Dressed as a little farmer's lucky treasure, God sends blessings and asks for forgiveness

"I'm the waiter of Yuelai Inn. Our boss invites you to visit the inn to discuss something." Seeing that the other party did not answer, the waiter said again.

"Oh? The owner of Yuelai Inn?" Zhao Guocheng frowned and thought, isn't he the owner who hired Wang Batian and Shouhou to cause trouble last time?

Good, he didn't cause trouble for him, but he came up to him instead. He really thought he was made of clay. Zhao Guocheng looked at them angrily.

"Haha~ You guys are only this capable. If the covert doesn't work, then come to the open. What? Your boss invites me to beat him up? And then force me to tell you the recipe, or beat me up now?" Zhao Guocheng said with great momentum.

“Don’t get me wrong, our boss just wants your family to go to the inn to discuss something, he doesn’t want you to fight.” The waiter added. In fact, this waiter was a waiter of Yuelai Inn, and the people behind him were all the same.

The people who were sent out to look for Zhao Guocheng and others were followed by several people as soon as they entered the town.

[Dad, go ahead. It's a blessing, not a curse. If it's a curse, you can't avoid it.] Zhao Shiying had just woken up and was staggering all the way. Now she finally woke up and said when she saw the scene in front of her.

After hearing what Zhao Shiying said, Zhao Guocheng turned to look at Wang Ronghua, and only agreed after seeing Wang Ronghua nod.

"Okay, lead the way." Zhao Guocheng nodded.

So they went to Yuelai Inn again.

Azhi followed behind.

You should know that Zhao Shihui, Zhao Shisheng and Zhao Shimin were sitting in Azhi's carriage.

Several people were always paying attention to the changes outside.

Yuelai Inn.

The best restaurant in Baima Town.

Although it is an inn, it does not interfere with meals. The two buildings are connected, one is the inn and the other is the restaurant.

Both the service and the food are among the best in town.

Many wealthy people like to eat here.

Zhao Guocheng parked the ox cart and got off.

"Wife, you stay here, I'll go take a look." Zhao Guocheng wanted to go in alone.

How could Wang Ronghua feel at ease?

"No, I want to go with you and take Nannan with me." Wang Ronghua looked determined. Nannan could tell them a lot of things at critical moments.

"No." Zhao Guocheng refused.

"We want to go too, so let's go together. Don't leave us behind," Zhao Shisheng said.

Just when everyone was hesitating.

"Why not let Uncle Zhao and I go in?" Azhi said after getting off the carriage.

Wang Ronghua was stunned.

"After all, I am the son of Mr. Qian, the county magistrate. He dare not do anything to me," said Ah Zhi.

"This?" Wang Ronghua hesitated.

"Let's go, Uncle Zhao." Azhi went in first.

But after walking a few steps he stopped again.

"But I want to ask, do you plan to sell this recipe?" Azhi needs to know the Zhao family's wishes.

[Mother, we don’t sell it, but we can supply it.] Zhao Shiying suggested.

"I won't sell it, but I can supply him with goods. After all, you can make money anywhere, and he just wants to make money. I can provide him with goods, and he can still make money." Wang Ronghua said.

"Okay, I understand." Azhi nodded, then went in with Zhao Guocheng.

Of course, Zhao Shisheng followed him in secretly, and Azhi didn't say anything when he saw it.

The three of them followed the waiter into the store and went up to the second floor.

What caught their eyes was a long table with tea on it and several plates of cakes and fruits. A slightly plump middle-aged man was sitting at the table and smiled when he saw them.

"Here you are. Mr. Zhao is really hard to invite. Please forgive me for meeting you in this way. Please take a seat and have some tea!" Peng Wencai said as he stood up and invited them.

"You're welcome. If the shopkeeper had invited people in a more ordinary way, I wouldn't have come here just now." Zhao Guocheng responded with a smile.

"Hahaha...I mean well. After all, making money is the most important thing for you, isn't it?" Peng Wencai raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"That's not necessarily true." Azhi continued with a smile.

"Oh? Who is this?" Peng Wencai was very surprised when he saw the child in front of him who was only ten years old. He thought he had just come in to play.

"My last name is Qian, Qian Qianzhi, and I'm the son of Mr. Qian in Anyuan County. I happened to be staying at a friend's house during this period. And then Manager Peng asked my uncle Zhao to come over to discuss something, so I shamelessly came along. I hope Manager Peng won't blame me." Ah Zhi asked with a forced smile, and the light in his eyes was hard to read.

Peng Wencai was shocked. This boy was unusual. Although he looked amiable, he had a natural aura of power. What was going on?

It shouldn't be like that.

Peng Wencai's attitude has improved a lot. Mr. Qian from the county?

Peng Wencai looked at Azhi while thinking quickly.

"Hahaha... So you are the son of Mr. Qian. My apologies. No wonder you know my last name. Please take a seat. Let's chat while drinking tea." Peng Wencai was much more serious this time. It seemed that the other party had inquired about his background.

Only then did Azhi sit down.

Zhao Guocheng and Zhao Shisheng naturally followed and sat down.

Zhao Guocheng was very surprised. Azhi's extraordinary demeanor really made him feel like a different person.

It was completely different from when he was at home. In front of them, he could still see the childish side of Azhi, but in the eyes of outsiders, he looked like a nobleman.

Zhao Shisheng was also shocked by Azhi's actions. As expected, he was one year older than him and was more courageous.

"Let's be frank. I wonder why Manager Peng asked my uncle Zhao to come here?" Ah Zhi asked directly.

Peng Wencai smiled and asked for tea, but did not talk about business.

"Since there's nothing else to do, we should leave. There are still a lot of goods that haven't been sold out." Zhao Guocheng glanced at Peng Wencai and said.

"Look, Brother Zhao, you're anxious. This is what's going on. I sincerely want to buy your recipe for making bamboo shoots. I wonder how much you'd like to ask for?" Peng Wencai spoke more cautiously this time. After all, Azhi was standing next to him, eyeing him eagerly.

"You know about these bamboo shoots. We are selling them ourselves. If I sell the recipe to you, how can I do business?" Zhao Guocheng frowned.

"No waste, you sell me the recipe, I'll make mine, and you sell yours." Peng Wencai said with a smile. He still had some confidence. After all, a small vendor could only sell a few bamboo shoots, while his Yuelai Inn was full of guests and friends, so the amount of bamboo shoots needed was naturally large.

"No, according to what you said, our two companies are competitors. Manager Peng thinks highly of me. In fact, if you had said this to me before, I might have agreed, but now I don't think it's necessary. After all, the bamboo shoots are almost out of season, and there won't be much use for you to buy them." Zhao Guocheng said.

"Whether it is useful or not is my business. You just need to sell it. I am willing to buy your prescription for twenty taels of silver. How about it?" Shopkeeper Peng made a boast.

"Actually, Shopkeeper Peng doesn't know that I have lived in Uncle Zhao's house for a few days and have some ideas in my mind. I offered Uncle Zhao's bamboo shoot recipe for one hundred taels before, which is much more silver than Shopkeeper Peng offered, but Uncle Zhao didn't sell it to me. Uncle Zhao, are you willing to give Shopkeeper Peng twenty taels of silver? Then I will be very angry." Ah Zhi looked at Shopkeeper Peng with a smile, and then looked at Zhao Guocheng.

Zhao Guocheng was confused and had no idea what Azhi was up to.

Peng Wencai was also shocked?

Mr. Qian also wants the prescription? Otherwise, how could this young boy dare to ask for a hundred taels?