Chapter 150: Little Fubao is indigestion, horse bandits are coming
The woman in the carriage frowned slightly, and before she could speak, when she leaned out of the window again to look over, Old Lady Wan and her group had already turned the corner and disappeared on the side of the road.
The woman frowned, and the little maid in green beside her noticed that something was wrong with the woman, and asked respectfully in a low voice: "Master, what's wrong?"
The woman shook her head slightly and sighed, "I may be dazzled. I seem to see the son of an old friend, but how is that possible? Maybe he is just similar."
The woman did not speak again, but closed her eyes tightly and leaned against the wall of the carriage to rest.
The maid also looked out, and seeing that there was no one there, she quickly lowered the curtain and put the heater into the woman's hands.
Old Mrs. Wan and her group turned a corner and arrived at the restaurant.
Everyone ordered a meal. Old Mrs. Wan also wanted to try the food in this popular food shop.
When the boss saw so many people coming at once, his face almost froze from smiling.
Old Mrs. Wan first took a look at the facilities in the store. She saw that the store was not very spacious. There was only one and a half rooms used for dining. There were five or six tables, and they were still unpainted. Due to its age, the tables had been rubbed by customers to a shiny finish, some were black, and looked a bit dirty.
The wall was covered with straw paper, which was quite old. Some of the paper had holes in it, some of it was yellowed, and there were oil stains on it.
Old Mrs. Wan secretly compared the shop with her own shop in her mind. The Wan's shop was covered with wooden floors, unlike this shop which only used bluestone slabs. The walls of the Wan's shop were also made by Wan Lao San who bought the wood himself and then processed it and nailed it on. Although it was not painted, it looked more beautiful and tidier.
After getting to know the overall environment of the shop, Mrs. Wan became more confident in her own shop.
The next thing was to look at the food in this shop. Old Mrs. Wan ordered all kinds of food in the shop, but the boss’s only specialty was the braised pork, and the other dishes tasted mediocre.
When the food was served, Mrs. Wan knew what was going on after just one look. The food was carefully cooked, but the color was not as good as the home-cooked dishes made by the third son's wife at home.
She took the chopsticks and tasted a bite of the signature braised pork. It was a bit too sweet and not half as good as the one made by her third daughter-in-law.
Others ate with relish. For ordinary people, the taste of the ingredients is secondary; the main thing is a strong sense of fullness. What they care about is whether it is affordable or not. But if there is a restaurant that is both affordable and cheap, then the business will surely be booming.
Zhao was even more silent. After all, no matter how mediocre the other person's work was, it was still better than hers.
After a satisfying meal, Old Lady Wan kept Old San Wan and his wife in the town.
"Third brother, you two should stay here and don't go back. I think it will rain for two more days. It's a good opportunity for you to help your wife buy what needs to be bought and do what needs to be done. We can come early on the 18th and choose an auspicious time to open the business."
Old Mrs. Wan took out another ten taels of silver from her pocket and gave it to Wan San's wife. The family saved a lot of money on buying land, so this money was enough for them to set up the stall first. Old Mrs. Wan felt that she could earn back the money within a month.
"Mother, I have ten taels of silver. I will prepare all the ingredients, kitchen utensils and firewood you need for the shop. When the shop makes money, you can return the ten taels of silver to me first, and then we can share the profits among you. Do you have any objections?"
Of course Wan Ersao had no objection, they even got the advantage.
"Mom, I have no objection. We'll do whatever you say. We'll listen to you." Wan Ersao held little Fubao in her arms with a smile on her face.
Little Fubao had just eaten two pieces of braised pork, his mouth full of oil. Now he was feeling a little sleepy and was dozing off little by little on Wan Ersao's body.
Mrs. Wan San took the silver carefully. She was very grateful to her mother-in-law. She not only supported her in opening a shop, but also thought of everything carefully and meticulously. Without her asking, Mrs. Wan had already planned everything. She also took out the silver on her own initiative, so her daughter-in-law didn't have to ask for money in embarrassment.
