The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

A restaurant? Fang Xiaoning immediately became vigilant. She had read many novels, and what good things did time travelers do? Once they were targeted by the rich and powerful, they would either want to take advantage of her or buy her husband.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Why don't you two come over to my place for a chat?" Lately, customers have often mentioned how delicious the cold noodles at the food stall across from his restaurant are. Out of curiosity, he asked the waiter to buy him a bowl. To be honest, it wasn't particularly amazing, but it certainly had its unique charm—it was so delicious that you couldn't stop eating it.

He had been observing them for three or four days, watching their business operations unfold before his very eyes. So, a thought crossed his mind: why not buy it and run it himself?

They sell it for 8 coins, but if you go into their restaurant, you can at least double that price.

"I've tried your liangpi (cold skin noodles) these past few days, and this is truly your skill, young lady!" As she spoke, she gave Fang Xiaoning a thumbs up.

Fang Xiaoning smiled at him but didn't say anything.

"Mr. Lü felt that it was not good for you to keep going back and forth like this every day in this hot weather, and it would be even more difficult on rainy days."

Song Feng realized something was wrong and looked at him nervously. Fang Xiaoning quietly patted his hand, signaling him not to panic.

"Shopkeeper, you might as well speak frankly."

“Your liangpi (cold skin noodles) only make a profit of less than 3 wen per bowl, and you can only sell it when it’s hot. It’s so hard work. I was thinking, why not sell it to me? Not only would you work so hard, but you could also make a lot of money at once.”

"How much silver are you willing to pay, shopkeeper?"

"5 taels!"

Fang Xiaoning laughed, and Song Feng panicked. Five taels to buy his family's cold noodle recipe? This guy was dreaming! No, no matter how much they offered, he wouldn't sell it. It belonged to his wife; they were keeping it to set up a stall every year.

"Shopkeeper, do you know how much we earn every day? How much do we earn in one summer? And how much will we earn in countless summers to come?"

Shopkeeper:...

Of course he knew, otherwise, why would he want to buy the prescription?

"What does the young lady mean?"

"We can't sell the prescription. We really need the money urgently, but we can't do something that kills the goose that lays the golden eggs."

Manager Lü was just trying it out; if they didn't sell, he wouldn't force them. It was just cold noodles; his restaurant certainly didn't lack that kind of food. In fact, they had already launched cold noodles these past two days, and they tasted pretty good.

Judging from their clothes, he knew how poor they were. He had no intention of making things difficult for them.

"In that case, I, Lü, will not keep you two any longer!"

He didn't want to stay, but Fang Xiaoning didn't want to leave. It was not easy for a decent person to come looking for them, and they even made food. How could they let them go so easily?

"I wonder if the shopkeeper would be willing to cooperate with us?"

"What do you mean, young lady?"

"Cold skin noodles, left to stand by the well, will keep for two days without spoiling. Shopkeeper, you can buy cold skin noodles from us, and you can mix them yourself and sell them, how about that?"

"You only sell the noodles?"

"Yes."

"How to sell it?"

"5 coins each."

The shopkeeper smiled. Five coins a piece, plus side dishes, it sells for eight coins. How does he make any profit?

"Young lady, you're quite the schemer," she said. "It's all mixed up, with so many toppings, and you're selling it for 8 coins. You're selling me a single sheet of dough for 5 coins? How am I supposed to sell it?"

"Shopkeeper, can the prices of a restaurant compare to those of a street vendor? Besides, you can add some meat or something, it's up to you how you want to mix and match, and how you want to sell it. Five coins, we're just making a meager living."

Think about it, how much does a pound of flour cost, and how much does a single sheet of dough weigh? We really didn't make much money. Why did we sell it for 8 coins? Because we were afraid that if it was too expensive, no one would buy it. The side dishes were all grown by ourselves, which saved us some expenses. Even so, we still didn't make much money.

"You're different. Do the customers who come here care whether it's 8 or 16 coins? Just the three characters 'Yingfulou' are worth more than 8 coins. The lion's share is still yours, isn't it?" She actually wanted to sell it to him for 6 coins, but she knew that this person would definitely not agree. After all, the mixed dish was only 8 coins, and the quoted price was only 5 coins.

Shopkeeper Lü never expected these words to come from a village woman. It was true, but how could several people be so insightful? Business is all about negotiation; even if something seems right, he still had to haggle. He wasn't a sucker.

"Alright, if that's what you say, young lady, I won't haggle anymore. Five coins. You can send 20 coins to the restaurant tomorrow."

"Thank you for your patronage, Manager Lü."

"Hahaha... No problem, no problem!"

This girl is just as good at business as him, it's a pity she's just a village woman.

Fang Xiaoning was overjoyed to have landed a big order, a long-term deal. "Brother Feng, let's go buy some meat!"

"Hey! Xiao Ning, you're amazing!" Song Feng looked at her with admiration.

Just now, even he was incredibly nervous, but his wife wasn't scared at all. Not only did she save the prescription, but she also closed a big deal. His wife is so much more capable than him; from now on, she'll have to make the decisions on important matters at home.

"Let's go buy meat!"

"You're back!" Madam Su quickly opened the courtyard gate, and Song An came out to help carry things. "You wouldn't believe it, five or six people from the village came over just now, asking me about the cold noodles. I was so nervous! They just left, and I haven't even cooked yet. Are you hungry? I'll make some right away!"

Mrs. Su was a little annoyed. Normally, they were nowhere to be seen, but the moment things got a little better at their house, these people swarmed around like flies. Hmph, calling her "sister" all the time—don't think she doesn't know what they're after!

"I know it's dangerous, don't worry, Xiao Anzi and I will keep our mouths shut!"

Fang Xiaoning laughed. That's true. Her family was desperate for money, but they weren't stupid. Why would they casually tell others how to make money?

"Wow, such a big piece of meat! Let's put it in the well and eat it for a few more days."

"No need, we've already cooked it all tonight, Mom. We got a big order today from a restaurant in town. They need 20 servings of cold noodles for tomorrow. If it sells well, they might order more. We're happy today, so let's all eat our fill!"

Twenty sheets! That's enough to earn several dozen coins!

"Oh dear, we didn't do enough dough."

"It's okay, you'll live again in a bit."

Looking at Fang Xiaoning, Su thought, "She's such a lucky girl. Luckily, the Wang family is all blind. Otherwise, her Fengzi wouldn't have this good fortune."