How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Dong Xiaomao coughed twice, turned his back to Li Xi, and said, "Go to bed early."

Li Xi stared at him, and thought of going to the city to be a lady, she couldn't help laughing. She reached out and hugged Dong Xiaomao's waist flatteringly, "Let's sleep together."

"I'm tired." Dong Xiaomao was really tired. He pushed Li Xi's hand away and climbed onto the bed. "Let's sleep."

Li Xi was a little unwilling, but since he had his eyes closed, he had no choice but to give up.

After working hard for more than half a month, the shop was finally ready. Winter had also arrived.

That summer, they didn't set up their stalls, but went to the shop together. The brand-new tables and chairs still exuded a woody fragrance, and the freshly painted walls were spotless. The backyard storage room was still empty, and the other rest room had only a simple wooden bed.

Finally, I looked at the most important kitchen. There were two stoves, one with two burners, and four pots in total. I stewed all four pots together in the morning, so I thought it would be no problem to sell them until the evening.

The exact amount of braising will depend on business. Although food doesn't spoil easily in the cold winter months, fresh food always tastes better.

The kitchen has a square opening against the outer wall for serving food, with the counter outside. You can eat the braised food on your own, but I don't think many people would sit here and eat it. So, while there are tables and chairs, they're not many.

"I can actually own a shop." Dong Xiaohuan held her waist and looked around, her excitement evident in her words.

"I can actually become the shopkeeper." Dong Xiaomao said with a smile.

In the summer, I touched the smooth new table, and the smile on my face never faded. From now on, I don’t have to endure the scorching sun in the summer, the cold wind in the autumn, and I don’t have to anxiously wait for the rain to stop.

After this summer, they all got much darker. I wonder if they can get their white skin back in the future.

"Xiao Mao, you have worked hard." Dong Xiaohuan said sincerely.

"Uncle has made this place so beautiful, just as we expected." Xia Chu praised.

"Thank you for your hard work, uncle." Xia Tian said.

"Uncle is so awesome!" Guan Xu said.

Zhang Zhou thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle is so great?"

Dong Xiaomao laughed out loud and rubbed Zhang Zhou's head. "That's the compliment your mother gave you, right?"

Zhang Zhou lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, and everyone else laughed.

"What are you going to do with Aunt Zhou in the future? Should we ask her to come over here to help?" Xia Chu asked. Aunt Zhou was a very hardworking person, with a keen eye for work, and she was used to it. If she could come over here, it would be the best.

Dong Xiaohuan was quite satisfied with Zhou Qin. She thought it was better to use someone she knew well than someone new. "I'll ask her tomorrow. If she opens a shop, she can't just work half a day. If she works all day, her wages should be increased."

"Oh, okay." Xia Chu had no objection to this. Apart from the fact that Aunt Zhou would secretly take the food she gave her home sometimes, there was nothing else she did. She had never seen her secretly take things from the kitchen.

As for the guys, my brothers are at home for now, so there’s no need to worry too early.

"Then let's pick an auspicious day soon and prepare to open the business?" Dong Xiaomao was happy to see that everyone was satisfied, and felt that all his hard work during this period was not in vain.

"Okay, you decide." Dong Xiaohuan didn't quite understand this either.

There's a new shop opening on Shunping Street, and everyone in the neighborhood knows about it. And judging by the look of it, it looks like either a restaurant or a teahouse.

The interior has been renovated recently, and a plaque has been hung up, but it is covered with a red cloth. I don’t know what business it is doing.

The neighbors on both sides were hoping it wasn't a food shop. There were already too many of them. If another one came, business would be even worse.

Early in the morning, many people, big and small, entered the shop. By noon, the rich aroma of meat filled half the street.

"What does it smell like?"

"It smells so good!"

"Which family is stewing meat?"

"Which restaurant? I have to try it."

Many people followed the smell and came to the closed door of the new shop. Is it for sale or not? It smells so good, but the door is closed.

The preliminary preparations were complete, and Dong Xiaomao came to open the door. As soon as the wooden plank was removed, he was frightened by the crowd that gathered around him and took two steps back. "What are you doing?"

"What smells so good in your house?"

"Are you going to sell it or not?"

"Can we eat now?"

"When will it open?"

"The red cloth at the door hasn't been taken down, but the business hasn't opened yet?"

Dong Xiaomao understood the conversation. He first bowed and raised his voice, saying, "Everyone, please wait a moment. We will open today and are about to open the door. Please make way."

"hurry up."

"Drive quickly, drive quickly."

Dong Xiaohuan thought someone was causing trouble, but when she walked over to take a look, she realized that they were attracted by the smell.

Wang Yong took a day off today, so he naturally had to be present on the first day the shop opened.

The two men lowered the door together, and in a moment, the shop was exposed. Dong Xiaomao held a string of firecrackers on a bamboo pole and said, "Everyone, please make way. I'm going to light it."

The crowd quickly moved away, as it would really hurt if this thing exploded on the face.

The crackling sound of firecrackers filled the entire street, attracting more people.

"Our shop is opening today. We offer buy-one-get-one-free deals, and there are also free samples. Dear guests, you can come into the store and try the food. If it tastes good, you can buy it. If it doesn't, you can turn around and leave." These words were thought of by the girl Xia Chu. He thought it was very interesting, and after hearing it, he also wanted to go in and try it.

Wang Yong pulled the red cloth at the door, and the words "Wang's Braised Food" came into everyone's sight.

Having practiced setting up stalls for a few days in the summer, I was not afraid of the crowds. When someone came in, I would serve them a plate of pre-cut food for tasting. It was only a small plate, and each item was only a bite-sized portion.

Zhou Qin looked out the kitchen door. There were so many people outside that many couldn't squeeze in. The business was incredible. But Wang's food was indeed delicious. She had tried it several times herself and even brought some back for her family to try. They all said it was good, and there was no sign of offal at all.

She had also had some bad thoughts, wanting to see how it was made. She even knew that the most important thing about this thing was the package that Mrs. Wang threw into the pot.

But her conscience eventually prevailed. The Wang family treated her well, occasionally giving her food. She secretly brought it home, and no one said anything. They also didn't feel like other families expected her to work non-stop. Worse still, they often ordered her around and withheld her wages.

Now she could work all day, earning forty wen a day, including lunch. She was content. No other woman could earn as much as she did. Didn't her daughter-in-law look after her, always counting on her for the money? She figured it was better to work hard, and the money would give her peace of mind.

Xia had actually considered running a full-scale ad campaign, perhaps just handing out flyers or something. But when she asked about the price of paper, she gave up. This wasn't a marketing strategy that most people could afford; it was too expensive.

Fortunately, the aroma of the braised food was enticing enough that the shop was packed with people the moment it opened. They had been setting up stalls these days and had told everyone about the new shop's address, but it was unclear how many people would actually come.