Chapter 39 She is a Talent【VIP】
If Chen Yao knew that Coach Xing thought so badly of her, she would definitely spit at him.
What has Yang Jizong become now? He is not money, so how can everyone like him?
She let down the door curtain because it was windy outside and she was cold.
On the way here in the open ox cart, her fingers were so cold that they were stiff and her nose was almost running. When she arrived at the destination, she still had to complete the tasks assigned by her family.
Yang Jizong stood in the house, looking straight ahead with his head held high, not daring to lower his head.
Because if he lowered his head, his chin would rub against Chen Yao's restless little head.
He could only stand obediently in the house and let Shen Yao fiddle with it as she pleased.
Stretch your arms when you are told to, and bend your knees when you are told to.
Chen Yao wrapped one end of the hemp rope used for counting at home around his left hand, and held the other end, so that the rope extended all the way in front of his body to his right hand.
Yang Jizong tensed his body, breathed hard, and couldn't help swallowing.
Chen Yao said nothing, just counting.
Measure your arm length, shoulder width, and waist circumference.
The hemp rope was tied around his slender waist, and Yang Jizong took a deep breath, his ears turning red with embarrassment.
"Don't inhale, otherwise the size will be wrong and I will be scolded when I get back!" Chen Yao patted the waist and abdomen of the person in front of her, slightly dissatisfied.
Yang Jizong couldn't bear this. His abdomen tightened when she hit him. He staggered a few steps and fell on the bed. Before he could react, Chen Yao had already reached towards his thigh with the hemp rope.
Uh, she seemed to have accidentally touched the magical weapon of the gibbon monkey hidden under the thin linen clothes.
After the two men realized what it was, one stood up at a loss, and the other retreated hurriedly.
No one dared to look the other in the eye first.
She said she didn't mean it, would he believe her?
Yang Jizong looked down at his ragged and worn clothes. No matter how he took care of himself in recent days, they could not hide his dirty body. Now, Chen Yao must be very disgusted to touch him.
"I'll do the rest myself."
Hearing this, Chen Yao felt relieved and handed the counting rope to him. She walked to the door, opened the curtain and ran out, "I'm going to find my uncle."
Before Yang Jizong could stop him, the door curtain was suddenly lifted, and the sunlight from outside suddenly rushed in. After everyone left, the room fell into darkness again.
Yang Jizong sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, looking at the hemp rope in his hand, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
She really doesn't like herself.
After leaving the mud house, Chen Yao's breathing became much smoother. She looked around and finally found the officer who had been pinched by her before. She took out two copper coins and asked him to help find Huang Songbai.
The pinched soldier glanced at Chen Yao, then looked at the two copper coins in her palm, and expressed his refusal with a cold face, and told her to go wherever it was cooler.
So Chen Yao got on the open ox cart again and chatted with the driver.
When Yang Jizong came out of the house with the counting rope, he saw Chen Yao huddled on the ox cart with her arms folded. She didn't know what she was talking about with the old man, but both of them looked very happy.
"Come in, I'll go measure your uncle."
Because of his appearance, the conversation between the old man and the young came to an abrupt end.
The coachman wanted to look after his old ox and rejected Yang Jizong's invitation. Chen Yao also wanted to refuse, but when she met his eyes, her expression became a little unnatural.
Fortunately, in another mud house, Manager Ren and Coach Xing came out after discussing business and called her.
"Madam Shen, come and weigh yourself with me."
Chen Yao pointed in the direction of Cassava to Yang Jizong and said, "I'll go over first. You should go find my uncle."
Yang Jizong looked at Chen Yao's figure, his eyes full of loneliness, and he had to swallow back the words he wanted to explain.
The old man driving the carriage held the reins and saw the young couple's discomfort. He winked at Yang Jizong and said, "Although Madam Shen is capable, she and you need to support the family together. If you rely on her alone, how can you and her get along in the future? You have to work together and be close to each other."
The old man's words enlightened Yang Jizong. He raised his hand to thank him and went to the quarry to look for yellow pine and cypress.
Baskets of cassava were weighed and loaded onto ox carts. The total weight of the cart of cassava was 200 kilograms.
In theory, although leaving these cassava leaves could not fill the stomachs of everyone in the quarry, it was enough to feed the soldiers under his command.
But he didn't keep a single one and exchanged them all with Manager Ren for food and meat without asking for a penny.
Two hundred kilograms of cassava were exchanged for three stone of brown rice, plus half a pig. The shopkeeper Ren promised to send his clerk and the coachman to return the pork to him tomorrow, including these baskets.
Xing Fang was not afraid that he would default on his debt, so he waved his hand to signal them that they could leave.
Shopkeeper Ren sat next to the coachman, holding the pickled vegetable jar that Chen Yao had given her, and looked at the "reluctant to part" young couple, and said with a sigh, "It's true that a short separation is better than a new marriage!"
The clerk who was sitting in the back holding the basket stretched his neck and looked over, "Boss, are you dazzled? Why do I think it's Madam Shen who wants to leave, and her son-in-law keeps trying to keep her?"
The man has no sense of taste at all and he doesn't give it to me. With his current condition, he will never be able to be a waiter.
When Chen Yao left on the ox cart with the counting rope, Yang Jizong was also taken back to continue building the city wall.
