I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

It wasn't until it was almost noon that the customers in the shop gradually thinned out.

Yan Moji rubbed his sore shoulder, walked to the lobby and took a look:

Good guy, the counter full of stewed goods on the left is almost sold out, and the pot of sauced meat and marinated eggs stuffed with Roujiamo is only left with soup. The dim sum counter on the right is okay, but it’s still only Well, only a small half is left.

It's only a morning's work!

Aunt Zhang who came out with Yan Moji was also surprised when she saw such a hot business: "Daughter-in-law of the Ji family, your business is also very good. This morning's work is all sold out?"

Yan Moji was full of confidence in his craftsmanship, but he never expected that the business on the first day of opening today would be so hot... Especially those marinated goods, the amount he put on it was expected to sell for a day!Didn't expect it to be sold out in one morning?

He didn't expect that the old lady of the Zhao family boasted for a long time about the braised goods he thanked Zhao Wajiang for sending him, so that people, believe it or not, came here today with curiosity to have a look.

Then they all became Yan Moji's gourmet captives.

Yan Moji walked to the counter, knocked on the wooden counter, and asked with a smile, "Mingwen, are you tired?"

Yan Moji originally thought that a little girl of Ji Mingwen's age would definitely not be able to stand the cash register work this morning, but he didn't expect Ji Mingwen to raise his head, his eyes were shining brightly, and he said loudly with excitement:

"Not tired at all!"

She came out from behind the counter, shaking the abacus in her hand excitedly: "Brother Moji, do you know how much we earned this morning!"

Yan Moji looked at her with a look of money obsessed with amused expression: "How much?"

"We made nearly three taels of silver this morning!"

This figure did not exceed Yan Moji's expectations. He calculated in his mind that the little girl's income did not include costs. In fact, if costs were excluded, she should have made a net profit of about two taels this morning.

Counting the investment given by Brother Wu, I invested about 40 taels of silver in this store, so I can pay back my capital in two weeks.

Well, not bad!

Yan Moji gave himself a thumbs up with satisfaction.

It was approaching noon, Yan Moji looked at the empty counter, and reluctantly planned to continue his habit when he went out of the stall, only serving morning and evening dishes, and supplementing food at noon.

He greeted Ji Mingwen and Aunt Zhang who had fallen into Qian's eyes, took half of the last bit of stewed pork on the counter, and let Aunt Zhang cook the remaining half for lunch with Ji Mingwen, and went home first.

After entering the house, he bumped into Ji Mingwu who was washing his hands.

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, and asked with a smile, "Brother Wu, have you eaten?" He shook the braised pork in his hand, "I brought some braised pork back for you."

Ji Mingwu's dark pupils took a deep look at Yan Moji, and the expression on his face suddenly softened: "We are about to eat, let's come together."

Yan Moji entered the house, and found that just like in the past two months, meals for two people had been prepared in the kitchen, and they were stewed in a pot to keep the temperature.

Even if the stall is gone, Brother Wu still prepared the meals in advance, waiting for him to go home to eat?

——His brother Wu is really a virtuous and gentle family man!

——How much virtue did he accumulate in his previous life to get such a good man to be his husband in this life?

——We must make overthrowing Brother Wu a priority as soon as possible!

A warm current flowed through Yan Moji's heart, he put down the stewed meat and washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, sliced ​​the stewed meat into slices, served them as side dishes, smiled at Ji Mingwu and said, "Brother Wu, let's eat together."

Ji Mingwu saw a strange expression on the face of his nominal daughter-in-law. Although he didn't know what this expression represented, he was familiar with it, so he sat down calmly and had lunch quietly. .

After lunch, Yan Moji hammered his still sore shoulders, just as he was thinking about washing the dishes, he heard Ji Mingwu's question:

"Your shoulder hurts?"

Yan Moji was startled for a moment, then he was overjoyed: God, his brother Wu took the initiative to care about him!This is what sincerity is all about, gold and stones are the same!

I just don’t know if his Brother Wu likes to be weak and cry miserably or pretend to be strong and say it’s okay?

Yan Moji coughed dryly, and carefully chose the golden mean: "Well, I'm too busy this morning, my arms haven't stopped, and I feel a little sore."

Ji Mingwu frowned slightly: "Why don't you invite two guys?"

"It's hard to find a buddy!" Yan Moji shook his head and sighed, "I want a buddy who can read and write, has good hands and feet, and preferably has a pleasing appearance. How can it be so easy to find..."

Just being able to read and write is enough to stop most people.

Yan Moji knew from his own understanding and his original body's memory that in ancient times, knowledge was a very rare resource. Literacy and punctuation were easy to say, but it required a huge price to master.

It can be seen from the fact that Aunt Zhang's family lives in a very difficult situation in order to support a son who is studying. It is really very difficult to learn to read and write.

But Yan Moji didn't want to make do with it. The buddies he was recruiting now were intended to be trained in the direction of the backbone, not the kind of servants who could be changed casually.

Yan Moji went to the tooth shop to inquire for a long time, but he couldn't find anything he wanted. He originally thought that the shop was not too big, so he should be able to hold it, but he almost died of exhaustion on the first day.

