. If they can expand their business to wealthy families in the future, it will be natural. There are more tricks to play.

And when Second Brother Lin came to collect his gambling debts next time, Yan Moji went to the blacksmith's shop a few days ago to make a custom-made griddle, and finally finished it.

The most convenient cooking utensils for spreading pancakes are special griddles.

In the past, Yan Moji used the frying pan at home, which was inefficient and difficult to use. Although Yan Moji was familiar with it, it was not as good as the frying pan that he had used for many years in his previous life.

Therefore, after paying off the gambling debt last time, there was still some money left, so Yan Moji went to the blacksmith's shop and specially ordered a griddle.

This chai made Yan Moji truly feel that ironware in ancient society was indeed a precious item.

The chazi was originally required to be thicker than the average pot bottom, and I wanted to make it extra large. I invested almost half of the excess silver I had saved before, and it was barely enough to cover the cost of a pot.

How else can we say that the lack of money in ancient times was "throwing pots and selling iron"!

Yan Moji caressed the surface of the brand new griddle fondly, sighing in his heart.

As for Ji's house, although it looks quite desolate now, seeing that there are only him and Ji Mingwu living in such a big small courtyard, and there are several pots and utensils in the kitchen, one knows that the family may have been rich in the early years. of.

It's just that I don't know if all the original money of the Ji family has been lost by the original owner...

Although expensive, the investment is well worth it.

With this griddle, the efficiency of Yan Moji's pancake spread has almost doubled, and the pancakes spread out are completely even, and the appearance and taste have improved to a higher level, and the business has become more and more prosperous.

In this way, time passed day by day, and it has been more than a month since Yan Moji came to this world.

In this more than a month, Yan Moji finally relied on his delicate hands to pay off the gambling debt of more than ten taels of silver owed by the original body with a small pancake, completely debt-free.

At the same time, relying on the taste that has been refurbished many times and the experience of opening a store to attract customers in his previous life, Yan Moji also gained the fame and word-of-mouth of pancakes, and accumulated a large number of repeat customers.

Now every morning and evening, Yan Moji would go out to the stall twice, and the raw materials prepared by Yan Moji would be consumed in a short period of time, so busy that he often couldn't even drink his saliva.

Fortunately, this month's daily work has also made this body somewhat stronger, and it will not be out of breath like Yan Moji did when he first came here.

After more than a month, Yan Moji's skin was a little tanned, and the flesh on his face was also reduced a lot, but his dark eyes were brighter, and his smile became more pleasing, and many people despise the original body The neighbors in the neighborhood also fell in love with this young man who changed his temperament and became diligent and polite.

Of course, such a prosperous stall naturally attracted the attention of many jealous people.

Many daughters-in-law and aunts would pretend to be inadvertently staring at Yan Moji's movements when buying pancakes, and some bold ones would even ask a few questions about how the batter was mixed and how the sauce was mixed.

For those who thought about "stealing the teacher", Yan Moji didn't have any intention of hiding it, and let them learn freely, and he didn't hide anything about the batter and sauce preparation. No matter who asked, he would answer a few simple sentences.

This made the kind-hearted old neighbors who had watched Yan Moji work hard to make money from the very beginning a little distressed, so the aunt Zhang persuaded Yan Moji:

"Daughter-in-law of the Ji family, you must cover up your livelihood skills, don't let those irrelevant people learn it..."

"It's okay, Aunt Zhang, just relax." Yan Moji smiled, and beat an extra egg into Aunt Zhang's pancake, "I know it well."

Although this old lady loves to chatter a bit, she is very kind-hearted. She feels sorry for him because he is married to a lame man and earns money all by himself. She often visits Yan Moji's stall and takes the initiative to care about Yan Moji's difficulties .

Before Yan Moji bought sausage and bacon, it was Mrs. Zhang who helped lead the needle and took him to visit from house to house.

Yan Moji is not the kind of ungrateful white-eyed wolf, so he naturally respects Aunt Zhang very much.

Aunt Zhang also sighed when she saw Yan Moji's indifferent expression - she had persuaded the Ji family's daughter-in-law in this way more than once, but he responded, in fact, he didn't care at all, and he didn't know what he was thinking .

If such a profitable food stall is learned by others, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Yan Moji was indeed not worried about this problem.

His craftsmanship was practiced over the years in his previous life and he was optimized and selected from the infinite recipes in his head. Now that he has been spotted so many times by others and given so many pointers, he can make the same delicious food as him?

Then he could just kill himself!

Moreover, Yan Moji's eyes are not limited to this small pancake stand, gourmet shops and even gourmet streets are his star sea!

For the time being, the pancake stall is just a means to raise capital, and Yan Moji feels that it is not a loss at all to give up a little profit and make a name for himself.

——Speaking of which, it is indeed time to plan ahead for the opening of the store.