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"Mr. Song, don't underestimate me. Although I'm just a street vendor, I still know a few words." Li Yujiao said.

Song Ning hurried over to take a look, and saw that she had written some crooked and incomplete words with a brush, and vaguely it could be seen that it was "opening plan".

"Is my handwriting ugly?" Li Yujiao has never practiced calligraphy since she was a child, let alone writing traditional Chinese characters.

But Song Ning's eyes were already full of admiration, "No, no, young lady, your handwriting is really good. The women like you that I know can't write, let alone write...opening plans."

Not far away, Jing Qishan became angry when he saw Song Ning's flattering look, but he had no objection because what Song Ning said was true and his wife was indeed good.

Li Yujiao said to Song Ning, "It's a pity that I can't draw. My shop is about to open, right? I want to draw the bread and the hot and sour noodles I want to sell on paper and then send them out."

"Oh, I understand. When I was studying in the city, I saw some merchants doing this. It's called... doing business."

Jing Qishan: "I know this."

But Li Yujiao ignored him and asked Song Ning: "Does Mr. Song have any good suggestions?"

Song Ning was a little embarrassed: "It's not a suggestion, but if you need it, I can draw bread and hot and sour noodles on paper for you. Once these are seen, illiterate people will know what you are selling."

"Really?" Li Yujiao's eyes lit up.

Song Ning smiled, then took the paper and pen from the table and started drawing.

After a while, the simplified Chinese characters of bread and hot and sour noodles appeared on the paper.

Li Yujiao couldn't help but praise him: "Mr. Song, you are really knowledgeable. You can teach and paint."

"How much do you want to draw, young lady? I can draw it for you."

"I want... 300 tickets, is that okay?" Li Yujiao asked, "I can give you one or two taels of silver as a reward."

Song Ning clicked his tongue. It was a bit too much and he would need an entire night to finish it.

But he quickly agreed: "No problem."

Jing Qishan on the side sneered: "It's a waste of time and effort!"

Song Ning was a little embarrassed by what he said, but Li Yujiao said, "Mr. Song just wanted to help, why are you mocking him?"

"Maybe I have a better idea." Jing Qishan said.

Li Yujiao asked curiously: "You? What's your idea?"

Jing Qishan said calmly: "What you call going out to distribute orders is nothing more than wanting to attract more people. There are many ways to attract people. The simplest and most direct way is to invite a troupe to perform a show. When the time comes, the people who come can watch the show and eat at the same time. Isn't it wonderful?"

Li Yujiao said, "Of course I have thought about hiring a troupe, but I wonder how much money it would cost to hire a troupe for one day?"

Song Ning said, "Whenever someone passes the exam, our teacher will invite a troupe to celebrate. I asked, and they charge three taels of silver for one performance. I'm afraid they charge seven or eight taels of silver for a whole day."

Li Yujiao said: "I didn't hire a troupe because I didn't have enough budget."

Jing Qishan snorted again: "Although it costs a lot to invite a troupe of actors, the rewards are also huge. How many people can you attract in a day by sending out that kind of paper? If you invite a troupe of actors, then all the people on the street will come uninvited. Not only can you get back the cost, but it can also make your food shop look more upscale."

Li Yujiao couldn't help but ponder.

Jing Qishan is a future treacherous minister. If he doesn't have some skills, he can't become a minister. Maybe we can listen to what he says.

Seeing Li Yujiao's hesitation, Song Ning was a little worried that Li Yujiao would stop him from painting, so he asked, "Young lady, are you still going to paint?"

"Paint, of course I have to paint!" said Li Yujiao.

Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief. Now was his chance to show off his skills!

He said, "My dear, I will definitely paint well and live up to your expectations."

Jing Qishan was extremely angry.

Short-sighted stupid woman!

But Li Yujiao continued, "Let's put it this way. We need to invite the opera troupe and also paint. We need to prepare for both at the same time."

Two men:...

……

Not long after Song Ning left, another person came to the door.

It turned out to be Jing Qizhi who suddenly disappeared on the day of sacrifice.

Jing Qizhi's face looked serious and resolute, as if he had made some great decision, which left Jing Qishan and Li Yujiao puzzled.

Jing Qishan didn't look happy when he saw Jing Qizhi.

After Song Ning finally left, he could be alone with Li Yujiao, but now a big fool Jing Qizhi came. Why are these people following Li Yujiao around?

"Qizhi, why are you here?" Li Yujiao asked.

Unexpectedly, Jing Qizhi knelt down in front of Li Yujiao and said solemnly: "Little cousin, please accept me!"

"Take, take you in?" Li Yujiao was totally confused.

Why did they accept him? Could it be that women in this dynasty could have three wives and four concubines?

Jing Qishan was also furious when he heard this. Why are there always cheap men who want to seduce his wife? His original wife is still here!

But Jing Qizhi spoke again: "Little cousin, I have thought it through. If you are willing to accept me as your apprentice, I will work like a cow or a horse for you. I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

Li Yujiao: …

Jing Qishan: ...

It turns out that they were thinking wrongly.

"Disciple, disciple..." Li Yujiao murmured.

Jing Qishan asked sarcastically, "What else do you want him to do?"

Li Yu said to Jing Qizhi: "But I don't know martial arts, so I can't teach you. Besides, you are so old now, even if you learn, you can only learn the basics."

Jing Qishan didn't take it seriously. He said to Li Yujiao, "Your shop is still short of a dishwasher, isn't there one ready now?"

Li Yujiao said: "He came here to learn martial arts."

"Have you forgotten that I came back from the battlefield? Isn't it easy to teach him some martial arts?"

After hearing this, Jing Jizhi immediately kowtowed to Jing Qishan: "Third cousin, I will definitely do my best, as long as you let me stay here!"

Jing Qishan began to assign him tasks: "Then you clean the attic in the backyard first. If you can't clean it clean, get out now. If you pass the trial, you will get one tael of silver per month!"

Upon hearing that there was still money, Jing Qizhi immediately went to clean the backyard.

Li Yujiao was shocked at Jing Qishan, "One tael of silver? Aren't you afraid that others will say we are skinning people?"

Jing Qishan didn't care: "Let's talk about it after he can do it well!"

……

Li Yujiao began to inquire about nearby opera troupes.

She heard that some teahouses in the town had their own opera troupes and would also take on work from outside, so she went to inquire.

When the teahouse manager heard that she wanted to invite a troupe, he stared at her with a teasing look: "You? Invite a troupe?"

"No?" Li Yujiao asked.

In fact, she knew without asking that the person in charge saw that she was dressed poorly.

In this dynasty, rich people wore silk clothes with wide sleeves, and it was obvious at first glance that they were not working people. Even the servants of rich families wore clothes made of very fine materials.

Because she had to work and set up a stall, she always wore linen clothes, just wanting to be simple and convenient.

"So if you want to hire a troupe, do you want to hire them for one show or for a whole day?"

"One day, of course!"

The manager's expression was even more ridiculous: "You can earn seven taels of silver a day. Do you have that much money?"

Li Yujiao hated the manager, but she couldn't help but said, "According to the budget, there should be!"

As soon as she finished answering, she heard someone greet her: "Hey, isn't this the young lady from the Jing family who sells bread?"