MTL - Traveling Through Ancient Times To Be a Shopkeeper-Chapter 19 sell flatbread

Stall fees are also quite high.

He paid 20 yuan, and he could set up the stalls as he wished. Wei Cheng didn't go inside. He saw at a glance that the stalls were all full, and the vacant places were all just across the street.

Wei Cheng found a corner at the end to set up a stall.

Just like the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, his big cake is not afraid of no one buying it in the corner.

The flatbread baked by Weicheng has a strong wheat fragrance, soft and chewy. Put the flatbread on an iron plate and fry it with oil on both sides, brush with a salty and fragrant miso, put lettuce and shredded carrots on top, and roll it up to enjoy the fragrance. Definitely, a bite will definitely live up to expectations.

Roll flatbread can also add eggs.

Wei Cheng made several copies, packed them in oiled paper bags, and placed them next to them. The aroma alone attracted passers-by to watch.

"Boss, one pancake is more expensive."

"A burrito is five cents, and an egg is six cents."

"Boss, this price is quite expensive." Looking at Zhenxiang, the price is a bit expensive, and the pancakes are only two cents apiece.

"My flatbread is not expensive at all. The baked flatbread outside is just a piece of flatbread. My flatbread has side dishes, miso sauce, and is fried in oil. All of them are full of ingredients. Is it still expensive?" One flatbread satisfies the stomach of an adult.

Wei Cheng kept making pancakes and burritos with his hands, and the aroma of fried oil kept attracting the palate of passers-by.

"Boss, I want a big pancake." A passerby couldn't help it, handed over five cents, took a bite of the pancake, and immediately shouted: "Delicious!"

The sauce is full of fragrance and the taste is even better!

"I want one too." Looking at Xiang, he was drooling.

"I also want......."

"I want one with eggs."

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"You can choose to add spicy or not spicy, just let me know before buying." Wei Cheng reminded.

"Absolutely, I've never eaten such a delicious flatbread." A guest couldn't stop eating.

"Don't tell me, this cake is worth the price." Another customer ate it, and it was really delicious. "I want another one, this time with eggs."

"Hey, Lao Feng, I'm so proud today, I'll eat two servings." The other guest also ate, and retorted, seeing that they knew each other.

"I'll buy it home." Lao Feng asked the boss to make one more.

"Yes, I'll buy one to take home too." Hesitating for a moment, the flatbread is so delicious, I have to let my family taste it. Before the customer called, he looked up and said, "Drink, why is there a queue, Lao Feng, wait for me, I will queue up to buy." He hurried over.

When it was time to eat, the fleet and dock workers went to the food street in groups of three or four to look for food.

"What's for lunch today?"

"It's not just noodles, but steamed buns with side dishes."

"Steamed buns are full, but they are not very tasty."

"Hey, wait a minute." A big boatman stopped passers-by, pointed to the big cake in his hand and asked, "Brother, this thing smells delicious, where did you buy it?"

The person who was stopped was afraid of offending this big man just now, and when he heard what he asked, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I bought this pancake at the front, and many people are buying it. I finally bought it. It tastes really delicious." .”

"Thanks, brother."

"Let's go, let's eat and buy pancakes." One of the men couldn't wait to buy them, he wanted to eat them just looking at them.

A few people went to the pancake stall and saw the long queue. Not only the boatmen came, but also other workers who worked on the dock lined up quite a lot, as you can tell by their clothes.

There are many people, hurry up to queue up to buy.

Wei Cheng was so busy that sweat dripped from his face.

The customers at the back urged Wei Cheng, not because they were afraid of being slow, but because they were afraid that they would not be able to buy them. The pancake looked delicious, and the other customers were full of oil. They kept eating delicious food, and the people in the queue looked even more greedy. .

This time, there is no need to follow the trend, and the guests who smell the fragrance can't help but line up to buy it.

The men who bought the flatbread couldn't wait to eat it. It looked delicious, and it tasted even better after eating. "This flatbread is paired with this sauce. It's salty enough, it's so delicious."

