Song Ning followed them into a place called Hongfu Restaurant, which looked even more impressive than the Yuelai Restaurant she had visited the first time.
There were quite a few customers in the shop, and the waiter led her straight to the backyard.
"Wait here for a moment, I'll go and call our manager."
After Song Ning waited for a while, people came out from the front.
The shopkeeper was a man who looked to be around thirty years old. He was of decent appearance, wearing a gray robe, and came in with a smile, his face amiable.
"Little girl, may I try some of your food?"
Having learned from the experience of the person just now, Song Ning originally wanted to ask if they came for her prescription.
But fearing that he might misunderstand, he finally took the food out, poured the soup on it, and handed it to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper divided the cold noodles in the bowl into two portions before picking up his chopsticks and taking a bite.
After swallowing a mouthful of cold noodles, he instructed the waiter, "Take this to the owner."
"yes."
Once the person left, the shopkeeper finished the rest of his bowl and said with a smile, "It really is good stuff. Now tell me, how do you want to do business?"
"I'll provide the goods, and you'll be responsible for selling them."
The shopkeeper nodded: "That is indeed a good idea."
Song Ning asked, "Are you willing to accept it?"
"Naturally, we will refuse anything that is good and can make money."
Song Ning hadn't expected it to be so straightforward.
"Then tell me the price of this item," the shopkeeper said with a smile.
Song Ning delivered goods to the town for two coins a piece. He heard that Qi Liangyuan sold them for four coins a piece. Prices in the county town were higher, so the purchase price was naturally more expensive.
Song Ning had an idea: "Shopkeeper, this is called Liangpi (cold skin noodles). It's a family recipe passed down through generations. The process is complicated, and it's made with wheat flour. Plus, it takes time to transport it here, so it's not cheap."
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's alright, just ask."
"The cost price is five coins per sheet. You'll be responsible for the soup and seasonings yourselves."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the waiter came in and whispered something in the shopkeeper's ear. The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Okay, no problem."
The manager, who was in charge of all the money in the restaurant, quickly did the math. This dish was refreshing and a great thing in the summer. The restaurant mainly catered to wealthy people, and a serving of this dish could sell for at least ten coins.
This deal is a good one.
Song Ning: ? ? You... you agreed to that?
The shopkeeper's quick agreement made Song Ning feel that she hadn't asked for enough.
Five coins for a sheet of cold noodles is quite a lot; it seems the shopkeeper is confident he can make money.
The two immediately agreed to the deal.
Doing business with restaurants in the county town is more formal. When she talked to Qi Liangyuan, there was nothing between them except a verbal agreement.
Not long after the two finished talking today, someone brought over a contract.
The shopkeeper was worried that she wouldn't understand the contents of the contract, so he kindly read it to her.
Everything else was fine, except for one clause: once the contract was signed, her cold noodles would only be supplied to Hongfu Restaurant within the county.
Song Ning had no intention of selling it to anyone else; it was a carefully selected product by her ancestors, and she was confident it would sell well.
Moreover, they also have to supply the town, and now with the county seat added, they're already busy enough.
They signed a two-month contract. She still needs time to go back and make liangpi (cold skin noodles), and Qi Liangyuan's carriage won't arrive for another two days.
I heard that five hundred servings are sold in town every day, so the restaurant ordered eight hundred. We'll see how well they sell and then adjust accordingly.
The contract was in duplicate. Holding the contract in her hand, Song Ning couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
The county town needs 800, and adding the town's needs, that's 1300. Their task is arduous.
However, they also earn a lot.
Now, the town receives 1,000 coins a day, which is one tael of silver, while the county town receives 800 coins, which is four taels of silver. Their family has suddenly become wealthy!
Although it's tiring, I'm happy.
If things continue like this, it won't be long before they can repair their house.
As Song Ning left the restaurant, he immediately felt that the cloudless blue sky looked much more pleasing to the eye.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, she saw the person who had tried to deceive her.
When Song Ning passed by his restaurant, he took a special look inside. It was lunchtime and usually crowded, but there were hardly any people inside. Even the waiter was dozing off.
The man glared at her, pursed his lips, and turned back. Song Ning shrugged. In business, character is very important. A grown man trying to cheat her out of her recipe? He's not going to accomplish anything great.
Song Ning walked into an empty alley and slipped into the space.
Her family all knew she was in the county town today, and she could now legitimately take back some of the things she had kept hidden in her spatial storage.
Since no one in her family had ever been here and knew nothing about the county town, she simply said she bought it from there, and Song Dahai and Liu Yuelan wouldn't suspect anything.
After browsing through the space for a while, I filled a bag with fruit, two large bags of flour, several bundles of vegetables, and some seasonings.
After emerging from the space, Song Ning did not forget the cotton she had been longing for.
I walked through several streets in the city before I finally saw a cotton shop.
There were quite a few people gathered in the store; they all seemed to be buying cotton.
The shopkeeper put the cotton on the table and announced loudly, "Today's cotton is five hundred coins per catty."
No sooner had he finished speaking than people began shouting that they wanted to buy it.
Song Ning wondered if she had misheard. How much?
Five hundred coins? That's half a tael of silver!
The problem is that the cotton is ridiculously expensive, and the quality is poor. I don't know where it came from; some parts of it are even black.
Song Ning stood in the corner, and just as she reached out her hand, someone next to her slapped it away.
"This cotton is very precious, you can't just touch it casually, what if you get it dirty?"
Song Ning: ......
Just as she was hesitating whether to buy it or not, the shopkeeper shouted again, "Today's cotton is sold out. If you want to buy some, come back next month!"
Those who managed to buy the cotton clutched it tightly, afraid someone would snatch it away. They didn't dare to wander around and hurried home.
She never expected cotton to be so expensive. She used to complain about the stiff quilt at home, but now it seems that the quilt, which cost half a tael of silver, will last a lifetime.
It seems that cotton was not yet widely available at that time.
Song Ning touched her pockets. She had only brought two hundred coins with her today, not even enough to buy half a pound of cotton.
Oh well, it's still summer anyway. I'll buy some more linen in town when I go back and put several layers on the bed; that should be enough.
With a young child at home, Song Ning bought some pastries on her way back. Seeing that it was getting dark, she prepared to head towards the city gate.
As soon as I turned the corner, I saw people rushing in one direction, with a large crowd gathered in front of them, and I could almost hear crying.
As Song Ning stepped forward, he heard a woman crying out for her mother, surrounded by a large crowd.
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