Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 63
He is settling accounts, because there is a guy around, and he does not need to come forward to greet ordinary guests, so he only settles accounts in autumn.

"Girl, I don't know what you want. We have all the goods here. You can take a look," the boy greeted them warmly.

Mu Xiang really looked at it seriously, but didn't see what she wanted, so she asked, "Do you have any spices for cooking here?"

"You're talking big stuff, yes, yes," the young man nimbly ran to the back of the counter where Fang Youcai was, and brought out a big bamboo basket.

This action startled Fang Youcai, he looked up at the two people standing in the store, he didn't know Mu Xiang.

At this time, Mu Xiang was also focused on finding spices. When she saw the boy carrying things out, she went up to have a look. There were only two kinds in the basket, cumin and star anise. They seemed to have been stored for a long time, and they were all moldy.

The little guy is very good at reading people's faces, seeing her frowning slightly, he quickly explained: "The weather is humid recently, and it will grow mold if left unattended, but it's the same if you buy it home, wash it with water, and then dry it. Absolutely no worse than fresh."

Mu Xiang still frowned, and it was difficult to agree with his statement, "Your spices have been left for too long, so they will grow moldy. The scent has faded. If you wash it again and dry it again, is it still called spice? Little Dude, this is not how business is done, good is good, bad is bad, you have to be sincere.” She turned around and pulled Mu Lang away, even if the musty scent was given to her for free, she would not want it.

When Mu Xiang came in, the boy only treated her like an ordinary peasant girl, even if he wanted to buy spices that ordinary people don't eat, he would definitely not know the goods.These spices have indeed been stored for too long, and the boss's intention is to dispose of them as soon as possible, so he strongly recommends them.But I didn't expect that this girl knew so much, and taught him the wrong way of doing business.

Fang Youcai came out in a hurry, glared at the boy with a bad face, and hurriedly caught up with Mu Xiang who had already stepped out of the gate, and called her, "Girl!"

Mu Xiang stopped and turned around, and asked in a cold voice: "Why did you call me? Could it be that you have better spices, or do you think I'm easy to deceive because of my young age?" She hates being deceived the most, don't look at her Usually in the village, facing Damei and the others, he always had a smile on his face.But deep down, she belongs to her, people don't offend me, I don't offend others, otherwise no one will give face, Jin Ju hasn't married him yet!Besides, he didn't recognize himself either.

Fang Youcai was choked by her for a while, and didn't know what to say, but wiped his sweat in secret, this girl has a really sharp mouth, fortunately he chased her out, otherwise she would definitely offend her, in case it was a long tongue , his reputation will be ruined.

Thinking that the girl in front of him could not be offended, Fang Youcai put on a merchant's smile again, "Girl, you are wrong, I didn't mean to trick you, and the spices he brought out just now were indeed intended to be sold to you." You, but we don't intend to sell at the original price, the price of the processed things will be much cheaper, don't you think about it?"

Seeing that what he said was sincere and reasonable, Mu Xiang's face softened, "I take back what I just said, it's just... what I want is fresh spices. This kind of moldy one has actually gone bad, and the fragrance is gone. Said, if I eat bad stomach, I have to pay for medicine, so I don’t want to save this money, and I can’t save it, so I’m leaving!” She pulled Mu Lang into the crowd and quickly disappeared. .

The little guy complained, "Boss, that girl is here to find fault. It's not that we don't want to buy the goods, but if we buy the goods, who will we sell them to? These goods were bought in the twelfth lunar month of last year, but they still haven't been sold. "

Ordinary people really don't know how to buy spices, but big restaurants like Fushoulou have their own purchase channels, and even the most common spices are much higher-grade than what they buy.As a result, no merchants are willing to buy spices.

Fang Youcai had a burden on his back and didn't say anything more.

After coming out of Fang's store, Mu Lang observed her elder sister's expression from time to time, she thought that the elder sister was angry, seeing how she was arguing with someone just now, it was really fierce.

Mu Xiang didn't notice that he had something to say at first, until after walking for a while, she caught sight of his hesitant expression out of the corner of her eye, and her indifferent expression eased, "Do you think elder sister is very fierce? "

"Well," Mu Lang nodded, "Sister, don't quarrel with others in the future, I'm afraid they will beat you."

Mu Xiang couldn't help laughing, her brows were crooked, she stared dumbfounded at the young people passing by.She took a long sigh, squeezed Mu Lang's hand, and said earnestly: "Mu Lang, remember one sentence, people don't attack me, I won't attack, if people attack me, I will attack, do you understand this sentence?"

Mu Lang shook his head and played with the rattle, how could he understand, these words are too profound.

"That is to say, there must be a limit to patience with people. For example, if someone wants to beat you, you can't just stand still and let them beat you, right? If you didn't make a mistake, why should he beat you? Others treat you badly. Well, you can pay him back, and if others treat him badly, he will naturally have to pay him back..." Mu Xiang explained to him as he walked, that Mu Lang's temperament is too honest, and he should be allowed to understand human nature properly. Good and evil, what should be tolerated, what should not be tolerated, there is no need to endure.

Mu Lang listened carefully, and wrote them down one by one. He has a strong comprehension ability, and Mu Xiang said it once, and he wrote it down.

The two walked while talking, and unknowingly came to the door of Fushou Building.

Near noon, the Fushou Building was full of people, and the people who came in and out were all gorgeously dressed people.

When Mu Xiang passed by, she just glanced at it casually, and felt that Fushou Building seemed to be extremely busy today, and even the guys who shuttled back and forth had serious expressions on their faces, as if they were afraid of any trouble.

This road is the most prosperous road in Linquan Town. The road is wide enough for three carriages to drive side by side. It is said that such a wide road will not easily bump into people even if you are driving a donkey cart. A middle-aged man was so unlucky that he was hit by an extremely slow donkey cart. At this time, he was lying in the middle of the road, holding his legs and wailing, as if he was really in pain.

As soon as he yelled, all the passers-by came up to watch, some accused the donkey cart driver, and some shouted to report to the officials.

The Fushou building is divided into two floors, the first floor is the hall, and the second floor is the private room. The grade distinction is obvious.Those who can enter the first floor to eat are either rich or noble, and it is said that only those who are high-ranking officials in Beijing, those who are wealthy, or those who are related to the imperial power can go up to the private room on the second floor.

But today, the entire second floor has been sealed off. No matter how big the officials are or how much money they have, they are not allowed to approach them. On the stairs leading to the second floor, there are still guards with weapons in their hands. Although they are dressed in ordinary black clothes , but that cold and stern aura is enough to scare away those curious people.

(End of this chapter)