Seeing Yan Moji's sad face, Ji Mingwu frowned slightly, fell silent for a while, then stood up, patted the chair in front of him: "Sit down."

Yan Moji didn't understand for a moment: "What?"

"sit down."

Yan Moji walked up to Ji Mingwu and sat down in a daze. As soon as he turned his head to look at Ji Mingwu, he felt a pair of big hands with well-articulated bones lightly resting on his shoulders, and then gently pinched his shoulders.

——Brother Wu... Are you pinching his shoulders?

Yan Moji was stunned, and felt Ji Mingwu's hands pressing on his shoulders with the right strength, which immediately relieved the soreness of his shoulders, just like the legendary acupuncture.

——Brother Wu’s method is too good, right?He had never experienced such an immediate and comfortable massage in his previous life!

——How many special skills does his Brother Wu have?

Yan Moji was so comfortable that he almost cried, while bubbles of beauty kept popping up in his heart:

His brother Wu squeezed his shoulders with his own hands!This is rounded up to a home run!

Sure enough, his goodwill these days is effective!

Because he couldn't move in the chair, Yan Moji couldn't see Ji Mingwu's face, but he could already imagine the gentle and loving expression on Ji Mingwu's face.

The atmosphere was just right, Yan Moji cheered himself up, raised his head slightly, tried not to sound too excited, and softly said the plan he had been thinking about these days:

"Brother Wu, why don't you... move back to the bedroom and sleep?"

Ji Mingwu paused slightly with his fingers.

Yan Moji raised his head full of expectation, and what caught his eyes was Ji Mingwu's calm and handsome face, which was slightly incomprehensible.

Ji Mingwu frowned slightly: "Why?"

...Why does it feel different from what I imagined?

Yan Moji felt something was wrong in his heart: Why doesn't his Brother Wu look a little excited or shy or looking forward to it?

"Uh, Brother Wu has been sleeping in the carpentry room, the bed is small and dark, why don't you move back to the bedroom?" Yan Moji asked cautiously, "The bed in the bedroom is quite big..."

Ji Mingwu's expression became a little more serious, he lowered his head to look at Yan Moji for a while, and then showed a dazed expression, put away his hands, stood aside, and said calmly:

"I know you don't want to marry me as a wife, so you don't have to try; you and I are brothers for now, and we'll talk about other things later."

Caught off guard, Yan Moji was hit dizzily by Ji Mingwu's words.

--Meow meow meow?Has he been in the wrong direction for his favorability for so long?

——What the hell is "Brotherhood"!Who wants to be your brother, Brother Wu!

——I just want to be husband and wife with you!couple!The kind that can roll the sheets!

For a moment, Yan Moji felt so exhausted that he couldn't say a word.

He was still dreaming about a happy married life in the future. He even thought about who would wash his underwear, ah no, and obscene clothes in the future. From the age of seventeen or eighteen, he thought about the age of seven or eighty... but the reality gave him miserable hit!

A man's heart, a needle under the sea.

Yan Moji waved his hand weakly: "Brother Wu, that's not what I meant... Oh, forget it, I'll talk to you slowly later, I'll go back to my room to rest for a while..."

After Yan Moji finished speaking, he stood up, went back to the bedroom dejectedly, and plunged his head into the quilt, leaving only Ji Mingwu who was slightly puzzled in the kitchen, looked at Yan Moji's leaving back, and was silent for a while, Only then did he raise his hands to look at it, pursed his lower lip, and went to wash the dishes.

Although the result of teasing Ji Mingwu for the first time was a fiasco, the sadness didn't last long, and life had to go on.

After taking a nap, Yan Moji was revived with full blood, full of fighting spirit.

——It doesn't matter, temporary failure is also expected!

——He couldn't believe that he couldn't take down his Brother Wu!

——Since Brother Wu of his family is willing to marry him, he should not be a pure straight man. He must still like men. Maybe he was hurt a bit by the original body and left a psychological shadow, so he only dared to think of his brother for himself love!

——Let him use his fiery feelings to warm Brother Wu's wounded beauty!

Yan Moji, who cheered himself up again, simply cleaned up, then went to Shijinshi, and worked hard with Aunt Zhang for the peak passenger flow in the evening.

It wasn't until night fell that the last guest left with satisfaction, and Mrs. Zhang returned with Ji Mingwen, who was on the way home, that Yan Moji entered the happy time of counting money.

Only the smell of money can heal his wounded heart.

The crisp sound of the copper coins colliding with each other fascinated him. After counting all the money and putting them into the hidden cash box, Yan Moji reluctantly tidied up and prepared to close the door and go home.

At this moment, with a "squeak", the door of the lobby was suddenly pushed open, and two strange youths walked in.

Um?How come there are still guests so late?

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, subconsciously grabbed the stool beside him, and said calmly: "You two guests, the shop is closed."

One of the tall, thin young men was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Boss, we both heard that you are recruiting staff here, so we want to recommend ourselves."

The author has something to say: **Little Theater**

Yan Moji: I want to sleep with you, but you want to be my brother?

Ji Mingwu: ...

Yan Moji: The friendship between brothers must be some connotative gesture.

Ji Mingwu:? ? ?