During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

"My academic performance is not very good. I may be kicked out of the county school. Master Zhang will probably use our cakes to bribe the master to let his son stay in the county school."

Jiang Miao said thoughtfully, "Write it down first and don't forget to send it over tomorrow morning."

Chun Qu hesitated for a moment, "Girl, it's okay if it's just one or two portions, but if the number is too much, do you want me to give it away?"

It's not that he dislikes it, but isn't he a salesman? Why did he become an errand boy?

"You will deliver it in the next two days. In the next two days, I will talk to Dashan and ask him to find two people to help us deliver it. The cost of finding someone to deliver it will be lower, but there will be a lot of business and there will still be a profit. You will be responsible for it. The store sells snacks, by the way, how is your math with Chun Lai doing?"

Chun Peiping tightened her skin, subconsciously thinking that Jiang Miao was about to take the school entrance examination, and said with a bit of stuttering: "I just learned the multiplication of five."

"Everyone under five can already memorize it?"

"Still a little unfamiliar."

Jiang Miao remembered that when she first learned to memorize the multiplication table, it only took half a day, and she felt a little disgusted. "I give you five days to memorize it. You must memorize it. It will be all up to you to settle the accounts in the future."

Chun Qu's face was as bitter as a bitter gourd. Chun Lai came over and found him with a depressed face, and asked quietly, "What's wrong? Did the girl scold you?"

Adhering to the idea that a dead Taoist friend should not die a poor Taoist, Chun Qu curled his lips and said, "The girl said, give us five days to memorize the multiplication table."

Chunlai: "..."

Chun Qu felt relieved, at least he was not the only one to be punished.

The sun is gradually rising, and a queue is gradually forming outside the dessert shop. Business is still hot compared to other shops.

Shopkeeper Yang was passing by on a carriage, and when he saw the crowd lining up outside, he sneered, "Let her be proud for a few days first."

The coachman heard this and echoed: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, our pastries are much more delicious than theirs, and our customers are no less than theirs. Theirs just opened, under the guise of discounts." After attracting so many people, the price has been restored to normal, and you can see how many more people are coming."

Shopkeeper Yang felt much better, but the worry in his heart still did not dissipate.

He has tasted the cakes and jujube paste cakes sold by the Dessert House. They taste really delicious. Even the ones made by Xuemei Niang are sweeter than those made at home, with a fragrance of flowers and plants.

As time goes by, many customers will definitely be taken away from Yang Ji.

Jiang Miao found that there were obviously more people coming to buy cakes and jujube cake croissants than on the first day. It seemed that everyone still liked these three snacks.

Shopkeeper Pan passed by with his hands behind his back and the corners of his mouth raised high. The better the Dessert House's business, the more ingredients they will import from their house in the future, and the better the business will be. He hopes that the Dessert House's business will get better and better.

He was drinking tea slowly, and suddenly a man walked in and looked around the shop for a long time, "Shopkeeper, do you have any moldy flour at home?"

Shopkeeper Pan was startled, "Sir, look at what you are saying. This flour has become moldy. Can it still be sold? Moreover, our family is a serious business and will never sell moldy flour. You'd better go there." Look elsewhere.”

It's unlucky to meet such a customer as soon as I come back.

Shopkeeper Pan's good mood was affected.

"Don't get me wrong, shopkeeper, I just want to buy some moldy flour." Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking or trying to cause trouble, shopkeeper Pan looked much better and asked, "Sir, what do you want with this moldy flour?" Although moldy flour is cheap, some people may suffer from stomach upset or even die if they eat it.”

"It's not for eating. My master accidentally got a recipe for making wine, which requires moldy flour. I found several shops but couldn't sell it, so I came here to try my luck."

Shopkeeper Pan's face became even brighter, "It turns out that it's a coincidence. There was water in the warehouse two days ago, and two bags of flour became moldy. I'll have someone look for them for you right now."

The man looked around the grain warehouse and suddenly asked: "The shopkeeper wants to ask you something. A dessert restaurant has recently opened in Qingzhou City. Did the ingredients for their snacks come from you?"

Shopkeeper Pan immediately noticed the prying meaning in these words, and said with a smile, "Why are you asking about this?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious. How many ingredients did he buy at your house? What did he buy?"

Shopkeeper Pan said vaguely: "What ingredients can be used to make dim sum? Isn't it just those? Sir, what are you here to do?"

The man waved his hand, "Nothing, I was just curious."

After sending the man away, Shopkeeper Pan thought more and found a street gangster and asked him to follow the man.

Mrs. Pan was puzzled, "Are you confused? Why are you following others so well?"

"You are the one who is confused. Didn't you hear him asking about the dessert restaurant just now? That's not curiosity at all. I think there is something fishy, ​​and the two bags of flour he bought were moldy. If a person eats it, he will get upset, but he doesn't care at all. The moldy flour you mentioned is made into snacks, and then he slanders Dessert House. Even if Dessert House has a mouth, he can't explain it clearly. Even our family doesn't. To be implicated.”

Mrs. Pan was startled and recited something like Amitabha, "Since you knew there was something fishy about it, why did you still sell the flour to others?"

Shopkeeper Pan shrugged, "You can't sell the flour even if you keep it. You can still make two bucks by selling it to him. And don't I have people follow me? If something happens, I can find out in advance."

Mrs. Pan thought for a while, "Should I tell Miss Jiang about this? Since I asked about the Dessert House, there is a high probability that I am going to the Dessert House."

"Go ahead and buy some snacks."

Jiang Miao was studying osmanthus cake in the backyard. When she heard that Mrs. Pan was coming, she immediately invited her to try it.

"Sweet but not greasy, soft, smooth and delicious, with a strong aroma of osmanthus. Why is this snack so delicious?"

While Mrs. Pan was eating, her mouth was almost watering.

"Since Madam likes to eat, take two pieces back with you. If anyone asks, just say it was made at home."

Mrs. Pan exclaimed, "You little lady is very good at business, so I won't be polite to you. By the way, I have something to tell you this time."

Mrs. Pan told the man about the dessert restaurant in a few words.

Jiang Miao also felt that the other party might have come for the dessert restaurant. Faced with Mrs. Pan’s kindness, she was reminded that she was very grateful and asked for two more jujube cakes and cakes. Mrs. Pan declined but left with a smile.

After finishing the last snack, Jiang Miao closed the door. Master Gu stayed to replace his son, and Gu Rong went back with them. (End of chapter)