Days passed by.
The next evening, we went to Baiweilou Restaurant.
The cook was pleasantly surprised and brought over a bowl of chicken.
"Shopkeeper, it's done."
The chicken is fragrant and warm.
It only stimulates the nasal cavity.
Manager Jiang was worried that the accounts wouldn't be doing well today.
Upon hearing this,
He immediately showed a look of surprise.
I took a bite with my chopsticks.
Smooth and tender.
Manager Jiang chuckled and said, "Go to the accounting office and collect ten taels of silver. Well done."
A waiter quietly came over and whispered in his ear, "Manager, the price of pork has been rising these past few days. Do you think we should raise the prices of our food a little?"
Manager Jiang was a little puzzled. "Well, go and find out later. No matter what the other side prices, we will always be ten to twenty coins cheaper than them."
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
He received the news yesterday.
The braised pork across the street is a copy of our own braised pork.
When he bought the braised pork recipe, he had already made a contract with Chen Xian, stipulating that he was not allowed to sell the recipe to any other family except for his own.
He sneered at the recipe he obtained from Taoranju across the street, thinking, "This is a traitor within the family."
He then convened a meeting of all employees.
Manager Jiang chuckled lightly, "Our restaurant has been doing well these past few days. Everyone has worked hard. Tonight, when we close, I'll treat everyone to drinks and meat."
A gasp startled the previously anxious and numb waiter, who then exclaimed in surprise.
"The shopkeeper is so kind."
Manager Jiang scanned the faces of the shop assistants, even the accountant, Mr. Mo, and the purchasing staff.
His face was calm.
Yes, that's normal; you feel excited and happy.
My gaze lingered on Mr. Mo for a moment; his expression seemed a little too calm.
Yes, Manager Jiang couldn't come up with complicated schemes; he was straightforward and judged who was the culprit by observing everyone's reactions after getting drunk.
Suddenly my thoughts drifted away, and I realized that pork prices had actually gone up.
Could it be that this braised pork dish will become a sensation throughout Daxing Town? Or perhaps, that person actually foresaw that pork prices would rise?
Qingxia Village.
Under the big banyan tree.
The old man was calling on several children to go from house to house to gather under the big banyan tree.
"The county officials have come to collect the grain, and each household is preparing to transport their grain to the big banyan tree."
Not long after.
The villagers began using vehicles to transport grain to the area under the banyan tree.
Chen Gui called two strong laborers from the village to lift the grain with a scale beam to weigh it.
Chen Gui secretly took out some loose silver and handed it to the clerk.
The minor official remained calm and coughed lightly a few times.
He stepped forward and gently kicked the grain.
Commonly known as Linjian Tihu.
The amount of grain collected depended entirely on the mood of the minor officials; the wheat that was kicked off was called "loss" and was not included in the tax revenue.
The villagers' initial anxiety immediately subsided.
The minor official was in a fairly good mood.
It was rare for him to say to Chen Gui, "The county magistrate often praises your Qingxia Village, saying that you have a grand vision. If it weren't for you, this year's grain might have been ruined by locusts. Because you're on the county magistrate's radar, your Qingxia Village will be blessed in the future."
Chen Gui chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, yes, thank you."
Not long after.
Several minor officials drove away with a cart full of grain.
The villagers breathed a sigh of relief.
This year's grain harvest is finally over.
Chen Gui said calmly, "I said before that each family would contribute ten catties of grain. Have you forgotten about Dazhu's family?"
Everyone had different thoughts.
Zhang Daguang joked, "If everyone in the village takes ten jin, can the Chen family finish it?"
Chen Gui scolded, "If it weren't for Da Zhu's father reminding you, you wouldn't have survived this year's grain requisition. Go eat tree bark instead. You should still have a conscience."
These words made Zhang Daguang look embarrassed.
The other villagers, who had initially wanted to agree, fell silent upon hearing these words.
Tiger's mother laughed and said, "My house is nearby, so I'll give it to Dazhu's family first."
Uncle Chen laughed and said, "My family will definitely give Brother Xian the properly weighed, dried grain."
The person who was originally having wild thoughts suddenly felt guilty upon hearing this and looked around nervously.
The sun is setting.
The rosy glow of the sunset fell on everyone's faces.
A cool summer breeze caressed the tips of her hair and temples.
Everyone in Qingxia Village wore a gentle smile.
At night, the entire Qingxia Village seems to be shrouded in a misty, idyllic paradise.
Smoke curls from the chimneys.
After finishing their busy farming season, many people go to the town to grind flour, so now every household has dozens of kilograms of freshly ground white flour steamed buns.
The aroma of flour began to permeate the village.
"It smells so good."
Uncle Chen brought ten catties of wheat to Chen Xian's house.
"They're gone."
Chen Xian: "Uncle, we're all family, so I won't accept yours, okay?"
After putting down the wheat, Uncle Chen calmly waved his hand in refusal, then leisurely walked away with his hands behind his back.
Da Cheng's mother shouted at the top of her lungs, "Dad Da Zhu, ten catties of wheat, look, a full ten catties!"
Chen Xian chuckled: "No need, you're too kind."
"How can you do this? We agreed on this."
One after another, many people from the village came to deliver large amounts of grain to the Chen family.
Nearly a hundred households received the donations.
There was a huge pile of them in the yard.
After some pulling and shoving, the Chen family had no choice but to accept the grain.
Erzhuzi looked at the piles of wheat scattered all over the yard and then looked at his father.
"Although Grandpa Laolizheng meant well, I think someone might be making fun of our family again. He has too much grain, which makes people envious."
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