"This way, this way, put that shelf over here."
"Yes, a little further back."
"It's a little wobbly.
Bring a piece of wood over to cushion it."
"The shelf next to the door is used to store their groceries from the north and south."
"Exactly."
"And move that shelf to the side, don't block this door." "" That night, after a naan-baking shop in Chang'an City closed, the old and young people in the shop took out many wooden boards and shelves from the backyard and began to work in the house.
When Mi Fang Zhai hosted a banquet for Luo Sanlang two days ago, the owner of this roasted naan shop was also present.
After returning, he invited a craftsman to measure the dimensions of his shop, and transformed the originally rather spacious store into a new one.
It is divided into two, and there is no need to build walls with masonry.
Just make two grooves on the ground and ceiling, and then put on the wooden boards, it will look like a wall.
In addition, a door is left as an aisle between the two shops.
In this way, the two shops are both separated and interconnected.
When the time comes, one or two wives from the family will be arranged to go there to watch the shop and sell goods.
While not affecting the business of the own shop, they can also sell some products from other shops.
Goods, they can divide the income from selling goods into three tiers.
"Our family only sells grilled naan, why should we join in the fun with others?"
His youngest son muttered while arranging the shelves.
"You know better."
The old man found a small piece of wood and put it on the shelf.
He tried it repeatedly to make sure it stopped shaking, and then he stood up with his knees on his knees.
"The wine sellers and bakery sellers earn more, and they don't feel bad if they are given the 30%.
How much do we earn per baked naan?"
His younger son thought about it, but still felt that there was no point in this matter.
"After all, I still make money."
The old man sat down on the bench beside him, and while tapping his legs, he muttered: "You guys, after a few days of good times, you start to look down on those people.
It’s money.
In the past, when you Aweng led us brothers to start making grilled naan.”
"Today is different from the past.
Our grilled naan has long been famous in Chang'an City.
Even the officials who are in charge come here in carriages to buy it.
Why have to fight with others for a shelf of north and south groceries?"
His son had been upset about this matter for a day or two.
The older the old man got, the more he liked to join in the fun, and he also made things worse for others.
Since we are making baked naan at home, we should concentrate on making the baked naan well and do this business in a down-to-earth manner, so there is no need to deal with the extraneous things.
"Yelang is arrogant and short-sighted."
The old man reached out and tapped his youngest son, and buckled down the two hats, which made the young man blush and neck thick, feeling dissatisfied and embarrassed.
"Just tell me, which one is more famous, our shop or Luo Sanlang?"
the old man asked him.
"His fame is only a temporary one.
How can it compare to our generations of management?"
the boy said with a pinched neck.
"I'm just asking you, who is famous?
Don't tell me whether they are famous or not."
The old man wanted to slap this kid on the back of his head, but he was really tired today and didn't bother to stand up even after he sat down. stand up.
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"So what if his reputation is greater?"
The young man still looked disapproving.
"As big as he is, what else can he do?"
This was his own son.
If it had been someone else, the old man wouldn't have bothered to talk to him: "Did you hear that last year he was building roads in Guannei Road?
His sister Luo Erniang also bought a lot of real estate in Liangzhou City.
You still think that Luo Sanlang is just like you.
You can only see a place as big as Chang'an City in front of you. " When other people in the room heard this, first his eldest son asked: "Ah Ye, you mean, our baked naan will be sold to Liangzhou City and other places."
"Ah Weng, if our roasted naan is left out for a long time, it won't taste good."
A seven or eight-year-old grandson said.
"How could I not know this?"
The old man took his grandson, touched his dusty little hands, and said: "In the past, when your uncle took me and your uncles to make grilled naan, our family only had one grilled naan shop.
Later, your uncle said that I made the best grilled naan, so he passed this shop to me. , your uncles will be separated and go to other shops to open shops.
Now that I am getting older, sooner or later you brothers will have to separate.
In a few years, your children will also be older."
"Although the city of Chang'an is big, it can't afford the many naan-baking restaurants.
I pass on the skill of baking naan to you without hiding any favors from anyone.
Whoever has the best skill in the future, I will pass this on to you."
To whomever the shop is passed on, the rest of you will go out and set up a new branch on your own.
With this Luo Sanlang, your path will be broader in the future."
"Aye is still thoughtful."
The sons were no longer busy at this time.
They stood in the room full of shelves with their hands lowered, listening to the old man's words.
