I was a queen in ancient times, no, a maid!

Mother Wang took the delivery man Zhang to settle the bills for more than three months.

After checking the account book and reporting some bills to the delivery man Zhang, he settled all the money with him.

Zhang, the vegetable deliveryman, calculated in his mind that he could make a net profit of more than fifteen taels of silver in these three months.

Naturally, I feel happy.

This vegetable delivery man Zhang is actually not a vegetable farmer. Instead, he buys the vegetables from the farmers at low prices. The money is not paid in cash to the farmers or vendors.

After he settles the money with the master, he will give the money to his subordinates.

Therefore, after Zhang, the vegetable delivery man, pays back all the money he gave to the vegetable farmers and the department store today, he will still have fifteen taels left.

Although the second wife of the Lu family's small kitchen requires higher quality ingredients, they really paid promptly and without delay.

In this regard, Zhang the Food Delivery Man was very willing to cooperate with Mrs. Lu's small kitchen.

He also did not forget to do something good for Mother Wang and gave her a sum of money.

Mother Wang was naturally very happy and kept praising the food delivery man Zhang as a businessman.

Mother Wang took the money, a full tael of silver, and went back to her residence to put it away.

Cheng Yu was waiting in the corridor outside the small kitchen. When he saw Zhang delivering the food, he greeted him.

"This way."

"But has it all been settled?"

Zhang Yuanjie said, "They have all been paid off. The lady is kind-hearted and never defaults on these."

"My wife knows that the people at the bottom of society have a hard time. She is kind-hearted. The ingredients you send to our kitchen in the future must be the best. You must not pass off inferior ingredients as good ones."

"Natural, natural."

Zhang Yuanjie chuckled.

Seeing Cheng Yu looking at him, Zhang Yuanjie was afraid that his smile was too obscene and would be disliked by Miss Yuer.

Busy hiding my smile.

"Miss Yu'er, is your stew ready?"

"Aren't I waiting for you here? Everything is ready. I heard that you can read?" Cheng Yu asked.

Zhang Yuanjie: "I can read, but not a lot, but it's enough for daily use."

"Well, I'll write down the prices. You can adjust the price by one to three cents, depending on the market price."

Zhang Yuanjie said, "Miss Yu'er, do you want to sell them in a big restaurant or at a small stall outside? If you sell them in a big restaurant, the price will be higher. However, these are just some miscellaneous items, and no big restaurant will accept them.

If I want to sell it on the market, I have a sister at home, and I asked her to set up a stall at the moat pier, but you know, the people working at the pier are all low-level people, so the price can't be high."

In fact, Cheng Yu had thought about this matter a long time ago.

She didn't plan to sell the things she made to big restaurants.

People who can eat in big restaurants are definitely rich, and rich people have a lot of things to do. The braised pork she makes is very good, and people around her like it, but it is not certain that rich people will not get stomach upset or other discomforts after eating it.

Because these stewed dishes offended the powerful, they investigated her step by step and finally found her out.

It's not necessary.

The main reason is that these duck and chicken offal are not presentable.

No matter how good your cooking skills are, no one will eat these things, which means that poor people don’t care about them.

In wealthy families, these miscellaneous items are not allowed to be cooked in the kitchen stove.

Cheng Yu told Zhang Yuanjie that they could take the products outside and set up a stall to sell them. If any pub or restaurant wanted them in the future, they could give them the products, but they had to sign an agreement.

The stewed food will be delivered to you, but we are not responsible for the consequences after the sale.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanjie couldn't help but give Cheng Yu a thumbs up in his heart.

"Miss Yu'er is really thoughtful. Let's do as you say."

"Well, this is the price I wrote down. The price of duck is a little higher than that of chicken offal. Chicken heads are sold by the kilogram, and duck heads are sold by the piece. There are not many duck heads. As for the price, I have written it down. You can compare it with the price of stewed meat in the market. It's up to you to decide whether it is higher or lower."

Zhang Yuanjie: "Since Miss Yu'er trusts me so much, I will definitely do a good job."

"Please, young man from the Zhang family."

Cheng Yu spoke politely.

After Cheng Yu finished speaking, he handed the braised pork in the wooden barrel to Zhang Yuanjie.

Zhang Yuanjie put the things on a shoulder pole, carried it and left.

The stewed food is placed in a wooden barrel, which is placed on a shoulder pole and sealed tightly, so there is no need to worry about the smell leaking out.

Zhang Yuanjie lived at No. 18 Ding, West Street. The alley house in front of his house was small, so he carried a shoulder pole, pushed open the door and went home.

When Zhang Yuanjie returned home, he saw his sister making steamed buns and going to sell them.

The Zhang family lives a good life because everyone in the family has the brains to make money.

Zhang Yuanjie delivers food to wealthy households or restaurants. The money he earned from delivering food to the second wife of the Lu family this month is not common. If he delivers food to other households or restaurants, earning one or two taels a month is the most he can earn.

Especially in some pubs, which mainly sell alcohol, the dishes they serve are not necessarily good or bad.

As long as it's edible.

Among Zhang Yuanjie’s clients, the only one who is particular is the second wife of the Lu family.

It is also the portal that makes Zhang Yuanjie the most money.

Zhang Yuanjie's sister Zhang Sanniang went outside to set up a stall to sell some food.

Like steamed buns, steamed bread, cakes, etc.

I didn’t make much, but I didn’t lose money either.

Hearing her brother calling, Zhang Sanniang came out of the kitchen, "Brother, I'm at home. Look, I just made some steamed buns and plan to sell them at the dock this morning."

"Look, what is this?"

Zhang Yuanjie took out the wooden barrel and went straight into the kitchen. After opening the barrel, he saw that half of the barrel was filled with fragrant stew.

"Brother, these aren't the rubbish you collected that day, are they?"

"That's it. I told you, Miss Yu'er is a good cook, right?" Zhang Yuanjie said, picking up chopsticks and taking out a duck neck. "Try it and see how it tastes."

Zhang Sanniang asked, "Is it okay? This is food made by someone else, and they asked you to sell it on their behalf. It's not appropriate for us to eat their food."

Listening to her speak, you can tell that this woman is a principled person who doesn't take advantage of others.

Zhang Yuanjie said: "Miss Yu'er said that we can eat."

"Don't worry, I'll remember how much you ate. When I come back to settle the bill with Miss Yu'er, I'll definitely include her."

Zhang Sanniang felt something was wrong. She had always been petty and would be a bastard if she didn't take advantage of an opportunity. But this time, she didn't even take advantage of Miss Yu'er.

But soon Zhang Sanniang's attention was attracted by the duck neck.

She took a bite and tasted freshness and fragrance with a slight sweetness and spiciness.

"It's delicious, brother. This stew is really delicious."

"I never thought that duck neck could be cooked so deliciously. The meat is chewy and so tasty."

Zhang Sanniang took the duck neck and started to eat it.

Zhang Yuanjie also laughed happily, as if he was the one being praised.