In the early morning, the villagers of Wangjia Village took the solar car to plant sorghum again.
In the nearest villages such as Zhongjia Village, Zhangjia Village, and Lijia Village, the Dragon King has already had rain, so they can farm. Although the villagers have no buses for the time being, cement roads are already under construction. Their I was in a great mood, picked up my hoe, and happily headed towards my farmland.
The militia group, which usually comes out early in the morning to practice, was unexpectedly late today. Cheng Xu postponed the gathering of all members for an hour, allowing them to have a good rest and get up to practice again when they were refreshed.
Li Daoxuan also got up early as usual, took a huge steamed bun with soy sauce, took a bite of the bun, and drank a sip of soy milk.
The old village chief of Gaojia Village was reclining in a bamboo chair he had made himself, holding a small book of "Yang Family General" in his hand, reading happily.
"This book is good, really good, hey..." The old village chief smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed: "Wonderful, so wonderful.
The old man often traveled back and forth to the county town when he was young. He heard the story of "The Generals of the Yang Family" from a scholar in the city, and even peeked at the troupe's performance under the stage, but he didn't have the money to reward others, so he was too embarrassed to get close. Went to see it.
Therefore, the stories of "Yang Family General" that he knew were all fragmented and did not form a complete context.
Now that I have my own little book to read, the story suddenly became coherent and I really enjoyed reading it with great interest.
I didn’t even make breakfast, and I had to read this book ten times even though I was hungry.
However, my stomach growled loudly, as if in protest.
At this moment, a shout came from not far away: "We are selling rice noodles, a rare southern delicacy, rice noodles. Hey, does anyone want to try it? A wrist of rice noodles only costs five copper coins."
The old village chief was stunned when he heard this.
Li Daoxuan was also stunned when he heard this.
Someone actually sells this in Gaojia Village?
Li Dao , and he didn’t like to see “non-still pictures”, so he turned his attention away. Unexpectedly, he had already entered the selling stage.
Gao Laba was like a standard peddler, carrying a small load and walking around the nine halls and eighteen wells of the Gao family's main castle, shouting: "Rice noodles are for sale!
The old village chief called out: "Laba, are you selling rice noodles? Come on, come on over to me."
Gao Laba didn't see anyone, but he knew it was the village chief when he heard the voice. He turned left and right in the passage, and in a blink of an eye he came to the old village chief. He took off the burden from his shoulders and placed it in front of the old village chief. Hehe said: "Village chief, would you like a bowl?"
The old village chief said cheerfully: "Have a bowl. I'm fascinated by the book. I'm too lazy to cook it myself, so let's taste what your rice noodles taste like."
There was actually a big clay pot in Gao Laba's little guts. When he opened it, he saw that it was filled with freshly cooked rice noodles, which were hot. He picked out a bowl from it, sprinkled a few grains of salt into it, and gave it to the village chief. A gift in hand.
The old village chief took a sip, and the expression on his face suddenly showed: "Huh? This thing is surprisingly delicious."
Gao Laba chuckled: "Taoist Master Ma taught me this. He said it was done by southerners. They have a lot of complicated work in rice processing, and we northerners don't know how to do it."
The old village chief was very satisfied with the taste of the rice noodles. He thought about it in his mind. This stuff only costs five copper coins a bowl. I eat a bowl every day and it won’t cost me much money until I die. Why should I have to eat it myself every day? Cook? With old arms and legs, and no wife to help, cooking alone is tiring.
The old village chief: "Laba, bring me a bowl every morning from now on."
Gao Laba was overjoyed: "Okay!"
This was a good start. Gao Laba was very energetic, picked up his small load, and walked around the fort. In a short time, he sold dozens of bowls. After all, the main fort was filled with "old villagers", and they were all very wealthy. There is no pursuit anymore. There is no pressure at all to eat a bowl of rare food worth five copper coins.
Even the senior high school kid had a bowl of it, holding it in his hands and "shushing" it, eating it very happily.
Gao Laba opened successfully, and all the rice noodles in the clay pots were sold. My confidence increased greatly, and I secretly thought: I will prepare more rice noodles tomorrow and make more money.
but…….
If you prepare too much rice noodles and don't sell them in time, they will become mushy after being soaked for a long time. So what should you do?
Gao Laba had no choice but to find Ma Tianzheng and talk about his troubles just now.
Ma Tianzheng smiled and said: "You should open a shop, wait for customers to come in and express their desire to eat, and then cook a bowl for them on the spot. This is what rice noodle shops in the south do."
Gao Laba suddenly realized: "I see, but where can I get a shop? Building a house is very expensive.
Ma Tianzheng pointed to the "Gaojia Business District" on the hillside. There were a lot of colorful plastic houses there, all of which were empty: "Isn't that the big market set up by Tianzun? There are many empty houses. You go find the saint. Ask me if I can ask for the gift of the Heavenly Lord to rent you an empty house."
Seeing this scene, Li Daoxuan secretly rejoiced: Very good, a good start. The merchant of Gaojia Village is playing with fire. If the plastic house burns down, there will be problems. Gao Laba must get a stove to light the fire.
Soon, Li Daoxuan's order was issued through Gao Yiye.
A special preferential policy was given to Gaolaba. The first three months were free of rent, and the rent was collected from the fourth month. The rent was a symbolic fee of 50 copper coins per month, and it would be gradually increased in the future.
Li Daoxuan originally thought that it would be troublesome for this guy to get a stove by himself, but he didn't know that this was not a problem at all.
Most ancient people lived in wooden houses, which were less susceptible to fire than hard plastic houses.
Therefore, the ancients mastered the essentials of setting up a stove in a wooden house from an early age. They found some mud and stones and quickly built a simple stove. No matter how much they played with fire, they could not burn it. A plastic house.
After some preparations, the second store "Laba Rice Noodles" in the "Gaojia Business District" was officially opened, located next to the "Gaojia Bookstore" hosted by Thirty-Two.
The villagers who came to the bookstore to buy a little book took the little book and walked to the rice noodle shop next to it. While reading the book, they said to Gao Laba: "Boss, give me a bowl of rice noodles."
Gao Laba would say "Okay", grab a handful of rice noodles and throw it into the pot. It would be cooked in a few minutes, scoop it up, sprinkle with a few grains of salt, and serve it in front of the customer.
The customer flipped through the little book with his left hand, picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, and sucked the rice noodles into his mouth with a "swish" gulp. He was as happy as a god.
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