I just heard the old man continue to say: "I don't want to hear what that kid said just now, and you don't want to think that way.
If someone's reputation is greater than ours, that means they are greater than us.
There may be others in the future."
Their grilled naan is better than ours, that’s what others can do Patience, don’t take advantage of these three words “time-honored brand” to think that you are great.
How others want to praise you is their business.
Don’t put yourself on such a high place that you can’t get down.
If your feet can’t touch the ground, you are a human being.
It won’t be practical, and the baked naan won’t be decent.”
That night, the old man said these words.
Among his sons, one or two who were originally a little depressed because their skills in baking naan were not as good as their brothers.
After hearing these words, they felt a little better. change.
For their way out, the old man has good intentions.
If it is true as he said, then even if he fails to inherit this shop in the future, he may not be able to make great achievements in another place.
They worked until late that night.
The family worked together to arrange the shops on both sides before resting.
I got up early the next morning to bake naan again, and prepared the large cart of goods early.
When the gate of the workshop opened, the old man drove the ox cart to the north and south for groceries.
Not long after, there were people from the north and south.
The people from the grocery store drove a horse over and brought a cart full of goods to their side to put on the shelves.
The business of this grilled naan shop is usually good at this time every day.
At this time, many people come around to watch the excitement.
There are three floors inside and three floors outside.
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People wearing long robes and short brown ones are all looking into the shop with their sleeves and hands stretched out. .
I saw that the oil paper covering the back of the wooden cart brought by the horse was pulled away, revealing three large wooden shelves inside.
Each shelf was divided into many layers, and on each layer was placed a square There was a big tray with a lot of bread and cakes on it.
At this time, they moved the trays one by one into the shop.
Once they moved in, they just put the trays on the shelves.
"Tsk, that's the cream cake, right?"
"A big one costs fifteen cents each."
"I can't afford it."
"Aniang" "On your birthday, I will buy one for you."
"Look at that bread."
"This kind is made from sweet beans.
It only costs four cents for such a big one.
It's delicious, but it's too loose.
It's about the size of a fist when you hold it.
It's not enough to fill my stomach.
I can't even eat one in one meal."
"As a big-bellied guy like you, it's more economical to buy some grilled naan to fill your belly."
“Really delicious” "Like it was freshly baked."
"Look what that is" "Which" "It's the one wrapped in oil paper."
“Could it be the side of the cake?”
"No way.
It's such a small package, and it looks square and square.
It doesn't look like a cake."
"Can't, can't."
“Could it be that there’s something new to eat?”
After they had put up the shelves, someone walked over and asked, "What is this?"
"This was just made in the past two days."
Luo Yong, the disciple responsible for delivering goods here today, was well prepared for such inquiries.
I saw him taking out a square oil paper package from the shelf, tearing open the slits stuck on it with paste, opening the paper package, and taking out the square, thin items inside.
Show it to everyone: "You might as well have a taste."
"You're welcome then."
The person who had just asked the question took the first step to take out a piece of food from the oil paper bag, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
There was a soft clicking sound, and he chewed twice more.
The entrance was slightly salty. , and there is a milky aroma that is neither strong nor light, and the taste is very good.
"How much does this pack cost?"
he asked after finishing one piece.
"Two cents."
Luo Yong's disciple said with a smile.
"It only costs two cents."
The man was surprised.
He could buy such a big package for two cents, which was actually a bit cheaper than the cold utensils they usually ate.
"Exactly."
Luo Yong's disciple smiled.
"Bring me five packs."
It was so cheap, so naturally he had to buy a few more packs.
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He caught up today.
If he came late, he might not be able to buy it.
"Young Master, I don't know, when master taught us how to prepare this kind of food, he slightly added some medicinal materials to it.
The properties of the medicine are biased.
It's okay to eat less, but it's useless to eat more."
Luo Yong's disciple reminded.
"It's okay.
There are many children at home, and each of them can't afford a few dollars."
The young man said with a smile.
There are seven or eight uncles and brothers in their family, and they have many babies.
They usually live in a courtyard.
Their life is not very rich, and the children don't have much snacks to eat.
So this time, seeing that this thing is cheap, he I wanted to buy more.
"Uncle, what are you buying?"
Before the man could buy the things back, his little dolls came looking for him in groups.
"Look what this is."
His uncle took a square oil paper package from the shelf, handed it to him, and told him to look at it for himself.
The child took the things and saw a square package of something, about two inches long, one and a half inches wide, and about half a foot high.
