Chang’an Peasant Girl

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At this moment, Wang Youbao completely understood why An Jing said at that time, "She knows what to lose." It turned out that this recipe was not a recipe at all.

And if other restaurants want to make the same dishes as his Baicai Lou, they will definitely use her fermented bean curd.

This invisible is actually promoting her fermented bean curd, selling it to the customers who come to his store for dinner, and selling it to the restaurants that compete with him. There will only be more and more people buying her fermented bean curd in the future. How could she lose money.

Quiet: "What do you mean?"

Wang Youbao said: "I want to sign a death contract with you, and your fermented bean curd can only be sold to Baicailou."

"No." An Jing refused without thinking. Signing a death deed is equivalent to being bound, and she doesn't like being tied.

Wang Youbao immediately fought for it: "I will give you a satisfactory death deed, 800 taels, do you think?" Baiwei Lou has made 400 taels of silver in the past two days. If it is still only his restaurant that has bean curd seasoning of the dishes, he will definitely earn more and more.

"You can't even give me a thousand taels." Quiet was still straightforward.

"The two thousand taels?"

He smiled silently, "It's not about the money, it's because I don't want to sign a death contract with you, didn't you see it?"

Wang Youbao: "" This lady is really special. He originally thought that she would agree to sign immediately if he paid 800 taels. You know, a farmer will never see 100 taels of silver in his life, let alone 800 taels.

But this lady doesn't even want two thousand taels

Looking at Xiao Changyi, seeing Xiao Changyi as if he didn't exist at all, Wang Youbao frowned. Although these two people are poor, they are trying to make money, but they don't seem to care much about money.

Really two weirdos.

"That"

Wang Youbao originally wanted to come up with five thousand taels to try, but as soon as he said a word, Jingjing cut off his words: "Okay, don't say it, I said it won't work, and my husband also means this, my fermented bean curd is not good. Maybe just sell your family."

Wang Youbao was very discouraged, but there was no other way, he could only say: "That's it."

Then, An Jing and Xiao Changyi loaded Jiutanzi fermented bean curd onto Wang Youbao's carriage.

When Wang Youbao also got into the carriage, the coachman drove the carriage away.

Quietly closed the door of the yard, and went back to the house with Xiao Changyi, and hummed: "No one wants to tie us!"

"Um."

As soon as he entered the room, An Jing hugged Xiao Changyi's left arm, raised his face, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you sell him all 100 pounds?" She really didn't know what he was doing with 10 pounds.

But what she can be sure of is that he definitely didn't stay at home to eat.

Xiao Changyi said lightly: "Someone wants it."

"Who?"

Xiao Changyi didn't answer, just slowly looked towards the east with cold eyes.

Jing Jing followed his line of sight to the east, not knowing whether he understood or not, he frowned, and after a while, he asked, "Little San?"

"Little San?"

"It means that you raised other girls outside."

Xiao Changyi frowned: "I only have you."

"It's not a junior." An Jing immediately smiled, "Then give the ten catties of fermented bean curd to that person." She didn't ask much.

"Um."

The next day, Xiao Changyi wanted to send the ten catties of fermented bean curd to the town, An Jing still didn’t ask much, but gave Xiao Changyi fifty pennies and asked Xiao Changyi to bring ten jars back.

At noon, Xiao Changyi came back, not only bought ten jars, but also gave An Jing 106 cents.