Crossing the famine, I am a poor fish, and my descendants have to work hard

I was busy all the time, and when I looked at the time, I found it was already afternoon.

All the unnecessary people were sent back, including Qian Xiaohui and Li Zhijuan, and Lan Ying had to go back to milk the cows.

Back to the backyard, accommodation was arranged.

The shopkeeper lived in one room, Zhang Sandao and his wife lived in one in the middle, the maids lived on the left, and the waiters lived on the right.

Zhang Qingyan helped distribute supplies and clothes to everyone.

I have to wear work clothes tomorrow morning.

You must wear work clothes when you go to work, and take them off when you leave work. You will be given a second set of clothes later, which you can change into. If they get dirty, you must wash them in time to avoid damaging the store's image.

There are 8 cooks in the house, not counting Bai Wei. Four come every time, three people go into the kitchen in a group, and the rest are responsible for washing various rags and towels and cooking for everyone. One group works for half a month, 15 days.

Voluntary team formation, voluntary distribution, each item must be rotated once. As for how to rotate, the eight of them can discuss it.

Afraid of having to come back early the next day, Zhao Yuanzhen planned to sleep in the shop tonight.

Some rice, flour, grain, oil, meat, vegetables, eggs, etc. were put into the warehouse.

I told the shopkeeper to take it to the kitchen later. We have to cook dinner later.

Seeing that there was nothing to do here, Zhao Yuanzhen planned to go to the storytelling shop. She hadn't been to the shop for several days.

It’s not far, about ten minutes’ walk.

Zhao Yuanzhen brought Zhang Qingyan there, and Zhang Xinshu went there after he finished his work.

When I pushed the door open, I found that the place was full. The room was very quiet, with only the sound of flipping pages.

Last night, Zhao Yuanzhen updated one new book for each of Hongxiu and Tianxiang. Dream of the Red Chamber was also updated, and a new four-frame comic was published.

200 copies of each new book were printed.

They were all delivered to the shop today.

Zhao Yuanzhen quietly went to the counter to check the account book.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The turnover of the storybook shop was over 6700.

Among them, Hongxiu Tianxiang had a total of 20 kinds of ordinary books, and an average of more than 70 copies of each book were sold. The price was 3 taels of silver per book, totaling 4200 taels of silver.

The price of "Dream of Red Mansions" was 5 taels of silver per copy, and 93 copies were sold, totaling 465 taels.

Four-frame comics cost 2 taels of silver each, and there were 10 types. On average, 95 copies of each type were sold, totaling 1900 taels.

The money from selling books amounted to 6565 taels.

The remaining 100 taels were used for renting books, tea, and snacks.

It turns out that it’s easy to make money from intellectuals.

Those who can afford to read leisure books are all rich people.

Zhao Yuanzhen knew that the storytelling shop would make money, but she didn't expect it to be so profitable in just 9 days.

But it also has something to do with publishing so many books at once. If there are only 6 new books every month, the turnover will not be that much. It will drop by at least three-fifths.

That would have to be more than 2000.

Not bad, not bad. This business is very profitable.

The shop's income, the larger amount, would be handed over to Qian Xiaohui every day, leaving some loose change in silver and copper coins.

The new shopkeeper was Zhang Shu. Zhao Yuanzhen praised him a few words and fed him some chicken soup.

Originally, the lunch at the Huaben Shop was delivered from nearby restaurants. Now, from now on, we can have the meals here delivered by the Tangshui Shop.

I told Zhang Shu that the dessert shop would deliver lunch to him in the future. If he had any business, he could go to the dessert shop to find someone. I would send him a servant tomorrow to run errands and do odd jobs.

After everything was arranged here, Zhao Yuanzhen took Lan Ying back.

After dinner, everyone went to bed early.

We had to get up early the next day to prepare for the opening.

The opening time is set at around 10 o'clock.

Everyone got up at around 6 o'clock.

After breakfast, we started cleaning.

The tables, chairs, benches and furniture were all spotlessly clean.

The cooks also prepare various ingredients in the hope of having the orders served as soon as possible.

Remove the wooden boards from the French windows and draw the curtains.

There are rattan chairs in the room, green plants swaying, and pleasant incense.

At around 9 o'clock, Zhao Yuanlan arrived. What she didn't expect was that Zhao Yuanlan actually brought the third prince and his wife with him.

"Three Emperors...May the Third Young Master be safe and sound, May the Third Young Master's wife be safe and sound. Your arrival truly brings honor to our humble home!"

Seeing so many people around, Zhao Yuanzhen blurted out the word "third prince", but then took it back and changed it to "third young master".

“This calligraphy and painting is nice.”

The third prince walked closer and looked at it, then discovered that the calligraphy was really beautiful.

Looking more closely, I discovered that those poems are also rare masterpieces.

I immediately walked over and read it carefully.

Zhao Yuanzhen quickly invited the Third Prince's wife to sit in the private room upstairs.

The Third Prince's wife asked someone to bring the gift over and then went upstairs.

I randomly picked a private room and went in.

Lan Ying then came over with a steamed wet towel and a menu.

Zhao Yuanzhen took the hot towel and handed it to the princess, then handed over the menu.

The princess was very satisfied with the hot towel, which was a good service.

He wiped his hands and started looking at the menu.

This menu is unique and the names are something I have never seen before.

