After Jiang Sheng finished speaking, Wang Xiaosong's eyes lit up.
Chang Yan even nodded slightly to show his agreement, "The roast duck business will be gone if it goes away. It's unethical for Youran to draw wages from the bottom of the cauldron, but they are also doing it for their own profits."
Jiang Sheng understood that although Zheng Ruqian cooperated a lot with Youranju, except for sausages, which Youranju needed most, other things were dispensable.
If the cooperation with Youranju is really broken off, neither party will be pleased, but Zheng Ruqian is definitely the one whose vitality is seriously damaged.
Fortunately, there is Jiuzhenfang in Fengjing. Even if the cooperation with Youran Ju is broken in the future, it will not be a loss.
Speaking of Jiuzhenfang, Jiang Sheng thought of Wen's Medical Clinic next door and Wang Xiaozhu in the medical clinic.
"Brother Xiaosong, let's go to Tianjiekou together." She raised her head and said calmly, "I'm going to check out the pastry shop business, and you go meet Sister Xiaozhu."
How could we not miss the brother and sister who have been separated for half a year?
As for the cart full of dried beans... Jiang Sheng quickly made a decision, "Take it with you first. Youran can give it to you if you want it. If you don't want it, you can sell it to others."
If you really can't sell it, just wait for Zheng Ruqian to come back to discuss it.
After making a decision, a group of people fed the horses, got on the shafts, and drove into the bustling Tianjiekou.
From the Imperial College to Tianjiekou, they are basically the wealthy areas of Fengjing.
However, the Imperial College is filled with students, and is surrounded by mostly buildings, either inhabited by wealthy families or rented out to wealthy families from other places. It is low-key and does not show off its appearance.
Walking towards Tianjiekou, there are mostly shops and businesses, with more people coming and going, and the wealth of Fengjing is gradually reflected.
If Wang Xiaosong's mouth formed an "O" when he first arrived in Fengjing, it turned into an "O" when he arrived at Tianjiekou. When he saw the magnificent three-story restaurant and the young lady wearing silk and satin, his jaw dropped. Almost separated from the head.
After finally arriving at Jiuzhenfang, perhaps because he had seen too much magnificence along the way, he actually felt that the four shops with a rent of eight hundred taels were nothing more than that.
It's quite simple.
The carriage was stopped and tied to a wooden stake. As soon as Wang Xiaosong got off the carriage, he saw his sister running seriously at the door of the hospital.
We haven’t seen each other for half a year. Wang Xiaozhu has grown taller, more beautiful, and more beautiful.
A fifteen-year-old girl should have grown up under the protection of her parents, talked to her neighbors about marriage, and prepared enough dowry for her future marriage.
But their parents were dead and they were helpless. Although they were lucky enough to meet their employer, they still had to earn what they wanted with both hands.
Wang Xiaosong looked at his hands that were calloused by running for a long time, then stared at his increasingly beautiful sister, and giggled twice.
"Xiao Zhu."
A haunting call made Wang Xiaozhu almost knock over the medicinal materials she was holding. She raised her head and realized that the person she had been missing for more than half a year was here.
Brothers and sisters are apart, so they miss each other.
But Wang Xiaozhu's reserved character and gentle habits made Wang Xiaozhu just glance at his brother twice, then lower his eyelashes and whisper, "You're here."
"Well, here we come." Wang Xiaosong giggled.
Jiang Sheng was worried for them. If her second brother came back, she would rush over and hang it on him like a purse.
Looking at the brother and sister, after saying hello, they actually went about their own business.
Wang Xiaozhu continued to send medicinal materials to Wen Zhiyun, and taught the medical women how to massage and identify acupuncture points.
Wang Xiaosong scratched his head and did not disturb his sister. Instead, he turned into his employer's Jiuzhenfang and looked left and right curiously. When he saw several cakes worth as much as three hundred yuan a pound, he stretched out his hand and silently The ground shrank back.
