Qiao Lian'er drove the carriage away.
Sure enough, even after leaving this place, the Song family still felt unwilling to give up and wanted to go back to the stall.
But then those kids popped up again, and out of the blue, one of them swung a stick at them, sending them scattering like rats in the street.
They couldn't even get close to the Qiao family's business.
Then they saw from afar that food was being served in pots and pans at stall number eight, with a long queue moving around in front of it, and coins being tossed into bamboo baskets with a clatter.
Occasionally, someone who looks like a restaurant owner or manager will come in with his staff, carrying away bag after bag of ingredients from here.
These people gave out piles of silver directly.
The Song family members were stunned; making money was so easy.
Those ingredients were ones I'd never seen before.
"Mother, look, if they keep earning like this, they'll probably make a thousand taels a year." Old Song pressed his injured head, his face full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
Old Mrs. Song knew that the Qiao family was not easy to deal with, even if it was just Qiao Lian'er, so she didn't go to that alley earlier.
Despite having so many people, we still had a terrible time.
She rubbed her dim old eyes, trying to make out the ingredients. She could make out the ingredients with difficulty, but she couldn't name them.
Ms. Shen stopped a passerby carrying some ingredients as he walked past her.
"What kind of things did you buy?"
This passerby was carrying a basket and had bought several kinds of food, quite a complete selection.
She was a little surprised: "Don't you know? The snacks sold by the Qiao family at stall number eight on Changqing Street have a line every day."
"Then tell me, what are these called?"
The passerby was getting impatient; he figured he could just go to the stall and ask.
However, she still said, "This is fried potato, this is boiled peanut, this is boiled corn, this is roasted sweet potato—"
"I've never seen these things before. Where did they get them from?" Chen asked.
"I don't know about that. It seems that they sourced the goods from merchants from Danqu Kingdom. These merchants only sell these ingredients to them, and others can't buy them."
After saying that, the passerby picked up his basket and left.
"Danqu Kingdom is far away from here, separated by two countries," said Boss Song.
I heard that the area is rich in all kinds of crops, and many agricultural products come from there.
"So we have no way of verifying whether what the Qiao family said is true or false," Song Lao Er snorted.
“They traveled such a long way to bring their ingredients here to sell, and they only sell to the Qiao family. How lucky is the Qiao family?” Madam Shen said anxiously.
Song Xiaoming said, "The foreign merchants' goods should be piled up in the house in that abandoned courtyard. I just climbed over the courtyard wall and saw that girl's carriage was parked in front of a house. She should be loading the goods."
Old Song's eyes darted around: "Looks like we don't need to go back tonight. Let's prepare the ingredients and set up a stall tomorrow."
Everyone understood what Boss Song meant. Now that they knew where the ingredients were stored, why would they need to buy them? They could just steal them.
Zero cost, big profits, how wonderful!
"Those brats were guarding the yard, and we took so many hits from them," Song Daming said through gritted teeth, rubbing his aching back from the blows.
"Just make sure they can't get up. We can prepare some things." Song Lao Er smiled sinisterly.
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