A flatbread is full of weight, and a few men finished the flatbread in twos and threes, and their stomachs were seventy percent full. Another brought steamed buns. He tried to spread the flatbread and eat it with miso, "Dipping the steamed buns It's also delicious."

"Kangda, why don't you remind me that if the steamed buns are dipped in the sauce, a flatbread and steamed buns will definitely fill you up."

Kang Da: "Brother Lu, hehe, I don't really want to try it. I didn't expect it to be delicious with steamed buns."

"I'll go buy another one." Lu Dashan ran to line up again, and his fellow villager Lu Dazhuang also went.

The other three did not earn as much as Lu Dashan and the other two. They had been boatmen for a long time and had the strongest strength. Among boatmen, they could be considered senior boatmen, and their wages were twice as high.

The boatmen earn hard money, and the boat trip is exposed to the sun and rain, and the sea is blowing, all to earn money to support their families.

It's better to save some and eat steamed buns.

Lu Dashan and the two lined up for a while, and it was their turn. Lu Dashan bought a pancake and stood aside: "Boss, is this miso for sale?"

Dip steamed bread dry food with miso, absolutely delicious.

Lu Dazhuang's eyes lit up in the back, "I want to buy miso too."

Wei Cheng took a look at the two smiling tall men with white teeth, muscular and very strong.

Before Wei Cheng could speak, Lu Dashan became impatient, fearing that the boss would not buy it, he hurriedly said: "I am a boatman on a boat, and I can only eat dry food when I am floating on the sea. Your miso sauce is also delicious with dry food. Improve food, I want to buy some."

Wei Cheng understands the hard work of the boatmen, the food and drink are terrible, and it is okay to sell some, "I can sell it to you, I have nothing to pack here, only oiled paper." There is still half a can of miso.

"Thank you boss, I will pack it in oiled paper, and I will find a jar to pack it myself later."

At the beginning, miso was bought for six cents a catty, and when it was boiled with spices and oil, the price would not be less.

"My miso is specially made by me. It has been boiled with oil. It is not a problem to keep it for three months, but the price is a little expensive."

"How much?" Lu Dashan asked.

"Net sale, sixteen Wen a catty." The most expensive thing is edible sesame oil. "I can only sell you a catty."

"Yes!" One catty can last for a long time.

"Do you want chili oil?" After staying on the boat for a long time, the dampness and cold are heavy, and chili can dispel the cold. "Chili oil is thirty cents a catty."

The customers queuing up next to them felt that the price was expensive when they heard it.

Lu Dashan knows the goods, and he can eat for a long time per catty. He saw the boss’s chili oil, which is full of the aroma of chili oil. He spends more than ten yuan for meals every day, which is only two or three meals. Steamed buns, he also thinks it is delicious to eat dry food on the boat, and he can save some, so why not.

Lu Dashan also bought one catty. He and Lu Dazhuang jointly bought the two catties. They are still waiting for Lu Dashan's boatman, and they all want to buy it. They can buy less. It's a pity that Wei Cheng said he won't sell it, but if he wants to buy it, he can come and buy it tomorrow.

Those boatmen ordered half a catty and a few taels, so Wei Cheng would definitely bring them over tomorrow.

Some guests nearby also ate delicious food, thinking that it would be suitable to buy miso, and it would be suitable to go back with steamed buns, so they also ordered one after another.

Wei Cheng: "......"

He should consider selling sauces.

"Okay, I use oiled paper here, and you know the price. If you add a can, you need to pay for the can. I don't have any cans here. If you want to buy them, you can bring your own cans."

There are not only ordinary people in the stalls in Weicheng, but also customers wearing fine cotton clothes and brocades. They are all lined up in the queue. Her throat was so dry and hoarse that she didn't even have time to drink water.

Customers who are not short of money add eggs to their purchases, and buy a few more. He doesn't bring many eggs and they are almost used up.

