Famine Year, Government Mandates Two Wives

Chen Xian woke up and became a 35-year-old widower in ancient Qingxia Village. His son and daughter knelt on the ground calling him father. In his previous life, he was in his early twenties, a sol...

Chapter 118 I Also Have a Talent for Business Planning

Because the Chen family's vegetable selling has an excellent reputation.

So when Chen Xian introduced the braised chicken dish, many onlookers were eager to try it.

Many people praised it highly.

"I never imagined that this ordinary meat would taste so different after being processed by Mr. Chen. It really changed my opinion of chicken."

Some diners who enjoy watching the drama unfold also complained.

"Zuixiangju's business practices are so tasteless."

The Chen family set up their stall and sold it for 24 coins, so he followed suit, even giving away a bowl of rice wine and several large white steamed buns. Please, you're a restaurant! How can you make money doing this? All he's doing is trying to push the Chen family and Baiwei Restaurant to the brink, so they'll stop selling this dish altogether, and he'll have complete control over the pricing from now on. He can sell it for whatever price he wants. Are you planning to sell it for 100 coins, or 200 coins from now on?”

"It's a pity. In the future, only the powerful and wealthy will be able to eat this. It will be very difficult to get a bowl of braised pork for more than 20 coins."

Chen Xian smiled and comforted him, "It's only temporary. In less than a month, the whole family will continue to make this dish."

"I'm an honest man, and now that you're saying that, I'm really interested. I'll believe you. I'll wait for you."

By this time, Wei Guang had already acquired a considerable number of local pigs.

Looking at the dozens or even hundreds of local pigs, I felt a little uneasy.

My eye twitched uncontrollably.

I have never encountered such a large-scale project before.

If this is messed up, Zuixiangju will likely suffer a major blow.

But thinking of the old man's resolute appearance...

He breathed a sigh of relief, as if by some strange twist of fate.

"What does this have to do with me? I won't get a share of the money they earn..."

In the evening, he reported the purchase price of pork to Wei Yihong.

As I was leaving, I happened to catch a glimpse of a beautiful figure.

A voice came from inside the second wife's room.

"You dare to do that, you rascal..."

"What's there to be afraid of? He's been staying at the Third Madam's place farming lately, he doesn't have time to come over..."

...

Wait until three to five days later.

The vendors in the food street started talking about it.

"The braised pork at Zuixiangju is really not bad, and the price is cheap. I've tried it a few times. The price is not expensive, and the portion size is normal. The key is that it's not hot to eat in their room, and it's also quite quiet."

Looking at Chen Xian's stall, I felt a little sorry.

"It will be very difficult for the Chen family to sell this dish again. Instead of going to high-end restaurants, they choose to eat at street stalls. No normal person would choose that."

Meanwhile, some people were whispering among themselves.

"Brother, I don't know if you've heard what people on the forum say, but pork is considered to be cold and slightly toxic, and long-term consumption is bad for your health..."

"Really? I've never heard of this before?"

"Of course it's true. Some people have even gone to the Compendium of Materia Medica to check the medicinal effects of pork, and it does have that effect."

"Does what I'm saying mean we should eat less pig's blood in the future?"

"I guess so. That dish really did taste delicious, so I don't really care."

Wei Yihong sat in the restaurant, quietly watching the diners, a slight smile playing on his lips.

I sipped the tea gently.

"Sir, our business has been really good lately, but there's one thing: most of our customers come because our braised pork is cheap. They don't order anything else besides that dish. Isn't that too stingy?"

"It's alright. We can make small profits but sell more. You should try to stock up on pork as much as possible. We don't have that much space, so you can pay the butchers at those pig farms some rent and ask them to take care of the pigs for us."

"I see……"

At that moment, hushed whispers drifted over from inside the restaurant.

"The braised pork tastes good, but the posts on the forum say it's a cold food and eating it often is bad for your health..."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. Would I lie to you? There are already a lot of people who have provided evidence. You can find it in ancient medical records... I even went to ask a doctor, and they said that besides pork, other wild game is also like this... It's best to eat less of it."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it tastes good. So many people have eaten it and there haven't been any problems."

Wei Yihong chuckled.

He didn't take it to heart at all.

Pork is considered to be cold in nature, yet so many people eat it and none of them seem to get sick from it.

He heard from someone below that the Chen family's stall had stopped serving that dish recently.

Moreover, Baiweilou no longer serves that dish.

I'll drive Chenjiatanzi out of business, and I can set the price of this dish however I want.

...

Manager Qian and Jiang Donglai are discussing some matters.

Suddenly, they heard the men below come and tell them.

"Shopkeeper, someone's come to buy our pigs? Are you selling?"

How much should I give you first?

They said they could only give 23 coins per pound.

Isn't this ridiculous? We're not selling, we're not selling. We'll tell them we don't have 28, 29, or 30 coins per pound.

I will not sell.

The waiter nodded and left.

Jiang Donglai chuckled.

This time, I'm going to give my dad a real shock. He always says I'm useless and have a lot of fair-weather friends, none of whom are reliable.

"When I've made a lot of money, I'll throw it all over his old face. Then he'll call me 'good son.'"

Upon receiving the news, Wei Guang turned around and said, "Fine, don't sell then. Anyway, you're not the only ones selling pork."

...

The time has come to the 6th day.

Chen Xian arranged for Uncle Fu to occasionally post a few threads about the dangers of pork on the walled forum.

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