I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Different from collapsed pancakes, pancakes are made by cracking eggs on top of the pancakes before they are fully cooked. Then, the pancakes, sauces, and diced vegetables are layered on top of each other. Finally, they are folded in half, and the outside is firm. The pancakes and tender eggs are filled with crispy glutinous rice balls, mixed with delicious sauces and fresh diced vegetables, which are extra delicious.

Yan Moji made the first pancake, and seeing that many people had already gathered around, he put on a warm smile and said loudly: "It's the first time to sell today, and the first five pancakes are only two yuan. !Guest officials, come and try something new!"

People are always greedy for cheap, and "limited discounts" can make people feel like "if you don't buy, you will lose".

The crowd who were still standing and watching suddenly came over with a few curious ones: "Give me one!"

Yan Moji just wanted to use this simple trick to open up the gap in the market. Anyway, he has enough confidence in his craftsmanship, so he quickly handed the freshly baked pancakes to the first person, and then waved his hands The spoon and shovel in it continued to do it.

The man took the food that he had never seen before, and smelled it curiously. The golden pancakes were wrapped with golden glutinous rice balls, the simple and pure aroma of eggs and noodles and the richness of unknown sauce. The umami flavors are blended together, and people can't help but move their index fingers when they smell it.

"Delicious!"

The man took a bite and was so hot that he breathed out, he still didn't forget to give Yan Moji a thumbs up: "Little Langjun, you really want this pancake!"

Yan Moji smiled kindly, and kept moving his hands, doing one piece after another.

The people who came later saw that the people who bought it earlier exclaimed that it was delicious, and their curiosity became stronger.Although this town is not considered rich and powerful, every household has no worries about food and clothing. Except for self-defeating like Yuanshen, there is basically no need to worry about food and clothing.

Therefore, although the three coins are a little more expensive, most people are still willing to pay for it if they try something new.

This is also Yan Moji's pricing after spending a whole morning investigating and carefully considering.

It will not exceed the bottom line of acceptance of most townspeople, and it can also make more money to pay off gambling debts.

As for whether pancakes can attract popularity...

A joke, in the 21st century, the roadside food that can be found almost everywhere in the streets and alleys of the north and south of the river, won't it attract people?

What's more, Yan Moji's glutinous rice balls and sauces were improved by himself!

Sure enough, most of the people who bought pancakes were overwhelmed by this simple and delicious delicacy after eating it, and praised it; those who did not enjoy one after eating it would buy another one.

Yan Moji was so busy that he was sweating profusely. Suddenly he saw a familiar man pushing forward to order a pancake. He remembered it after a while, and smiled immediately: "I remember you, add more spicy peppers. right?"

This man was the first porter who bought Yan Moji's pancakes in the morning. He was taken aback when he heard this, and then laughed in surprise: "Yes, add more spicy peppers, Mr. Xiaolang has a good memory!"

Yan Moji smiled and didn't say much.

His memory for food-related matters is indeed very strong. When he opened a shop in his previous life, he can clearly remember all the tastes and preferences of customers who came once.

After traveling to this world, this memory ability has not disappeared.

Not only the customers who came to buy Yan Moji's pancakes in the morning, but even those passers-by who happened to meet yesterday when he went out to investigate, if they appeared in front of him now, he would still remember the taste preferences mentioned by those people.

May I ask which customer doesn't like a shop that knows his own taste?

In his previous life, Yan Moji easily earned a lot of repeat customers by doing this. Now that he started from nothing, he certainly won't forget his advantage.

Ji Mingwu sat not far away, while gently stroking his almost showy right leg, while silently watching Yan Moji selling pancakes with a profuse sweat and a flowery smile.

In the past two days, the changes in his son-in-law really surprised him.

In the past, Yan Moji used to drink and gamble outside every day, and only came home drunk when it was time for meals. He ate his own food and didn't know how to wash the dishes; when he was sleeping, he closed the door tightly, as if Afraid of what I would do to him...

And when encountering debt collectors, he would shrink back home shivering like a cat or a mouse, and shamelessly let himself, a husband with only a name at all, face those debt collectors.

Thinking of Yan Moji's vigilant and disgusted eyes in the past month, Ji Mingwu's always calm eyes also showed a hint of contempt.

But immediately, the contempt in Ji Mingwu's eyes turned to doubt.

Although the previous Yan Moji was a lump of mud that couldn't support the wall, it was so rotten that Ji Mingwu could see through what he was going to do at a glance;

In the past two days, Yan Moji made Ji Mingwu feel a little unclear.

Not to mention a drop of alcohol, he even took the initiative to cook. What is even more surprising is that he actually had the courage to face the menacing eyes of the debt collector, patted his chest and said that he would definitely make money within seven days.

More importantly, it actually made money!

Although Ji Mingwu knew nothing about business, seeing how popular Yan Moji's stall was now, he knew that he definitely made a lot of money.

Ji Mingwu looked at the thin figure, touched his crutch, and fell into deep thought.

——Could it be that he really intends to turn his prodigal son back and live in peace?

Ji Mingwu couldn't help flashing this thought in his mind, and he subconsciously dispelled it immediately.