Looking at the pictures and the labels next to them, I ordered the signature taro balls, bird's nest and white fungus soup, rock sugar and snow pear, thick mud milk tea, snow meringue, and mochi.

Zhao Yuanzhen asked about the sweetness and hotness.

"How sweet would Third Young Master's wife like?"

"Oh? There is such a saying. How sweet are they?"

"There are five and seven points."

"Seven points"

"Would you like it hot or cold?"

"It's hot, right?"

Lan Ying took notes quickly and then went downstairs.

Tell the kitchen to take the order immediately.

The orders are issued very quickly, after all, they are prepared in advance.

It’s all done in 5 minutes.

Two waiters came up with the tray quickly, then bowed and left.

The little maidservant beside the Third Prince's wife took the silver needle and tried them one by one, then nodded slightly.

The Third Prince's wife then picked up the spoon and started to taste it.

"Your white fungus is quite good, very sticky, better than the ones in the palace."

"I got this by chance outside the Great Wall. Lan Ying, go pack a box for the Third Young Master's wife."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lan Ying then said goodbye and hurried to find a small box, picking out the ones with good quality, large crowns and thick flesh.

Then it was sent up.

Butler Xiao quickly took it, then opened it and took a look.

"Madam Zhang's white fungus is really good. It is three times bigger than the one in your house."

"Oh? So much bigger!"

The Third Prince's wife suddenly became interested. Doesn't that mean it's better than tribute?

I took it and took a look at it.

It really looks like a big flower.

After watching it, I started to taste the sugar water.

This taro ball is very glutinous and delicious.

This thick taro milk tea is also very delicious, with the taste of milk and the fragrance of tea.

He tasted a little of everything before stopping to stir the spoon.

"Do you have any follow-up to the book you gave me last time?"

The copy of Dream of the Red Chamber was originally just lying there, but I flipped through it later when I was bored.

I was addicted to it after reading it once. But I stopped reading it halfway.

I really miss you. I always want to see you and ask you when I see you one day.

This was also the reason why she asked the Third Prince to come along today. She overheard Zhao Yuanlan asking for leave, as her sister's dessert shop was about to open, and she had nothing else to do, so she asked the Third Prince to bring her along.

"Yes, it just so happens that new products are available today."

Then he stood up and took the newly-released copy of Dream of the Red Chamber from the small bookshelf next to him.

The Third Prince's wife took the Dream of the Red Chamber and stood up to look at the bookshelf.

She flipped through the books and found that she had never read any of them.

"Give me a set of all these. I'll take them away later."

"Okay, Madam Third Young Master."

Zhao Yuanzhen asked Lan Ying to ask the shopkeeper to go to the warehouse and pack up all the books in the storytelling shop.

After a while, Lan Ying came up with the wrapped books.

At the top is a smaller circle of four-frame comics.

The Third Prince's wife flipped through the book and found the painting style to be very interesting, not something she was familiar with. The story was also very interesting, so she could take it back to show Lin'er.

As they were watching, the Third Prince and Zhao Yuanlan came upstairs. As soon as they came up, they found calligraphy and paintings upstairs, and began to appreciate the calligraphy and poems in each room.

The Third Prince's wife slowly savored the sweet soup while reading Dream of the Red Chamber.

When I was moved, my eyes became red.

Zhao Yuanzhen twitched her lips, still a sentimental person.

"Tell me, why is Daiyu so miserable?"

"It's okay. It's just a little miserable now, but it will be fine later."

"Did Baoyu and her lover finally get married?"

"No, he died later."

Zhao Yuanzhen said this while touching his nose.

"you!"

The Third Prince's wife was so angry that she actually wrote about the death of her own Daiyu!

Then he glared at her, turned his head away and continued watching, ignoring her.

Zhao Yuanzhen: He is really dead, and your Baoyu is married to Baochai.

"I didn't know you were such a famous and talented woman, able to write such an extraordinary masterpiece."

The third prince came in as he spoke.

"My sister has been a talented girl since she was young, and she is well-read in poetry and literature."

Zhao Yuanzhen: Thank you. Please don’t involve me in your bragging.

"I didn't write these, I just happened to see them."

Zhao Yuanzhen doesn't want the name of a talented woman.

"Oh? Which book? I have never read it before."

"In ancient books, they should be books from the previous dynasty."

"Impossible. These are extraordinary poems that were enthusiastically sought after once they were published. It is impossible that they have not been passed down."

"That may be because poets are indifferent to fame and fortune."

"Impossible. This ancient book, if anyone saw it, just revealing one or two poems, would be passed down for centuries. How come Your Highness doesn't know even one poem?"

"Then I don't know."

Zhao Yuanzhen said, I told you, if you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.

"It must have been my sister who did it. She is just too embarrassed to say it. I know how talented my sister is."

Zhao Yuanzhen: Don’t take me with you. I don’t have it. I’m not, and I don’t want to.

"Let's write a poem on the spot. If you do well, I will give you 100 taels of silver for each poem. How about that?"

"Please ask the Third Young Master to give the questions."

Zhao Yuanzhen immediately stood up and saluted respectfully. You must be kidding. Who would have a problem with money?

For one hundred taels of silver per poem, I can recite it until you return empty-handed today.

The third prince raised his eyebrows. He had a nonchalant attitude just now, telling you to think whatever you want, but when money was mentioned, he immediately became respectful.

He is truly a businessman who values ​​money more than anything else.