Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

The most prosperous street in the capital is Zhuque Street. A new store opened on Zhuque Street today.

The name of the store is particularly grand.

"Thousand Machine Pavilion"

As soon as the shop opened, it immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

Those who can open a shop on Zhuque Street are all powerful and influential. I wonder who the owner of Qianji Pavilion is.

The location of this shop is very good. No matter what you do, you can make money. Some people have been eyeing this shop before, but unfortunately no one has found out who the owner of the shop is. Now that it is open, of course people will notice it.

but····

"Qianji Pavilion, what does this name...sell?"

The owner of the restaurant opposite Qianji Pavilion became confused.

Just like a restaurant is followed by “restaurant” and a cloth shop is followed by “cloth shop”... the name of a shop should be simple and clear, so that people can know what is sold at a glance.

What on earth does the name Qianji Pavilion sell?

"If you want to know what's for sale, that's easy. Just go in and buy something."

The accountant next to the shopkeeper said indifferently.

There are so many shops coming and going on this street. As long as they are not restaurants like yours, you don't have to worry about them.

Besides, even if they run a restaurant, with their own owner around, no one would dare to steal their Zhuangyuanlou’s business.

The shopkeeper was fed up with the way his accountant looked down on everyone. Wasn't he just an accountant? He acted out the role of a bully vividly.

He sneered and told the accountant: "Then go and see what they are selling across the street?"

Just take a look, the accountant raised his head, flicked his sleeves and went into the shop opposite.

Seeing someone entering the store, many of the people who were gathered at the door watching the fun followed him in.

As he entered the shop, the accountant was stunned. The shop was full of pretty young ladies, all wearing aqua green clothes.

These young ladies have fair skin and no signs of labor on their hands. You can tell at first glance that they are from good families.

But how could a girl from a good family work as a waitress in a store?

How can I get married after I show up in public?

Even if I could get married, I wouldn't be able to find a good family.

The ladies ignored the accountant's doubts. They smiled and shouted in a clear voice: "Welcome, Qianji Pavilion is a store specializing in secret recipes. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The secret recipe?

The accountant's attention was immediately diverted.

No little lady is as powerful as the secret recipe.

The secret recipe is something that is kept tightly guarded by all the noble families. As long as the secret recipe exists, there is a basic chance that the noble family will not fall.

How could someone come to sell secret recipes?

How can you bear to do that?

But now, the accountant ran outside at the speed of the wind.

He wanted to inform his master.

When something like selling secret recipes happens, of course the master has to get involved.

"Why·····"

How did you run away?

He stretched out his arms with pity to cherish the flowers.

The accountant ran away, and Xihua set her sights on the second person who came in.

This man was a clerk at the silk shop next door to Qianji Pavilion. He came on the orders of the shopkeeper to inquire what Qianji Pavilion sold.

"Hey, my shop sells secret recipes. Is there anything you need?"

"Really?" the guy asked tremblingly.

He also knew the importance of secret recipes. Just like their silk shop, the reason why they could make a fortune in the capital was because of a special weaving method and a special dyeing method.

That’s why the store is packed with customers and demand exceeds supply.

"Really? And it's very cheap." Xihua replied with a smile.

"Is there any dyeing recipe?"

The guy asked in a low voice, looking around as he asked, afraid of being heard by others.

"How ignorant!"

Xihua made a small complaint, completely forgetting how stupidly she had looked with her mouth wide open in shock a few days ago.

It took several days of mental preparation before I could calmly sell the store's secret recipes to customers.

"There are ultramarine, purple, madder crimson, moon white, bright yellow..."

The more Xihua talked, the clerk's mouth opened wider. These colors are very precious, especially the bright yellow that is reserved for the royal family. This shop is really amazing.

"What's the price?"

This time the waiter's voice trembled. If they could get a good color, their silk shop...

The guys behind didn't dare to think about it.