The two ends were folded and covered with paste.
There were some patterns and words printed on the world.
"Well, Nan, North and South groceries."
After looking at it for a long time, the child recognized the word "nan".
After counting, he found that there were four characters, so he guessed that it should be "North and South groceries."
"Here it is."
His uncle turned it over to show him the other side. "" The boy scratched his head and scratched his head.
He didn't know any of these four words here, and he couldn't even think about it.
"I've been asking you to read all the time, but you don't recognize it."
His uncle touched the back of his head.
"Uncle, what is written here?"
asked a little girl next to him.
"Milk biscuits."
Her uncle told her.
"Where are these two little ones?"
The little girl pointed to the two little words below.
"Salty," her uncle said.
"Why isn't it sweet?"
After hearing this, several children felt a little regretful.
"If not, I won't buy it, and I can save ten cents."
His uncle said.
"Uncle Maimai, buy it for us quickly."
The children immediately started making noises and shouting.
"If you call me again, I won't buy it."
As soon as these words came out, the children immediately fell silent.
When the uncle and nephew bought five packs of milk biscuits and left the shop, many people who had been watching outside had already come in.
If you are financially better off, you can buy a cream cake to try.
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If you don’t like cakes, the bread is not bad and the price is more affordable.
The two large baskets of milk biscuits placed at the bottom of the shelf were not long ago.
After buying a lot, I saw that the goods in the basket were getting less and less.
"Master, I'm afraid we need to make more milk biscuits.
When I just came back, less than half of them had been sold."
At noon that day, Luo Yong took advantage of lunch time to go to the north and south to get groceries.
His disciples all told him this.
"When the butter is separated today, you can make another batch.
You don't have to work very hard.
You can rest when you need to."
Luo Yong said to them.
"No need to worry."
The disciples agreed one after another.
"Master, I owed half of the money when I bought the house.
I'm afraid I can't delay it any longer."
According to the opinions of these disciples, they must be able to earn as much as they can now.
The agreed date of January and a half is coming soon.
If they can't get the money by then, how can they still return the house to the other party?
go back "I know it well, you don't need to worry."
Luo Yong said.
Luo Yong has received the letter from Liangzhou City.
Er Niang told him that a batch of cashmere sweaters and pants will arrive in Chang'an City in the near future, hoping to help him solve this urgent need.
Just as the agreed repayment date was approaching, the batch of goods had not arrived.
I don't know if it was delayed on the way or there was an accident.
In short, Luo Yong could not place all his hopes on that batch of goods. above.
After confirming that his disciples did not encounter any problems when they went out to sell goods today, Luo Yong hurried back to Taixue.
For lunch or something, just sit in the car and eat a bread mat.
His family's donkey cart is now ready, and the five pairs no longer have to stay at home all day long.
They pull the donkey cart and walk on the streets of Chang'an City every day.
Although they are not as free as before in Xipo Village, they can still go out and walk around.
It's always better to move around, so I went to the livestock shed in Taixue.
There were many donkeys, donkeys, and horses there, as well as many pretty girls.
That night, Luo Yong returned to the courtyard of Fenglefang from Taixue.
After dinner, he went to the room where Siniang Wulang usually worked on engraving and printing.
I saw him dragging a basket out from the wall and opening an old linen cloth covering it.
What was inside was actually a large basket full of bamboo sticks.
"All the carved bamboo sticks are here."
Luo Yong picked up a bamboo stick and looked at it.
It was good.
The numbers on it were quite clear.
He found someone to order these bamboo sticks outside Chang'an City.
When he came back, he asked Siniang Wulang to carve the binary numbers he had compiled on them.
Because they were all two simple numbers, 0 and 1, Siniang Wulang could do it very well. soon.
"There's another basket over there."
Siniang had been busy all day.
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At this time, she was a little sleepy after dinner.
She sat lazily on the kang, holding her chin with one hand.
When she spoke, she pointed to the back of the door with her chin. location.
"So fast" Luo Yong smiled and dragged the basket over there.
"Brother, do you really want to sell all of these?"
Siniang asked him.
"Well, what's wrong?"
Luo Yong was looking down at the bamboo sticks at this time.
He had also discussed with his aunt about selling bamboo sticks.
When Si Niang asked this, he thought she thought it was not good to do so.
"Nothing."
Siniang said: "Even if you are in a hurry for money, don't sell it too cheaply, otherwise we should borrow some from Bai Yimao's family." gd1806102: