Since then, the hawthorns all over the mountains and plains have been put to use, and the disaster mountains have turned into treasure mountains in a second.
Chen Xingluo ordered Su Zhan to hire a few villagers near Zhuangzi, and spent several days picking the hawthorns. After simple processing, they were transported into the city openly.
Several nearby villages also gradually spread rumors about hawthorn.
"Have you heard that the Zhang family's three sons go to work in the village next door, picking red fruits from the mountains, and they earn fifty cents a day!"
"Picking red fruits? They are so sour and inedible. Why are you picking them?"
"Zhang Da said that there is a food shop in the city that is interested in the red fruits. They can sell them for 10 cents per pound!"
"Oh, it's so expensive! Isn't that sour fruit cursed? Some people dare to buy it!"
"Who said it was cursed? The shopkeeper said that the red fruit is a good thing. You can buy it to make hawthorn juice and sell it to diners."
"Then how do you sell this hawthorn juice?"
"Five cents a cup."
“Hiss—so expensive?”
"Hey, I heard that Laoduo sugar is added to it. It's sour, sweet, refreshing, and delicious!"
"The red fruits on the mountain are so sour, how much sugar do you need to add!"
If you really add sugar, five cents for juice is indeed not expensive.
The villagers saw unlimited business opportunities in the red fruit trees. However, by the time they got the news, the red fruit trees on the mountain had been bald, and they had no choice but to sigh all day long.
Wrong!
"What, the villagers often break branches on the mountain recently?"
Entering the small courtyard, Cheng Xi was confused when he heard the news, "What are you doing with breaking off the branches? How about taking them home for grafting?"
No, the Great Yan Dynasty hasn’t grafted this technology yet, right?
Su Zhan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Back to Madam, the villagers said they would go home and raise them. In a few years, when the branches turn into big trees, they can make money."
"Oh, cutting—"
The ancients still had this technology.
"That really has to wait a few years."
How long does it take for a branch to become a tree?
If you don't grow up for three or four years, don't expect to gain anything.
But for ordinary people, three or four years is not a long time. There is no cost at all to plant trees. How can you miss this kind of bargain?
"Then don't worry about it, just pretend you can't see it."
Cheng Xi said he didn't care, "As long as they don't harm big trees that can bear fruit, they can do whatever else they want."
It is not easy for ordinary people these days, and she is happy to have an extra income for her family.
What's more, there are more hawthorn trees, and the ultimate beneficiary is Star Breakfast.
"yes."
The business of hawthorn drinks at Star Breakfast is getting better day by day. Many people fell in love with the sweet and sour taste after trying it, especially some female customers who wanted to take a few cups back to stock up on them.
"Hey, takeout?"
This business is great. The only robot in the store does not need to rest at all. It can continue to work for a long time on a single charge. Let alone 996 and 007.
It’s nothing more than getting more work done on weekdays, so why not make the most of it?
"Tong'er, ask Shen Xun and Shen Zhao to make more hawthorn juice and put it in the smallest wine jar. From tomorrow on, you can open a separate window to sell it."
[Okay, the smallest wine jar in the system is 300 ml, and the unit price is five-star coins. 】
The image of a small wine jar appeared in Cheng Xi's mind, and he immediately became happy after taking a look at it.
"Isn't this the kind of small wine bottle commonly seen in ancient TV dramas? It contains a small amount of wine, but it is filled with wine."
In short, this thing is elegant no matter what it holds, and makes its owner look good.
Can the matter of earning face be called spending money?
No, absolutely not.
"One five-star coin is not expensive. Five hundred coins come first. A small bottle of hawthorn juice is priced at 20 cents."
1 interstellar coin is equivalent to 1 penny in ancient times. This price is very appropriate.
【Ding! 500 300ml wine bottles have been ordered, and 2,500 interstellar coins will be deducted. 】
The sound of a successful transaction sounded in his mind, making Cheng Xi secretly sigh at the efficiency of the system again.
You can remotely control the interstellar breakfast shop without going out, which is not too comfortable.
Wu'anhou Mansion.
In a study room in a quiet courtyard, the government doctor was changing dressing on Qu Shaojing's injured arm.
After a few days of recovery, the sword wound had lost its original ferocity, and with the help of the best gold sore medicine, it gradually healed to form a dark red scar.
"Little Marquis, your injury will be healed in a few days."
Qu Shaojing's eyes fell on the scar on his arm, and he suddenly thought of Zheng Xixi's poison theory, and he shuddered.
Fortunately, the man in black was far less cruel than he imagined. If he had put deadly poison on the sword, he would have gone to the Palace of Hell to report it.
Wait...why was he affected by Mrs. Shen's words?
The killer organization also has a bottom line!
No, since when did he trust the killer's character?
Even stranger.
"Doctor Zhang, do you have any antidote here?"
ha?
Doctor Zhang looked confused, "This... detoxification pills mostly require the right medicine. What kind of poison does the little marquis want to detoxify?"
Qu Shaojing understands this truth. If the blood seals the throat, ordinary doctors can't cure it.
"What about common poisons or intoxicants?"
"Yes, if you want it, little Marquis, I can prepare some for you."
"Please, Doctor Zhang."
Qu Shaojing was secretly glad that Cheng Xi's "reminder" had come. If there were one or two killers, there would be three. If he met him again, he could have some extra means to save his life.
The people behind the scenes are so hateful!
The doctor next to him suddenly felt the anger radiating from his young prince, and he was so frightened that he almost spilled the medicine on his hand.
What's going on? Why is this little ancestor so angry all of a sudden?
Could it be that he disliked his poor medical skills and left scars on his arms?
Hey, you remembered, his master will marry Mr. Jiang’s granddaughter in a few months!
"Little, little Marquis, your scar is not a problem. As long as you change the dressing on time, it will fade away soon."
"?"
Qu Shaojing regained consciousness and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Doctor Zhang, is my study very hot?"
"No, no, no, it's not hot, it's just right, just right!"
Doctor Zhang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the corner of his clothes, "Little Marquis, if everything is okay, I will go down."
Seeing the young master nodding, he packed up his medicine box as quickly as possible and exited the study, just passing by the guards who came in.
The door to the study room closed again, and Doctor Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before he could walk out of the courtyard, he suddenly heard a crisp shattering sound coming from the study behind him.
"Snapped--"
"How dare you touch my yard?!"
Doctor Zhang's body froze, and he ran out of the yard in a panic with the wind at his feet.
At this moment, Qu Shaojing's face turned red because of anger in the study.
He had taken it to heart since the last time he heard Shen Xingluo's reminder. When he returned home, he reviewed the recent events and finally figured out the outline.
