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Fubao waited in the shop for the whole morning but didn't see Qingyang. He couldn't help but worry. Was Mr. Ye's illness so serious? Why didn't he come back yet?

At noon, when the weather was the hottest, Fubao finally saw a man in blue driving a ox cart from afar.

She hurried down the stairs: "Master! You are finally back."

Qingyang: "You still say that! Why didn't you tell me that bullock carts can't enter that place at all?"

Fu Bao hadn't thought about this at all. He only remembered it after he said that. He smiled and said, "I forgot."

Qingyang drove the ox cart under the shed, went in angrily, and went to the kitchen to drink two bowls of sugar water before he calmed down.

Fubao followed closely behind him, fanning him with a small fan: "How is it?"

Qingyang put down the bowl and said angrily: "You almost tired me to death!"

Fubao: "Is his illness so serious? Can it be cured?"

Qingyang waved his hand, and Fubao's heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, he rolled up his sleeves, waved his hand, and said, "I went there early in the morning and found the ox cart was stuck outside the alley, so I had to go in. When I came out, I saw something. Guess what?"

Fubao: "Hmm? What's wrong?"

Qingyang slapped his thigh and said, "Both the cow and the cart are gone! I'm so anxious. Your father feeds it so carefully every day and you can tell he has a deep affection for it. If I just throw it away, won't he chop me to pieces?"

Fubao covered his mouth and laughed: "Not really, not really. Daddy still respects you very much."

Qingyang: "It took me more than an hour to find it."

Fubao: "That place is hard to find. If someone deliberately stole the cow, it would be really hard to find it."

Qingyang snorted: "No one stole it. The cow dragged the cart to someone else's house and ate their food. When I found it, it was chewing it happily. I had to apologize and pay the money..."

Fubao finally couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahaha, didn't you know to tie up the cow before you left?"

Qingyang was speechless, and the tone of the painting changed suddenly: "The old man is not sick, he is poisoned."

Fu Bao's smile suddenly disappeared: "How could it be..."

Qingyang: "I didn't expect it at first. His pulse was indeed strange, and I couldn't diagnose it at first. But when I went to pick up the cow, the owner said that the grass next to it was poisonous and to pull it away quickly. Then I figured it out."

Fubao nodded in sudden realization. She had never seen the pulse of a poisoned person, so she had never thought of this.

Fubao: "Master, can you cure this poison?"

Qingyang: "Not sure yet, it seems to be a medicine from the previous palace, I need to think about it again."

Fubao already had some guesses in her mind, but she was still shocked for a moment when she saw that it was related to the palace of the previous dynasty.

Qingyang glanced at her dull expression and said, "You are quite capable." Then he added, "Why are you meddling in other people's affairs? You are already in a hurry."

Fu Bao frowned: "What do you mean?"

Qingyang pointed to the street outside and said, "You go and take a look. If people don't know, they would think you opened a branch." Then she sat leisurely on her recliner.

Fubao's eyelids jumped and he walked out quickly. There was a constant sound of firecrackers outside. When the thick smoke cleared, he saw a large plaque that read "Qingquan Sugar Water".

Zhang Ercui was originally attracted by the sound of firecrackers to watch the fun. At this time, she came back cursing, "What the hell! I went to ask, that store also sells sugar water, and it's called Qingquan! Who are you trying to disgust?"

Fubao thought that since her family's sweet soup business was so good, there would definitely be people who would come and get a piece of the pie. But she didn't expect that they would be so blatant that they even removed one word from their brand.

Chongming: “What should I do?”

Fubao: "Don't be anxious, let's see how the situation develops first." Xue Qingquan has gained a lot of popularity in the past two months. Most of its customers are regulars, and the customer base is relatively stable. Even if a new shop opens, there will be business.

Moreover, if you want to do this business, the cost price is very high. Sugar is really expensive in this era, and the price of honey is only higher, not lower. The reason why they are cheap is that the silver saved in the space last time opened a large beet field.

Moreover, the pumpkin, purple sweet potato, cassava flour, white fungus, various beans, etc. in the syrup were all taken out by Fubao from the space. The only small ingredients that needed to be purchased were lily and osmanthus. Even the water used was the well water in the space. Just drinking this water alone had a sweet smell.

It’s not easy for this newly opened shop to make food as delicious as theirs.

Xueqingquan is located at a crossroads, on the route that the caravan must take, and although their location is a little far away, Fubao is not worried.

After a while, she heard some noise on the second floor.

A thin man in a short brown shirt ran into the shop and shouted to the people in line, "Hey, why are you still eating here? Qingquan's is 25 cents a bowl, delicious and cheap..."

He talked so much that many customers followed him there.

Zhang Ercui came out of the kitchen angrily with a rolling pin in her hand, but was persuaded by Fubao to go back: "Auntie, there are still so many customers in our store. What will we do if you scare them away?"

Zhang Ercui: "He has come to our shop to steal our business. How shameless is he? I'm going to beat him to death!"

Zhao Xiuer wiped her hands with a handkerchief and said, "There are not many customers today, so it's just right to take a two-day break." Then she glanced at Fubao and smiled, "It happens to be hot now, so make two new sets of clothes for Yishu."

Zhang Ercui looked at the unusually calm mother and daughter, then turned around and left.

Fubao looked at A Niang's smiling face and said, "A Niang, why aren't you in a hurry?"

Zhao Xiuer tied up the loose tufts on her hair and said, "They can't compete with us. Maybe they can't even last a month."

Fubao looked at her in surprise. He had the impression that she didn't like all these fighting and competing things, but now he could see that.

But then she realized that she often went out to buy things and she knew the prices here very well.

Xue Qingquan sells a bowl of sugar water for 30 wen, and after deducting labor costs, it can make 20 wen. But they sell it for 25 wen, and after deducting costs, there are only a few wen left, plus rent and waiter wages, so it's good if they don't lose money.

This is also the reason why Fubao is not worried. They will either go bankrupt or raise prices. If they open even at a loss, then they are being deliberately targeted.

Throughout the day, the thin man came over three times and attracted most of the customers. The last time, Zhang Ercui could no longer bear it and rushed out to hit him with a stick.

As Fubao expected, the man lay on the ground and wailed: "This store is bullying customers, someone is beating me up! Help! Xue Qingquan is beating me up!"

Some of the customers in the shop felt indignant, while others looked embarrassed, and they all stopped to look at them.

Fubao came down from the second floor and asked Chongming to pass on a message for her: "Today's incident has disturbed the guests' leisure, so we will not accept any money. Please forgive us. The shop will close after a cup of tea."

They all showed joy on their faces. A cup of tea was enough for them to finish, and it was free. They couldn't help but speak for the shop: "This man has come here several times. He must have been hired by the other side to cause trouble."

"Send him to the government office and see if he dares to talk nonsense again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the police came in.