Wan Sansao secretly vowed to herself that she must open the shop, and even if she didn't sleep, she would still research some new ideas.
Regarding the food for lunch, Wan Sansao understood what her mother-in-law meant. She just wanted to make a comparison. After this lunch, Wan Sansao became more confident.
When Old Lady Wan and her group were getting ready to leave, little Fubao suddenly began to twist his body restlessly in Mrs. Wan's arms.
Wan Ersao quickly comforted him, "My dear, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
As soon as Mrs. Wan spoke, everyone else looked at her with concern, especially Old Mrs. Wan, who hurried over to take little Fubao.
"Could it be that the child ate too much braised pork at noon and has indigestion? Braised pork is sweet and greasy, and only children like to eat it. Xiao Fubao is so young that he must not be able to digest it."
Wan Ersao was anxious at this time, and she blamed herself in her heart. She shouldn't have indulged Xiao Fubao like this. But when she heard her daughter asking for meat, she couldn't bear not to give it to her. She gave Xiao Fubao two pieces after struggling. But now she felt uncomfortable.
Old Mrs. Wan found a chair in the store and sat down with little Fubao in her arms. She placed little Fubao horizontally on her legs and gently rubbed his belly until he burped several times and farted loudly. Then she picked him up upright.
"My dear, are you feeling better?" Old Mrs. Wan carefully observed the expression of little Fubao and saw that her brows were relaxed. Although there was still a layer of mist in her eyes, she was not feeling as uncomfortable as before.
Little Fubao nodded obediently, put his arms around Old Lady Wan's neck, and said in a baby voice, "Fubao is fine, Fubao is fine."
The delay lasted for a quarter of an hour, and it was already late, so Wan Laoer quickly picked up little Fubao, and the group prepared to go back quickly.
At this time, shouts came from the street: "Run, the horse bandits are coming."
Along with the shouts, there were the sounds of horse hooves, screams and cries.
Everyone in the Wan family was terrified, and Boss Wan was the first to react.
"Quick, put the door panel on and lock the door."
The other members of the Wan family hurriedly went to the side to move the door panels and put them into the door frame one by one.
Only half of the music was released when the sound of horse hooves came closer.
Soon a group of people were chased towards the wasteland where construction was underway and happened to pass by the Wan family's shop.
Although Old Lady Wan was also very nervous, she remained calm, as the horse bandits were no strangers to them.
When they were fleeing from famine, they encountered several waves of horse bandits. The Wan family was smart and managed to hide from them every time.
Old Lady Wan immediately said to the women and children in the house, "Big brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, you guys keep the door locked, the rest of you follow me to hide in the backyard. These horse bandits can't steal anything, so they rob women and children and sell them for money. They are cruel and brutal. We must not fall into their hands."
Old Mrs. Wan's words frightened the second and third wives of Wan. Although Mrs. Zhao was also frightened, she was calmer than the other two. She immediately protected the two youngest children and walked to the backyard.
Mrs. Wan San held a child in each hand and hurried to the backyard. After a while, Mrs. Wan took the children and hid in the backyard. She locked the door leading to the backyard tightly and moved all the tables and chairs in the backyard room to block the back door.
Boss Wan and others were busy installing the door panels when several horses arrived at the shop door in a flash.
"Listen up to me, you lousy merchants. Give me all your money, or I'll tear down your shops."
A burly man, wearing a brown cotton coat and trousers with fur edges, and a wide-brimmed felt hat on his head. Under the brim of the hat was a rough face worn by wind and sand.
At this time, his sharp and deep eyes were staring at the Wan family's shop. Soon he rode his horse back and forth on the street, shouting loudly at the shops along the street, holding a whip in his hand and a big knife on his waist.
Although the merchants along the street stayed indoors, the doors of some shops had been kicked open by the bandits, and screams were heard from time to time.
The atmosphere on the whole street was tense and filled with blood.
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