"The rare colors are 100 taels of silver each, and the common colors are coins each. The earlier you come, the better."

"Isn't it a secret recipe? Why is the price so cheap?" The guy opened his mouth wide.

Whoever sells a secret recipe so cheaply, it really doesn’t take it seriously.

"Of course it's cheap. Our secret recipe is to sell at a low profit but quick turnover. We will sell to anyone who wants to buy."

"Wait a minute, I'll go find our shopkeeper."

The young man ran out as fast as the accountant in front of him.

“Is there a secret recipe for making paper?”

"Have!"

"Any recipe for spices?"

"have!"

“Do you have a secret recipe for cooking?”

"Have!"

"Is there a prescription?"

"Have!"

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Xihua answered each question with extraordinary confidence.

It’s also because those prescriptions handed down from ancient times are quite cheap to buy, otherwise Xu Jinyu would not be able to afford to open this Qianji Pavilion.

The first group of people who came in were almost all from shops on this street who came to inquire about the news. After hearing Xihua's answer, they all had the same reaction: they ran away.

They can't make the decision on this matter, so of course they have to find someone who can make the decision.

Soon, everyone in the shop ran away, leaving only an old man in ragged clothes standing at the door of the shop.

Facing the enthusiastic gazes of a group of young ladies, he twisted his shoulders at a loss.

The old man's name was Lao Hei, and he was just passing by delivering firewood to a shop. Autumn was the peak season for woodcutters, and every household was storing firewood for the winter.

When Lao Hei saw that a new store had opened, he came over.

Generally, shops that can be opened on Zhuque Street are all wealthy. When a new shop opens, a basket of copper coins will be scattered out. If the shop is well-off, some small change will be mixed in.

He was so happy and wondered if he could pick up a few coppers, which would at least make up for his hard work for half a day.

Lao Hei moved his wrinkled face and forced a flattering smile, "Young lady, I... I can't afford the secret recipe."

Xihua looked at the old man's clothes and knew that he didn't have much money, but she thought of going to Her Royal Highness the Princess's home.

Still enthusiastically introducing to the old man: "Secret recipes have expensive ones, and naturally there are cheap ones, just like this tofu secret recipe, my master said that it only costs ten cents."

Ten cents, what secret recipe can be sold for ten cents, it can’t be a scam!

This was Lao Hei’s first reaction.

The expression on Lao Hei’s face was so easy to understand that Xihua knew what it meant right away.

"Don't worry, old man. I'll sell it for ten cents. I just said that we should make small profits but quick turnover. Do you want to come and see what this tofu is? It's definitely suitable for an old man like you."

A secret recipe suitable for the elderly. I don’t know if it was because the young lady spoke too gently or because he was tired from walking, but Lao Hei was reluctant to leave the shop.

"What is it?"

Xihua took out a plate of snow-white tofu from the counter and handed it to Lao Hei along with the chopsticks.

“Is this tofu edible?”

"Correct!"

Lao Hei took the chopsticks and tasted it carefully. It didn't have much taste, but it was soft and especially friendly to an old man like him with bad teeth.

Next, Lao Hei sped up and ate the entire dish of tofu cleanly.

If the young lady hadn't been watching him, he would have picked up the plate and licked it.

After finishing the meal, he touched his stomach contentedly. He hadn't been so full for a long time. There was no way the thin porridge would fill him up, and the dry food was too much for him to chew.

It's like this when you get older.

I don’t know what this thing is made of, but it’s soft and tastes good, and it’s especially friendly to an old man like him who has lost half of his teeth.

“What is this made of?”

"beans."

"Beans, the beans that horses eat?"

"right!"

"I'll buy it!"

Without asking any more questions, Lao Hei took out ten cents from his pocket and put it in Xihua's hand.

But then Lao Hei ran into trouble again. He couldn't read, so how could he learn the secret recipe?

"Go to the backyard and someone will teach you."

"Why!"