After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Just when Fang Tong was thinking of asking the guide what was going on, he spoke first.

"Almost there, right ahead!"

Fang Tong looked around and saw that he was looking at a large mansion. He could hear crying and shouting from a long distance away, and the noise was quite loud.

"Divine Doctor Zhou! Divine Doctor Zhou! Please!"

"Dr. Zhou! Please check on my son!"

Fang Tong didn't need to doubt it, because the word "Zhou" was written on the door of the house.

They arrived at the side of Zhou's house. Around the closed door, there were people standing, kneeling, and lying everywhere.

Not only were there people crying and shouting, but there were also people knocking on the door constantly. Men, women, young and old, all seemed to be seeking medical treatment.

"Dad, there are so many people."

Fang Tong didn't expect that, considering that it had only been a short time since Doctor Zhou returned, there were actually so many people guarding here.

"Hey."

The guide stretched out his hand and held it in front of him. He quickly paid the remaining eight cents and pushed Qin Yan and his daughter forward.

Clang.

Unexpectedly, just as they stood firm, they heard the sound of a bolt being moved from behind the door in front of them. The people at the door were startled and rushed forward. Fang Tong quickly stabilized his son's wheelchair.

"Don't push! Don't you see there are so many patients in front of you?"

The door opened and an old man with a white beard and who looked like a servant walked out. He had a serious expressionless face. Everyone looked at each other and did not dare to move forward for fear of offending the miracle doctor.

The old servant looked around and bowed to the people outside. "Everyone, my master is old and tired from traveling. I really can't see you. If your condition is urgent, please find another place to treat it. Don't delay the treatment here. My master really can't bear it."

He was polite and had a calm attitude, but I'm afraid the people at the door wouldn't be able to accept what he said.

After the old servant finished speaking, he closed the door. The person standing in front tried to push it open, but failed.

"Mr. Zhou, please be kind!"

Most of these people were seriously ill and had nowhere else to go, otherwise they would not be willing to do the job of guarding the gate and blocking people. Even if the old servant came out to persuade them, they were unwilling to leave.

Fang Tong turned his head and looked at his daughter. Fang Nanzhi's legs were sore from walking, and now she was about to hang on her brother's wheelchair.

"tired?"

The little girl nodded, then shook her head: "I'm not tired. When will the old doctor come out?"

"Let's wait too."

By the time they had waited, it was already dark, and the patients who came for treatment no longer had the energy to shout. They waited dejectedly around, and from time to time, the sound of someone crying softly could be heard.

Fang Tong squatted on the ground and heard the rumbling sound of his daughter's stomach next to him.

His stomach was empty and he was very hungry.

Standing up and patting his legs that were numb from squatting, Fang Tong looked at the still-closed side door and gritted his teeth: "No more waiting, let's go!"

Since the home of the old doctor Zhou is here and so many people are eager to see a doctor, even if I come back after a while, I am afraid I will not lose the news. I can't be so stubborn and wait like this, otherwise I will get sick.

When they returned to the inn, Qian Fengping came to greet them as soon as they entered.

"It's getting dark, you're finally back."

She breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch the two children: "Are you tired?"

Fang Nanzhi grabbed her wrists with both hands, and the little girl said softly, "Auntie, I'm hungry..."

She looked at Fang Tong and said, "I just asked, and they have vegetarian noodles. How about we have that for dinner? I'll bring the meat sauce."

Fang Tong was also starving, and had no objection to her arrangement: "Okay, I'll listen to Mother Qian."

A bowl of vegetarian noodles in the inn costs four cents, and Fang Yin can eat two bowls by himself. The meat sauce he brought from home is fragrant, and the whole family eats it without even raising their heads.

After drinking half a bowl, Fang Tong felt his stomach was much better and told Qian Fengping what happened today.

"What should we do? We still have to go and wait, right?"

"We have to go. Who knows when the old doctor will be able to see a few of them?"

Fang Tong wiped his mouth and said, "Tomorrow our whole family will go. Qian Niang, you take Yan'er and guard the side door like everyone else. Let my second brother accompany you. I will take my daughter to the main gate."

Everyone in the family listened to his arrangements; the old doctor was their last hope.

After dinner, Fang Tong always felt that there was something else to do today. He sat there for a while, then reached out and slapped his forehead.

"Oh right, I still have to deliver the cake to the teahouse, I'll be there first!"

He stood up to get the cake, and Fang Nanzhi put down his chopsticks: "Dad, I'll go with you!"

Fang Tong turned around and stopped his daughter who was running over: "Aren't you exhausted?"

"No, I'm just hungry. I'm fine now. Dad, take me there!"

He reached out and touched the little girl's belly: "Are you really full?"

Fang Nanzhi nodded repeatedly before he nodded, went back to get the cake, held it in one hand, held his daughter's hand with the other, said hello to Qian Niang, and went to the teahouse.

There were not many people in the teahouse at that time. As soon as Fang Tong entered, he saw the shopkeeper fiddling with an abacus at the front desk.

"Shopkeeper Gou!"

The two sides greeted each other, the shopkeeper called out to the waiter, and took Fang Tong and his daughter to the house in the backyard.

"Is this the cake you were talking about?"

Shopkeeper Gou took a piece that was separately allocated and smelled it carefully. A sweet fragrance came up, which seemed different from the sweetness of some snacks that were purely sugary.

He took a bite under Fang Tong's gaze. The pastry was soft, not the kind that would drop crumbs when bitten, nor the kind that was hard like ordinary pasta, but somewhere in between.

I heard him say before that this cake is quite famous in the county, and now I actually believe it.

At least in the capital, he has never eaten anything like this. This is an opportunity!

Shopkeeper Gou pondered for a moment, then pointed at the table in front of him. "Here, our teahouse needs a long-term supply. However, this cake is probably difficult to store. It will probably take half a day to get it from the capital to your place, and back. The cost..."

Fang Tong understood immediately. He must be satisfied with the cake, but he also felt that frequent pick-ups would take up one person and one car, and he was afraid that he would not be able to sell it at a high price, which was not worth the hassle.

He thought for a moment and then spoke.

"How about the shopkeeper, Ru Ru, listen to my idea?"

"Oh?"

"You're also the first cake business I've discussed with you in the capital. Since we're both unsure, why don't you just decide for yourself? Sell as many cakes as you can each day, while stocks last."

"We can't buy too much for each guest. We want everyone who wants to eat to have some, but we can't let them eat as much as they want. Otherwise, people will keep thinking about it."

Shopkeeper Gou has been in this business for many years and has seen many tricks. He looked Fang Tong up and down with a smile in his eyes.

"Brother Fang, you really have some talent for business. No wonder you were able to bring this business to the capital."

Fang Tong waved his hands repeatedly: "What am I? I'm just a little clever. My wife's work is still good."

He was modest, and Shopkeeper Gou didn't say much. What was important was the business at hand.

"Then how much does this cake cost..."