I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

The establishment of the first bean curd stall.

Not contrary to Yan Moji's expectation, as soon as Old Man Sun's bean curd stall opened, it immediately attracted a large number of customers, some were regular customers who had heard of Old Man Sun's bean curd for a long time, and some were new customers who were attracted by the fragrance.

Old man Sun was very busy all day. Although he looked tired, his spirit was very high, and his wrinkled face was full of relief and happiness.

Assorted Food also had some employees who didn't understand the idea of ​​giving old man Sun such a good stall for nothing. Even Ji Mingwen complained, "Brother Moji is too generous", thinking that it would be reasonable to at least take a cut of old man Sun's profits.

Yan Moji smiled, and patiently explained to them: "It's too wasteful to kill the chicken and get the eggs for the chicken that lays the golden eggs - how much food we can provide by ourselves is better than that of the whole town or even the whole country. Is it food? It is to attract other people to join us in order to make us more prosperous.”

Old man Sun's joining, there were people laughing at Yan Moji behind his back, finding an old man who didn't know where he dug up to make bean curd, isn't it ruining the reputation of assorted food?

However, old man Sun's tofu curds set off a craze again, and many people who had been jealous of Shi Jinshi for a long time had their eyes burning with envy couldn't sit still, and they contacted Yan Moji one after another, wanting to book a stall at Shi Jin Shi.

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

Ji Mingwu: I heard that you once planned to take Yan Moji as your apprentice?

Li Si: No, no, it's my boss who wants to worship me as a teacher...

Ji Mingwu: Oh?

Li Si: But I have already sternly rejected him!

Ji Mingwu: Don't directly refuse next time.

Li Si:?

Ji Mingwu: You can recommend him to worship under the name of the master.

Li Si: ...

Speaking of which, the stupid author of this chapter originally wanted to write some stories related to the morning that men have every morning, but the auditor's big knife was on the neck, and he was still scared...

Tomorrow is still the swastika, love you guys!