"There are still two eggs, and there are no eggs left."

Standing in line and wanting to buy flatbread with eggs, everyone complained: "Boss, why don't you bring more eggs."

Wei Cheng didn't have time to reply, but there was a peddler who had eggs on his load. The peddler came to buy and sell without paying fees.

"Does the customer want to buy eggs? I have them here, and they cost a penny each." The shopkeeper also knows how to do business, and they sell them for eight cents each, and they sell them for a penny immediately.

Customers who needed eggs bought them all, and the peddler had more than a dozen eggs in his basket, and they all sold them out.

The aroma of the flatbread spread far and wide, and other vendors envied each other for their craftsmanship.

I bought flatbread and went back to the boatman. The other workers saw it and wanted to eat it. The workers who had lunch couldn’t buy it. The next batch of workers who wanted to eat hurried over to buy it.

The porters at the wharf wanted to buy it, but they were reluctant to ask the price.

The flatbread was sold for more than an hour, and it was sold out. The customers who came to smell the fragrance didn't buy it, and they all beat their chests. They could only ask the boss to sell more tomorrow.

Wei Cheng was tired and thirsty, busy pouring water, he prepared 300 pancakes to sell, how could he expect the business to be so good.

He will make more tomorrow, and now he will close the stall and go home.

Before returning home, he went to the market to buy flour. He bought dozens of catties, asked the boss to deliver it, and turned to the pork stall.

"Boss, bring me two catties of leaner pork, not fatty meat." The price of lean meat is the same as that of half-fat, and most people buy half-fat, which is more oily. Here in Weicheng, there is no shortage of oil and water at home, and eating fatty meat feels greasy.

"That's great!" The pork seller cut it neatly.

"How do you sell the boss's bones?" There were cleanly shaved bones on the board, and Wei Cheng wanted to buy some soup.

"One penny and one stick."

Wei Cheng was stunned by the cheap price. Looking back on his memory, no one bought pig bones, no wonder the price was so cheap. The price of pig offal is also cheap, only a few pennies per catty. Pig offal is not tasty, at least it is meat, and it is bought by the poor.

Wei Cheng bought all seven or eight bones. Except for the soup, the others were used to cook white radish and potato soup. He saw customers who came to buy pancakes today. After eating pancakes, the customers were thirsty and worthless. Benefits for guests.

Zhou Yuan is cooking lunch at home.

This time, he didn't cook rice to save fuel, and he didn't consider adding coarse grains to the white rice. It wasn't because he thought he had silver taels at home, but because he felt sorry for Wei Cheng when he went out to work, so he must cook better.

As soon as Wei Cheng came back, Zhou Yuan looked at the sweaty man and felt distressed, "Are you tired?"

Wei Cheng smiled and said, "Not tired, but very hot."

Zhou Yuan: "I'm not tired yet, my voice is hoarse"

Wei Cheng comforted: "It's okay, I'm too busy, I don't have time to drink water, so my voice is hoarse."

"I'll pour water for you, the rice is cooked, you sit down, and I'll serve the food."

Zhou Yuan was going to pour water for Wei Cheng, but Wei Cheng took his hand, "Yuan Yuan, I'll take a bath first, I'm covered in sweat, and I'll eat after taking a bath."

Zhou Yuan said, "I'm going to boil water."

"On hot days, I wash with cold water."

"I'll fetch water for you, don't say no."

Wei Cheng really wanted to fetch water by himself, but he listened to what his wife said. Go inside and take off your shirt, it's too hot.

When Zhou Yuan came in with a bucket in his hand, his face immediately turned red.

Wei Cheng leaned over: "What's the matter? It's not like I haven't seen her face so red before."

Zhou Yuan: "Don't be silly."

Wei Cheng took the bucket from his hand and chuckled softly.

After taking a bath, I eat lunch, and after lunch, I count the money, and I earn a tael of silver this day.

