I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

So when Ji Mingwu came to pick up Yan Moji at noon today, he saw Yan Moji looking around on both sides of the road very seriously, occasionally stopping to observe for a while.

Sometimes Yan Moji had been observing for a long time, and Ji Mingwu would stop and wait for him. After Yan Moji had a reaction, he ran over and said in embarrassment:

"Sorry, Brother Wu, to keep you waiting."

"It doesn't matter." Ji Mingwu didn't care about this time, but just looked at Yan Moji with a little inquiry.

Yan Moji took the initiative to confess his thoughts: "Brother Wu, I was looking at these shops along the street just now, to see if there are any suitable ones."

Ji Mingwu was slightly taken aback: "You want to open a shop?"

Yan Moji smiled and said, "Yeah, you can't spend your whole life selling pancakes outside in the wind and sun, right? Since these foods are selling well, then we should work harder to make them bigger and stronger, and strive to become a chain store, so we can't settle down in one corner ah."

Ji Mingwu stopped, and looked at the nominal husband and wife beside him with some surprise.

The young man in front of him has lost a lot of weight, and his complexion is not as fair as before, but the self-confidence shining in his eyes is brighter than ever before, as if a poor boy who has just paid off his gambling debts wants to open a chain store. A thing that has a winning chance and is easy to grasp.

He really didn't expect that this cowardly and decadent person would actually have such a thing as "ambition"?

Yan Moji met Ji Mingwu with a slightly surprised gaze, only to realize that he seemed to be acting a little too carelessly, Xiao wanted to open a shop just after paying off his gambling debts, wouldn't Brother Wu feel that he was a bit too ambitious?

So he coughed and looked back: "Of course, this is just a goal..."

Unexpectedly, Ji Mingwu showed a look of admiration, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, a man should have a goal when he is alive, and spur himself to persevere."

Huh?

Brother Wu likes this style?

Yan Moji, who was still planning to pretend to be stupid, was refreshed and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Brother Wu, do you support me too?"

——This is the first time his brother Wu has clearly expressed his positive feelings for him after he passed it on!

Moreover, judging from the status of "scholars, farmers, businessmen" in ancient times, merchants have always been at the bottom of the list in the traditional sense. Not only are there various restrictions on clothing, some places even do not allow merchants to enter!

Except for a business family with confidence and foundation, the men of other families aim to obtain fame; and his goal is to open a shop, does his brother Wu actually support him?

Ji Mingwu gave a faint "hmm", dragged the car and continued to walk forward.

Yan Moji was happy, and followed behind Ji Mingwu, boldly thinking about his future plans:

"Let's open a simple snack shop first. I still have some easy-to-make snacks that I can sell, and gradually accumulate capital. I guess we can consider buying a shop in a few months, and then expand it slowly... so that Dad Both mothers come to work in the shop, and it saves the two elders from having to go to the village every day to collect vegetables—some snacks are easy to make, not tiring, and should sell well, just for parents to take over..."

Ji Mingwu didn't expect that Yan Moji would even make arrangements for his parents, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his eyes looking at Yan Moji softened slightly.

When I first got married, I could vividly see the boy in front of me as a jerk. I thought he would be a rotten piece of wood for the rest of his life. I didn't expect that after wandering around for a month, he was forced by gambling debts to have some backbone and drive, and he knew how to be grateful. up.

In this case……

A trace of thought flashed in Ji Mingwu's eyes.

Back home, Yan Moji was about to wash his hands and go to the kitchen for dinner when Ji Mingwu stopped him.

Yan Moji didn't know why he was held back by Ji Mingwu, and watched as Ji Mingwu limped into his carpentry workshop.

Because of some indescribable thoughts about Ji Mingwu, Yan Moji actually wanted to go into Ji Mingwu's carpentry room, but because Ji Mingwu never took the initiative to take him into the house, Yan Moji felt that his image might not be good. It was not a pleasure to join in, so I stood outside the door and waited obediently.

Not long after, Ji Mingwu came out from the house, carrying a bulging cloth bag in his hand.

Yan Moji took the cloth bag that Ji Mingwu handed over to him, and the dull "jingle" sound in the bag made him guess what was in it in an instant, and subconsciously looked at Ji Mingwu: "Brother Wu, what is this?"

Ji Mingwu's expression remained the same, but his eyes became more serious: "Here are some silver taels I earned on my way home. It's less than 30 taels. Although it's not much, if you need it to open a shop, you can use it first."

30 two!

He earns more than selling pancakes at a stall for a month!

Yan Moji shook the cloth bag in his hand in disbelief, the heavy feel showed that Ji Mingwu was not talking big.

According to the original body's memory, Ji Mingwu only came back from other places a few months ago.It is said that my husband left home as a young man and had been communicating with his family for so many years. It was not until he came back from out of town suddenly last year that he could not move his right leg that he settled down in this small town again.

These silver taels were earned by Ji Mingwu doing carpentry on the way back?