"Brother Xiaosong likes to just eat." Jiang Sheng looked at the accounts and said casually, "My aunt made them all."
Wang Xiaosong took two steps back and shook his head like a rattle.
I don’t dare to eat it, I really don’t dare to eat it.
I still remember the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Shili Town, which cost only ten cents per catty. It was packed into packages just for visiting relatives and friends.
Xieyang County is a bit more expensive, about fifteen cents.
I haven’t eaten pastries since I arrived in Anshui County, but in Wang Xiaosong’s memory, they were only twenty or thirty cents a pound at most.
Why did the price jump to 300 Wen per catty when we arrived in Fengjing?
Although the shape of the pastry was exquisite and the taste was even more tempting, Wang Xiaosong still timidly retreated behind Jiang Sheng.
"Brother Xiaosong, don't you want to eat?" Jiang Sheng put down the account and looked up strangely.
Wang Xiaosong shook his head like a rattle.
Chang Yan, who was standing next to him, noticed the clues, wiped his hands, took out a piece of his own initiative, and placed it in Wang Xiaosong's palm, "Eat it, it's okay."
The jujube cake shaped into the shape of a pig is cute and cute, and the cushion at the bottom adds weight. It is heavy enough to hold in your hand, enough for two taels.
Based on the calculation of three hundred and a half kilograms, one kilogram is twelve taels, then this jujube cake costs forty kilograms, which is equivalent to half a month of work by the aunts in the workshop.
Wang Xiaosong's eyes became more frightened. Not only did he lose his appetite, but he felt that the jujube cake in his palm was like a hot potato. It would be useless to throw it away, and it would be useless not to throw it away.
Jiang Sheng next to him was still confused.
Chang Yan sighed softly and said slowly, "Remember that one candied haws a stick in Shili Town cost two cents. When you get to Anshui County, it becomes five cents. How much does it cost when you go to Fengjing?"
Wang Xiaosong shook his head blankly.
"Twenty Wen." Chang Yan said softly, "It is ten times that of Shili Town and four times that of Anshui County."
A prosperous city needs economic support and economic development.
When money becomes more and more abundant, money becomes less valuable.
Just like the fee for short-term labor in the workshop, Anshui County only costs five cents a day, but Fengjing cannot be less than forty cents, and it has to increase with time, and it currently reaches fifty or sixty cents.
"Don't worry about eating the pastry, which is only 40 yuan." Chang Yan chuckled, "If you are still scared, just go to Youranju with Jiang Sheng to have a look."
The difference between Fengjing and Anshui County is all reflected in Youran Jushang.
A shop with the same name is also the highest-level restaurant in the city. Youranju in Anshui County can be called wealthy at best, but Youranju in Fengjing can only be described as "magnificent", "carved with jade railings", " Magnificent" to describe it.
Especially the three-story height made Wang Xiaosong stare blankly.
"We've arrived." Jiang Sheng got off the carriage and lined up to wait for the horse bit.
In front of her was a wealthy family. The carriage was three times as big as hers, and there were three horses pulling the carriage. It was parked at the door of Youranju.
A maid jumped down first, holding a pedal and placed it beside the carriage. Then she stretched out her hand and helped out an old lady with silver hair.
Jiang Sheng couldn't see clearly what she looked like, but he could feel her upbringing and stability. He walked into Youran Residence and was respectfully invited in by the shopkeeper.
Soon the big carriage was pulled away. Jiang Sheng drove the horse to the wooden post and tied it up, then walked briskly into Youranju.
She is young and fast, and can keep up with the old lady's three steps in one step.
When I entered the lobby of Youranju, I happened to hear the old lady talking to the big shopkeeper.
The boss, who was usually extremely arrogant, groveled and said, "Why are you here, Old Madam? Do you want to have a meal or just relax?"
The old but gentle voice asked, "What happened to the news I asked you to send to Youranju in the Dynasty? Has the child been found?"