Seeing that he could earn so much, Zhou Yuan was unhappy, "Is it very hard work, why don't we sell less tomorrow."

Knowing that a daughter-in-law would love others, Wei Cheng was very upset.

If it were someone else's family, seeing that the family could make so much money, they would not be happy to do more business.

His daughter-in-law was full of distress.

"Take a nap with me, I'm sleepy."

Zhou Yuan would have no objection, and urged Wei Cheng to rest.

Zhou Yuan lay quietly with him, looked at Wei Cheng's sleeping face, and fell asleep after a while.

At noon, the yard was quiet.

Only the birds on the tree hills are singing.

Wei Cheng opened the stall in the morning, butler Wang bought breakfast and sent it back to Cao's residence. He sat at other food stalls and waited for Wei Cheng to close the stall.

As soon as Wei Cheng closed the stall, he stopped Wei Cheng.

The two sat down at the herbal tea shop, and Steward Wang got straight to the point: "You can set a price for the formula of jelly."

Wei Cheng sipped his herbal tea leisurely, and said slowly, "Sorry, the formula is not for sale."

Butler Wang smiled and said, "You know that I am the housekeeper of the Cao family. The Cao family is a famous family in the inner city. If you don't sell formulas, you are not afraid of offending my Cao family."

Wei Cheng: "Butler Wang, Wei has no intention of offending the Cao family."

Butler Wang: "Then you mean to sell the formula?"

Wei Cheng: "It's still the same sentence, don't sell it."

Butler Wang: "Although my Cao family doesn't know how to force others to buy and sell, but this is what my young master likes, and the Cao family will find a way to get it for him. You should understand what I mean."

Steward Wang threatens people by not rectifying his name. He thinks that Wei Cheng is not simple, and he is so calm in the face of his oppression. If he hadn't looked at Wei Cheng's rough clothes and coarse cloth, he would have thought that Wei Cheng's demeanor was not like a peddler, but like a businessman. .

"I don't know how to sell recipes, recipes are my family's source of livelihood, but..." Wei Cheng said: "I can sell raw materials to your house, and teach you how to do it."

Steward Wang: "Raw material? You are not afraid that I will find out the source of the raw material after I buy it."

Wei Cheng: "If that's the case, then Wei admires it."

If you have never seen jelly made from jelly, no one else would think that the humble fruit is the raw material for jelly.

he's really not worried

Steward Wang agreed. As for whether to buy it, Steward Wang asked him to take the raw materials to Cao's mansion in the afternoon and decide at that time.

After bidding farewell to Butler Wang, Wei Cheng went back.

There is not much jelly powder at home, it is dried in the sun.

Looks like I'll have to pick some more.

At noon, Wei Cheng went to sell pancakes and brought a bucket full of soup.

Zhou Yuan wanted to go over to help, but Wei Cheng asked him to pick jelly fruit and make powder, so Zhou Yuan didn't go.

As soon as Wei Cheng came, he had been waiting for the guests and surrounded him, complaining that he was late and why he didn't come in the morning.

Wei Cheng lifted the wooden lid of the soup bucket, and there was a piece of cloth on top to prevent it from overflowing. Once the wooden lid was opened, there was oily water, chopped white radish and potatoes, and the soup looked delicious.

The soup is served cold.

"Does the boss sell this soup? How much is a bowl." A customer asked.

"Not for sale, the soup is given to customers who buy pancakes."

The guests were all pleasantly surprised at Weicheng's talk, and there were such good things, they all praised the boss for being sincere.

"One spoon per person, bring your own bowl, if you don't have it, you can only drink it in an oil paper bag."

"Boss, we don't mind." The important thing is that there is some drinking, and it is free.

One of the guests said: "Boss, you are not afraid that we will fight more."

Wei Cheng is really not afraid, "There is only so much soup, one spoonful for each person, if you beat more, the people behind will be gone."

With this sentence, people who line up to buy pancakes must monitor those who make soup, and it is impossible to want to make more.