——It’s only been two days. Whether it’s really reformed or just a whim, we’ll have to wait a few days to see.

Thinking like this, Ji Mingwu slowly calmed down, and his face changed back to that expressionless expression.

Suddenly, a greasy hand held a steaming food in front of Ji Mingwu.

Ji Mingwu was stunned for a moment, raised his head, saw Yan Moji's handsome face with a warm smile, turned his head to look at the pancake stand over there, and found that the stall that was surrounded by a large group of people not long ago was now empty up.

Seeing Ji Mingwu's actions, Yan Moji guessed what Ji Mingwu was thinking, and explained with a smile: "It's sold out, this is the last one."

Sold out?

Ji Mingwu was taken aback again.So fast?

"It's time-consuming to make Guozi, and I didn't make much in the afternoon." Yan Moji added, and passed the pancake Guozi in his hand, "Brother Wu, you haven't tasted this yet, have you? The last one is for you to taste."

Thinking of Ji Mingwu's obsession with washing his hands, and fearing that Ji Mingwu would feel unclean, Yan Moji hastily added: "I put oiled paper on it, it's very clean."

Ji Mingwu was silent for a moment, then reached out to take the pancake, and looked at the food wrapped in oil paper, cut in half by a wooden spatula, and exuding a strong burnt aroma.

He stretched out his other hand, with a little force, and the oil paper tore the pancake in half, and handed one of the pancakes back to Yan Moji with his right hand.

Seeing that Ji Mingwu took the pancake, Yan Moji was very happy to pat his arm, and was about to go back to clean up the empty stall, but when he saw that Ji Mingwu gave him half of it, he felt a warm current in his heart immediately after being stunned.

——His Brother Wu is so warm, woo woo woo!

Yan Moji couldn't control the corners of his mouth from rising, and took it happily, and said vaguely while biting the hot food: "Brother Wu, shall we go home now?"

Ji Mingwu nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the crutch, and before Yan Moji could react, he stood up steadily with the crutch and one left leg. fall.

Yan Moji was taken aback by Ji Mingwu's unrestrained and steady getting up.

——What's going on, he has the impression that disabled people stand up with crutches or trembling walls, why does his Brother Wu get up like doing radio gymnastics?Are all of you ancient people in such good health?

——It made him want to take advantage of it... Ah bah, there's nowhere to go to gain favorability!

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After returning home, it was completely dark.

But Yan Moji's mood was high with excitement.

Because it's his second favorite money counting time in the world!

The splashing copper coins poured out of the money bag have more texture and charm of money than the banknotes and electronic payment numbers in the previous life. Yan Moji looked at the pile of copper coins on the table and was already deeply infatuated with this kind of money. sound.

What is blinding me?

It's money!

Putting the copper coins away in piles of ten, Yan Moji still had a rippling smile full of copper smell on his face, and finally announced his reward for working hard all day:

"340 nine words!"

More than 300 coins!

This is not a small amount in this small town!

This was earned when Yan Moji didn't prepare enough raw materials the first day!

The first pot of gold in life!

Yan Moji's worry about "whether modern food can adapt to the taste of ancient people" that has been hiding in his heart has completely disappeared.

This is the right path!

Compared with Yan Moji who was so happy, Ji Mingwu seemed much calmer, and there was a lot of surprise in his eyes, but it was more like Yan Moji himself than looking at the table full of copper coins.

——I didn’t expect this person to actually make so much money?

Ji Mingwu looked at Yan Moji with a hint of secret curiosity and exploration.

"By the way, Brother Wu, I just saw that there are a lot of flour and vegetables in the kitchen, and they were brought by our father?" Yan Moji was over excited, and only then played with two copper coins while looking eagerly at Ji Mingwu, "How much are these raw materials in total, you can count them out and give it to our father."

When Ji Mingwu heard the phrase "our father", the expression on his face froze again, as if Yan Moji's uttering of this word was ridiculous.

Yan Moji didn't take it seriously at all, completely put himself in the position of Ji Mingwu's daughter-in-law, and blinked at Ji Mingwu.

Ji Mingwu was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "No, this is a family, father doesn't care about this, you can keep it yourself."

Yan Moji was not hypocritical, and nodded straightforwardly: "Sure, then I'll keep the money first, and honor my father when I earn more."

After all, there is still a gambling debt on his head. After he settles the gambling debt, he will find a way to expand the business...

The gourmet snack bar he opened in the previous life was booming. If he could open it in this world, he would not only earn a lot of money, but also save the Ji family couple from going to the village to collect vegetables and resell them in the wind and rain, earning the hard money , can completely support the aged at home.

Even if you can't be idle, helping out in a sheltered snack bar is better than running around!

Yan Moji was still happily thinking about his future plans, when he suddenly saw his Brother Wu reaching out from his pocket and taking out three copper coins, and put them on the table.

Yan Moji was taken aback: "What is this, Brother Wu?"

Ji Mingwu said lightly: "Panbing glutinous rice balls."

What about the last pancake?

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and put on a straight face on purpose: "Brother Wu, didn't you just say that the family doesn't care about it? Besides, I ate half of it too!"

Ji Mingwu looked into Yan Moji's eyes, and said in a low and serious voice, "No problem. I'll ask you."