The volume of cured meats produced is large, and the warehouse is always full when the weather gets cold, keeping the workers extremely busy.
In contrast to the white noodles, the meticulous work, complex process, and relatively small demand made the workshop feel quiet and leisurely despite its emptiness.
Given the extremely high value of land in Fengjing, it's understandable that Zheng Ruqian would have this idea.
“But second brother, plain noodles are expensive, making more doesn’t necessarily mean we can sell more.” Jiang Sheng scratched Xiao Wanzi, feeling that the one on the left was a bit loose.
Zheng Ruqian laughed, "Who said I was going to make plain noodles? Only someone with a screw loose would eat that."
"Then what are you going to do?" Jiang Sheng asked, puzzled.
Zheng Ruqian kept everyone in suspense, got up and looked around, leaving behind two requests.
First, a wall was built in the middle, dividing the workshop into two.
Secondly, a steamer, stove, and work surface are set up on the left side.
Judging from the way they're doing it, I thought Jiuzhenfang was going to move here.
After much thought, Jiang Sheng finally realized something as she boarded the carriage to head to Tianjiekou. "Second Brother, do you want to expand our pastry shop?"
Currently, Jiuzhenfang occupies two shops, one for steaming various pastries and the other for displaying and selling them. If the steaming could be moved to the workshop, both shops could be used entirely for displaying pastries, effectively doubling the size of the entire store.
They usually use horse-drawn carts to replenish supplies, which is a bit troublesome, but they have no shortage of manpower.
Jiang Sheng excitedly shouted, "Second Brother, you've become smarter! Second Brother, you're so amazing!"
Zheng Ruqian smiled smugly, "That's right, I'm the smartest in the whole family, who else is there besides me!"
Who else?!
This person, once he gets proud, can even forget the loss he suffered just yesterday.
The carriage was stopped by Jiang San. Jiang Sheng lifted the curtain and exclaimed in feigned surprise, "Eh, Big Brother?"
Zheng Ruqian's body suddenly tensed up, feeling guilty and scared. "Well... besides me, there's also my older brother. He's also very smart, even a little bit smarter than me."
He measured a distance of half a foot between his thumb and forefinger, then stretched it to a foot, until it was at its maximum.
Accompanying this was an almost fawning smile, and a long, drawn-out "Big Brother."
However, looking back, there was no longer any young man in blue robes with books; instead, there were only a dazzling array of shops at the entrance of the main street and countless leisurely people.
"So I must have been seeing things." Jiang Sheng jumped out of the car without changing her expression. "There was someone wearing blue clothes, and I thought it was my older brother."
The chubby little girl is starting to play tricks on people.
Zheng Ruqian was both amused and exasperated. He straightened his back again and gently patted Jiang Sheng's little dumpling.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the swaying Maruko scattered, her red hair tie falling to the ground with her.
Zheng Ruqian withdrew his hand in a flash, put it behind his back, and acted as if nothing had happened.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Jiang Sheng gritted her teeth, her shrill voice piercing the sky, "You stinky second brother, you're asking for it!"
That's Maruko, who had lost several clumps of hair before she could comb it up.
Hearing the commotion, Zhang Xianglian came out of the house and saw the brother and sister chasing each other. The one in front was laughing loudly, while the one behind was grinning. In this bustling street corner, it was quite a sight.
After a long while, Jiang Sheng got tired of chasing and, with Zhang Xianglian's coaxing, finally went into Jiuzhenfang to re-tie her hair.
Zheng Ruqian commented from the side, "Auntie's cooking is still better. Xiao Wu isn't very good at it; he needs to practice."
Jiang Sheng glanced at him sideways and suddenly muttered softly, "I have a feeling that someone is watching us."
This feeling followed me like a shadow ever since I left the workshop.
It didn't disappear when we reached Tianjiekou; on the contrary, it became even stronger.
Zheng Ruqian turned around abruptly to look for it, but saw nothing. He could only frown and say, "Call Jiang Si over and move the oil and flour to the workshop first."
The brother and sister then set about expanding their shop.
Over there, three figures pressed against the wall, letting out a long sigh of relief.
The relatively tall one at the head was a young man dressed in a sharp white outfit.
The one in the middle is nonchalant, with maple leaves embroidered on his wide robe and sleeves.
The last baby was a girl, healthy, plump, and full of energy.
"Why are you all acting like thieves?" Jiang Chengyu said with a look of disgust. "Can't you just greet each other openly when you meet?"
“It’s us,” Jiang Chengfeng kindly reminded him. “Ever since you insisted on joining us halfway through, we’ve been a group.”
However, hiding like this is certainly not the behavior of a gentleman.
He looked at his cousin, "Big brother, do we really have to follow Jiang Sheng secretly?"
“I’m not following Jiang Sheng.” Jiang Chengyuan said without turning his head.
They followed the Liao family.
Zheng Ruqian brazenly sold lychees in Fengjing, and more importantly, he actually succeeded. Given the Liao family's temperament, they would definitely hold a grudge and try every means to sabotage him.
Jiang Chengyuan believed he knew his uncles fairly well, so he sent people to keep an eye on the Liao family early in the morning, and they acted as he expected.
The siblings from the second wife's side clicked their tongues in disapproval.
I'd heard before that no one knows a son better than his mother, and now I've heard that "no one knows an uncle better than his nephew." Following the eldest son's family has truly broadened my horizons.
“Those should be the Liao family members.” Jiang Chengyuan pointed to a few burly men acting suspiciously in the corner. “Keep a close eye on them and don’t let them out of sight.”
Jiang Chengfeng and Jiang Chengyu nodded solemnly.
The burly men stared at Jiang Sheng and his sister, while the others stared at the burly men. The three groups of people shuttled back and forth between the entrance to the street and the workshop.
Transporting oil, rice, flour, and steamers.
As the last line of defense, the three of them were covered in dust and exhausted.
"When will this shipment be finished..." Jiang Chengyu looked up at the sky speechlessly, "Brothers, can I quit?"
Why would she insist on joining halfway through? She must be out of her mind or have lost her mind.
"No." Jiang Chengfeng said without hesitation, "You've followed me for so long, are you really willing to give up now?"
Giving up means that all the hard work and effort you've put in so far has been for nothing.
Are you really willing to accept this?
Jiang Chengyu clenched her little fists and climbed onto the carriage to tell her brothers that she was not willing to accept this!
She had to see the excitement; she had to know the ending.
The carriage returned to Tianjiefang from the workshop, and Jiang Sheng's doubts turned into certainty.
“Someone really is following us.” She lowered her voice. “Second Brother, I guess it’s the lychees that are attracting attention.”
Zheng Ruqian said with a gloomy face, "I haven't even brought back the second batch of lychees yet, and they're already so impatient. The Liao family is being far too stingy."
Lingnan to Fengjing is too far, and he wasn't sure if the lychees would sell well, so he didn't rush to arrange a second trip, but only arranged for a delivery person.
Yesterday, the lychees sold out, and the Yao family placed an extra 30 jin (15 kg) order. Wang Xiaosong rushed to Lingnan overnight, and it will take him 20 days to bring back the large, fresh fruit.
The Liao family has nothing to fear. As a royal supplier with a twenty-day priority period, they are more than capable of making a fortune.
But they wouldn't even leave a scrap of soup behind.
Let alone getting a share of the pie.
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