Seeing that Huang Shi ignored him, Zhao Qianci was a little unaccustomed to it. This old woman usually had a sharp tongue, but today she was surprisingly good-natured.
After everyone had gone back to their rooms to rest, Zhao Qingyan knocked on the elderly couple's door.
As soon as she entered, Zhao Qingyan saw six eyes staring at her, and she suddenly felt like she was being watched by wolves.
Shaking off the jumbled thoughts that suddenly popped into his head, he closed the door and bolted it.
The elderly couple's bedroom didn't have much of a table, and the floor wasn't wide enough to fit one.
Zhao Qingyan simply laid a disposable tablecloth on the elderly couple's large bed. Then she started taking out food.
The family had only a basic barbecue for dinner that night. Zhao Qingyan, however, brought out a high-end version.
Beef skewers, lamb skewers, beef tendon, beef tendon, chicken wings, chicken necks, tripe, grilled squid, grilled saury, grilled eggplant, grilled corn...
Finally, they took out three cans of chilled beer.
Upon seeing the beer, their eyes practically lit up with envy.
Zhao Qingyan always believed that a little alcohol is pleasant, but excessive drinking is harmful to health.
So no matter how much her grandparents and father begged and pleaded for wine, Zhao Qingyan only took out a tiny bit.
What was that saying again?
"There's not much of this, so we have to drink it all up and use it sparingly."
Heaven knows, Zhao Qingyan has enough wine stored up to last her several lifetimes.
Zhao Qingyan recalled why she had hoarded the wine in the first place, and it took her a long time to remember.
At the time, we were considering what would happen if we were to travel through time and encounter shortages of supplies, such as a lack of seasonings for cooking.
That's when I realized why all the alcohol was placed in the condiment section.
For the first time ever, Zhao Qianci didn't get up early the next day. Naturally, he couldn't go to the private school with his sons.
Scholar Wang had been eagerly anticipating the day since early morning. He remembered it perfectly; the day was the appointed one, and his nephew was to be introduced to the eldest daughter of the Zhao family.
We were just waiting for the Zhao family to arrive so we could finalize the details for the next day, but we didn't see Zhao Qianci, the patriarch.
Wang Xiucai's heart skipped a beat.
"Has Old Master Zhao changed his mind or something? He's supposed to be on a blind date tomorrow, but he's not coming today. What's the reason?"
He couldn't reveal what he was thinking; his voice remained calm.
"Why didn't we see Uncle Zhao with you? Is there some reason?"
Although Wang Xiucai was young, he had always respected his teachers.
Zhao Changgeng clasped his hands in a slightly embarrassed gesture.
Yesterday, my mother brought a wild goat back from the mountains, which made the house quite lively.
I disturbed my father's sleep time, and he felt weak all over this morning.
My mother asked my husband and me to ask for leave for my father; he will be coming over later.
Wang Xiucai finally felt relieved, at least it wasn't a last-minute change of heart. How much wine had he drunk? He couldn't even get up this morning.
After some thought, Wang Xiucai considered Zhao Qianci's image as a humble and unassuming gentleman.
He turned into a little old man who was addicted to alcohol, so much so that Wang Xiucai now sees all the men in the Zhao family as having a taste for wine gourds.
Zhao Qianci arrived at the private school at the beginning of the Si hour (9-11 AM).
Originally, the old man had planned to go to the brokerage to buy a match with his wife, but then he remembered that tomorrow was the day for the two families' children to meet for a blind date, so the old man reluctantly said goodbye to his wife.
When Huang arrived at the brokerage firm, everyone there recognized her.
"Oh my, is the old lady buying property or something?" Ya Kuai asked enthusiastically.
"Buy men, aged 18 to 50, in good health, with a death contract."
The broker was delighted and quickly called out a group of more than 20 people from the backyard. They were all strong and healthy, and apart from being thin, they had no other problems.
After all, these people were going to be responsible for feeding the pigs at home, which was a big deal related to making money, so Huang attached great importance to it.
"Let me first say that my family is just an ordinary farming family. We have some land and also run a shop."
The people we bought this time weren't exactly doing respectable work.
I bought them to raise pigs at home. Anyone among you with pig-raising experience, please step forward.
Furthermore, they don't want to back down from someone like me who works for a small, insignificant family.
Those who serve as servants naturally want to find a master with a powerful background; the saying "even a seventh-rank official can only stand before the prime minister's door" is no joke.
Sure enough, out of the twenty-odd people, thirteen or fourteen immediately took a step back.
This infuriated the dentist, who sneered.
“You’re all ungrateful bastards. When did it become your turn to be picky?”
The remaining nine people are mostly between 20 and 40 years old, and they all seem to be reliable and honest.
After asking each of them about their past, Huang finally decided to buy them all.
Although not all of these people are literate, they are all strong laborers, hence the much higher price.
The final price was 22 taels of silver per person.
Huang experienced once again the scene of taking a beggar shopping.
These people were dressed in rags no less than the little beggars from before.
As usual, each person received two sets of coarse cloth outer garments.
Two sets of cotton undershirts and two pairs of shoes for each person. Considering hygiene, we went to the hot springs again.
When the boss saw the people behind Huang, his face almost turned green. Last time, it took a lot of effort to clean up those little beggars after they took a bath.
Now that they've brought more people, should we do the business or not?
Seeing the boss's constipated expression, Ms. Huang was very understanding, but she just wouldn't move or offer to pay more.
In the end, the boss, still looking grim, opened a separate pool for the nine people.
After paying, Ms. Huang sat in the lobby and chatted with the owner.
"Hey old lady, what's your business? Last time you brought in so many little beggars, and this time you've brought in all these refugees."
How much money do you have to put in there?
The boss couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, my family runs a food stall in Wenren Lane. It's called Zhao's Snack Shop. I wonder if the owner has ever heard of it?"
Huang said in a very cheerful tone.
The owner of the hot spring clapped his hands upon hearing this.
"Speaking of our Wufang Town, the most talked-about place right now is your Zhao's Snack Shop."
"What are the names of those servants in your household who wear matching uniforms and deliver goods back and forth?"
"Takeout," Mrs. Huang replied with a smile.
"Yes, yes, it's food delivery. Those young men have covered every corner of Wufang Town with their business. When it comes to doing business, the old lady is really something else."
The owner of the hot spring gave a thumbs-up as he spoke.
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