Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Conflict at the dinner table
I made a decision in my heart, I still have to make another pair when I go back, maybe when Liu'er has another child, she will be able to use it?
To everyone's praise, Yang Ruoqing just smiled.

These ideas are all from the baby seats in those modern restaurants, and she has improved on this basis.

All kinds of dishes are brought to the table, such as braised sea bass, braised eel with bacon, boiled eggplant, boiled meat... tremella and lotus seed soup, as well as brown sugar cake and golden corn that children like to eat.

Because of the baby seat, Ju'er's hands are also freed. She can eat by herself and feed the child when she has time. Both adults and children can enjoy it.

Yang Huaming watched silently, feeling more and more satisfied with Yang Ruoqing's arrangement in his heart.

"Dabai, we went to the shop earlier, just in time for the police to come over to investigate the case." Yang Huazhong ate two mouthfuls of food, drank another glass of wine, put down his chopsticks and put his arms on the edge of the table, leaning forward slightly, experiencing the precipitation of time. He looked deeply at his nephew Dabai with eyes baptized by life.

"Let's sit down now. Uncle San will ask you about the pan shop. You have to tell us exactly what your plan is."

After Yang Huazhong said so many words, Dabai still buried his head in his binge eating, holding a long cumin lamb chop in his hand, his mouth was full of oil, his cheeks and earlobes were covered with white sesame seeds.

He completely turned a deaf ear to Yang Huazhong's question.

Other people at the table, except Yang Ruoqing and the little guy in the baby seat, all cast surprised glances at Dabai.

Yang Ruoqing was not at all surprised by any of Dabai's operations, this kid has been out for a few months, and he hasn't changed at all, he still has a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

I don't know why they fell into the eyes of Zhang Ji's shopkeeper and his wife. They are really a pair of people with strong tastes.

"Dabai?" Yang Huazhong called out again.

Yang Huaming had already put down his chopsticks and was about to start patting the table.

Yang Huamei first kicked Dabai secretly under the table, but there was no response.

Yang Huamei could only raise her hand and pat Dabai's hand heavily: "Stop chewing, your third uncle asked you about business, do you still want to borrow money to open a shop?"

Everyone else at the table looked at Yang Huamei, sympathized, puzzled, and disagreed.

Empathy predominates.

With such a son, Yang Huamei really suffered eight lifetimes of bloody misfortune. She worked desperately to pave the way for him, but in the end he didn't want to embarrass her, and he didn't even have the most basic manners.

Whoever lent him 40 taels of silver was really burning too much money.

Dabai reluctantly put the lamb chops aside, raised his oily face and looked at Yang Huazhong blankly, "Third Uncle, what did you just say? I was so busy eating lamb chops that I didn't understand."

Yang Huaming immediately snatched it up: "I'm just asking, what kind of business do you plan to do after closing the shop? Do you plan to keep the existing Zhang Ji's clerk, or hire someone new? Do you have an idea of ​​the salary? And there are buns and steamed buns. Are you going to make those pastries yourself, or go outside and invite a master in this field to make them?"

"By the way, how much money do you plan to borrow from us? When will you pay it back? How much is the interest? If not, what are you going to do? That's all, tell me!"

Everyone thought that Dabai would be stumped by these relatively 'professional' topics, and even Yang Huamei looked at him nervously.

Sitting next to him was a child from Ju'er's family. The child was mischievous and stretched out his hand to pull Yang Huamei's clothes. The aunt Yang Huamei didn't even bother to tease him, even if it was a perfunctory mood, she stared straight at Dabai , wishing to speak for him.

Seeing this, Ju'er moved the child and the baby seat to her side calmly, widening the distance between her and Yang Huamei.

Here, Dabai coughed heavily, with a confident smile on his face.

"Third Uncle, don't worry, I just take care of the shop, and my teacher will help me take care of the business."

"As for the pastry, I have received the master's true biography, so I will naturally go to the battle in person, but I am the finale, and I will invite a pastry chef to come back to take care of the other pastries. My teacher knows a lot of people, and she will help me. Arranged."

"So, you just need to pay 40 taels of silver to buy that shop?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Dabai nodded, "Others buy 80 taels a year for the shop, but I only need 40 taels. The business of the shop is so good that the annual net income is 400 taels!"

Except for Yang Ruoqing and the person in the baby seat, everyone else was speechless.

The method of earning three or four hundred taels of silver a year, as long as you work hard for a year, you will have enough money in this life, and you will not worry about eating delicious food and spicy food every day.

"Since it's so easy to make money, your mistress will take care of everything for you, so why does she want to sell it out instead of earning the money herself?" Yang Huazhong asked again, grasping the loophole.

The others nodded.

The yearly net income is 400 taels, so I can earn more than 30 taels of silver every month.

If the offer is out, the teacher's wife can only get 40 taels of silver a year, isn't that a big loss?What's more, she didn't take the 40 taels of silver for nothing, and she had to throw herself into it to help take care of it. Even if she was calculated as a salary, it would be far behind the profit of three or four hundred taels a year. A fool would sell the shop Earn it for others?
As for Yang Ruoqing, she followed the agreement she made with Yang Huazhong before she came here, as an outsider, she only listened and didn't talk about it.

In his heart, however, he was overwhelmed by Dabai's words.

The morning tea shop earns nearly 400 taels of silver a year?Is Dabai dreaming?Or are shopkeeper Zhang and his wife dreaming?

The Tianxiang Building opened in the county seat has far more customers than the Tianxiang Building in Qingshui Town, but the annual net income is only 400 taels.

The Tianxiang Building in the town still can't meet this standard. After excluding all costs and various management expenses, it is not bad to make a profit of 200 taels!
And Zhang Ji Morning Tea Shop, even though it is a time-honored brand, is still a 'little brother' in front of Tianxianglou.

Is it possible to have a net income of 400 taels of silver a year?

Yang Huamei also couldn't help asking the doubts in her heart: "Dabai, is your teacher fooling you? It's just a morning tea shop, and the buns and steamed buns are only a penny each. How can you make so much money?"

Yang Yongzhi also said sincerely: "That's right, cousin, don't be fooled."

"Nonsense, that's my teacher's wife. My teacher's wife can't lie to me." Dabai said firmly, with a little annoyance in his eyes, as if he was very unhappy with their solicitation.

Yang Yongzhi shook his head, raised his chopsticks and took a bite of the dish. He decided not to say anything for the rest of the time, but it was impossible for him to borrow money.

Yang Huaming sneered: "It's your teacher's wife who speaks and shuts. Did she give birth to you or raise you? Do you know that people's hearts are separated by belly?"

(End of this chapter)