Yan Moji couldn't help imagining the miserable picture of his brother Wu limping and knocking on doors from door to door asking if he needed carpentry, and he was immediately moved beyond words.

——Brother Wu must cherish the silver he earned so hard all the way, right?

——But now, just because he looked forward to the future plan of opening the store, Brother Wu took out the money.

——Now that he is willing to take out such treasured money from the bottom of the box to open a shop for himself, does it mean that Brother Wu has completely regarded him as his own?

This little thought made Yan Moji jump for joy.

But Ji Mingwu saw the young man in front of him holding the money bag in a daze and didn't speak. He mistakenly thought that Yan Moji didn't take it out when he was worried about the debt before, so he frowned slightly, thought about it, and explained :

"I didn't take it out before, because I saw that you made a lot of money by yourself, thinking that if you can support yourself, it's better than relying on others to live and die all day long."

Yan Moji came back to his senses, realized what Ji Mingwu meant, his heart suddenly warmed up, and he laughed: "Brother Wu doesn't need to explain this, I know it."

With the original body's pissing nature, Ji Mingwu's decision to hide the silver and not let him lose it all was simply the right decision; and Yan Moji himself never thought about who he would rely on to pay off his gambling debts.

——It would be better to say, if brother Wu could have a little self-consciousness of the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, and rely on him a little more...

Yan Moji pinched his thumb hard to dispel his excess thoughts, lowered his head and frowned for a while, and when he raised his head, his face was full of caution:

"Brother Wu, do you really want to invest these silver taels in me? I have agreed in advance. I am not [-]% sure that I will make money, and maybe I will lose money."

investment?

Where did this strange word come from?

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the word "investment", it did not prevent Ji Mingwu from understanding the meaning of Yan Moji's words.He didn't move, and only took a deep look at Yan Moji: "As long as you don't use it for gambling, then it's fine."

——It seems that the shadow left by the original body on Brother Wu will not disappear for a while...

The corner of Yan Moji's mouth curled slightly, he clenched the purse in his hand, and patted his chest confidently: "Don't worry, Brother Wu! Since you trust me so much, I will definitely do a good job in the business!"

His Brother Wu trusts him so much, so he can't let him down!

It is calculated based on Brother Wu's capital investment and his own technology investment. When the time comes, the money earned from opening the shop will be shared with Brother Wu according to the share ratio!

Ji Mingwu nodded, his expression still indifferent, as if this trivial matter was not worth mentioning at all, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Okay, let's eat."

After a pause, he added, "Remember to wash your hands."

Yan Moji: "..."

——His brother Wu's obsession with washing hands is really an unsolved mystery in the world.

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30 taels means less and less, and more and more.

To say a lot, 30 taels of silver is considered to be 5 to 30 yuan in modern times. In this ancient society where prices were relatively low, [-] taels of silver was enough for a family to live frugally for several years;

Not much to say, for doing business, 5 to 10,000 yuan is simply a very small amount of capital. As far as modern society is concerned, it takes at least [-]+ principal to open a Shaxian snack that can be seen everywhere. After all, shop leasing, decoration , recruitment, long-term supply of raw materials, which one is not costly?

In ancient times, the situation is similar.

I really want to use these 30 taels to open a store, but I still have to think about it and think about some tricks.

The most important thing to consider first, of course, is the storefront.

This is where the most money is spent.

Yan Moji also learned from the memories of his original body and his life these days that "one shop raises three generations" is the consensus of most people in this world, at least in this town.

Generally, people who own a shop are not willing to resell the shop. They will sell some crafts that they have passed down from generation to generation, such as teahouses, incense candles, groceries, restaurants... For generations, a family has relied on this iron rice bowl for a living. .

Under such circumstances, it is even more difficult to obtain a shop in the town.

So don't even think about buying a shop for the time being, this amount of money is almost unrealistic.

Yan Moji's idea was to rent a shop.

Renting a shop is much friendlier to the wallet in hand, but it is not easy.

After all, who doesn't want to keep their shop to make money but rent it out?

It's definitely useless to just think about it at home. In the next few days, Yan Moji, apart from making money from selling stalls, is going to the town to check and inquire about the situation of the shops on the streets, to see if he can do it. If you are lucky, you will meet someone who wants to resell or rent out the shop.

Maybe Yan Moji was really lucky this time, this inquiry really made him inquire into a shop that was being listed for resale.

The shop was originally a tea shop, and the location is not bad, facing the main road, the business has always been booming.

The reason why the owner of the tea shop wants to resell the shop is also simple: the owner of the tea shop has been widowed for many years and is close to sixty. Contentment.

Not long ago, the eldest son of the owner of the tea shop came home from a business trip. It turned out that he made a lot of money abroad and settled down in the prosperous Qingzhou City. .

After Yan Moji heard the news from the porter who often came to buy pancakes, he was very happy, and hurriedly closed the stall and went to the tea shop to inquire about the situation.

However, when he arrived at the tea shop, he was surprised to hear a bad news:

——The tea shop has been sold out.