The return journey was bumpy, but Shopkeeper Ren was extremely excited. He asked Chen Yao with a gossipy look on his face, "What about her?"
Chen Yao shivered in the wind and rubbed her arms, thinking of Yang Ji.
"He didn't say anything, just asked me when I would go see him again."
"Then you—" Seeing that Chen Yao was not in a good mood, he changed his tone and talked about the 10% bonus from the hot drink.
He lost half a pig to Xing Fang, so he had to make up for it somewhere else.
"For this ten percent interest, I could just give you one or two taels of silver." Shopkeeper Ren sat in the front, took a sip of cold air, rubbed his hands and put them into his cotton sleeves.
Chen Yao knew that Manager Ren was a profit-driven businessman, but she did not immediately turn her back on him. Instead, she pointed to the fork in the road ahead and signaled the coachman to turn.
The driver held the reins and whipped the old cow. The cow mooed twice and raised its hooves to turn into the overgrown mountain road.
Shopkeeper Ren sighed, this is not the route back to the city.
Which mountain valley are these two people trying to take him to?
The ox cart stopped at Grandma Goudan's house. As soon as Chen Yao jumped off the ox cart, she shouted into the house. After a while, five or six gray-haired old men came out one after another.
"Ayao, did you three kids have any trouble when you were traveling at night last night?" Grandma Maizi held Chen Yao's arm and looked her up and down.
"It's okay, grandma and grandpa, let me introduce you, this is the shopkeeper Ren who wants to do cassava business with us."
As soon as Chen Yao finished speaking, Manager Ren saw these old men with wrinkles on their faces. One of them even came up to him with a cane, surrounded him and was about to kneel down to him.
"Great sir, please accept our greetings!"
"Hey, no, get up quickly, get up quickly." The combined ages of these old men are almost as old as his ancestors. How could they accept such a great gift? It would shorten their lifespan.
He couldn't support the man by himself, so he quickly called his servants to help him up.
The old people still had to kneel down to him, and even Chen Yao had to salute him.
"Madam Shen, why are you making such a fuss? Hurry up and get them up. What are you doing?" Shopkeeper Ren's face turned pale. Is it fun to roast him over the fire?
"Grandma, get up first. Let's talk in the manager's room." Chen Yao helped Goudan's grandmother up, brushed the dust off her trouser legs, and invited the three people behind her into the house. The ox cart was tied in the yard.
There were a few old bunk beds put together, two polished tables and several benches, and nothing else in the room.
The other room was covered with straw curtains. When it was quiet, you could hear a rustling sound coming from inside. I wondered what was being raised there.
Shopkeeper Ren held the bowl of hot water and looked around the room before lowering his head and taking a sip.
Chen Yao's hands were warmed by Goudan's grandmother, and she looked at the master and servant opposite with a smile: "Don't blame me, Manager Ren. You are indeed a kind person to us, so we are treating you with such great courtesy."
"Mrs. Shen, please stop flattering me. Just tell me why you brought me here." As a businessman, if he didn't even have this little bit of sensitivity, he would probably be ripped off and nothing would be left of him. How could he gain a foothold in Qingfeng Town?
"It's about that 10% bonus." Seeing Shopkeeper Ren opening his mouth, Chen Yao raised her hand to interrupt him, "Shopkeeper Ren, listen to me first and then make a decision."
The room was incredibly cold, and the hot water in the bowl had long since lost its temperature.
The master, his servants and the old man driving the cart held the hand-warming cloth bags handed to them by the old people, curious about what was inside. When they opened them, they found that they were just hot clods of earth.
They felt a little unhappy. They were so poor that they couldn't even afford the cheapest charcoal, yet they were still thinking about saving money to redeem their relatives.
What Chen Yao said was the truth. The old people were really pitiful. Shopkeeper Ren saw it and although he felt sympathy, business was business.
He is a businessman, not a philanthropist, and cannot give away money.
"Ten percent profit is too much. You heard how much Xing Fang asked me for today. You can't let me do business at a loss to gain publicity." After Manager Ren finished speaking, he could already hear an old man sobbing in the room.
Chen Yao looked over and saw that it was Grandma Wang who knew how to make tapioca flour.
"Besides, you also said that one hundred kilograms of cassava can only grind twenty kilograms of cassava flour. My cart of cassava only makes forty kilograms of flour. If business is good, according to your recipe, how long can this business last? And how much can I earn?"
"Shopkeeper Ren, cassava flour can be used to make more than just hot drinks. It can also be used to make other foods. Or do you think I only want to do this one-time deal with you and rip you off? Am I, Chen Yao, that kind of person in your eyes?" Chen Yao raised her voice and questioned him righteously.
Shopkeeper Ren listened carefully to the words, and before others could react, he already understood the hidden meaning in Chen Yao's words: "Then tell me more about this deal in detail, and let me see some benefits, then I will agree to your request."
He also has to support his family.
Chen Yao cursed him inwardly as an old fox, and told him to leave some cassava for the elders in Wanhe Township to use as seeds, and then sell it to restaurants at a low price after the harvest next year.
She would allocate wages from the profits of the hot drinks to the elderly, and have them help the restaurant make cassava flour.
In this way, Zhiweilou can sell hot drinks continuously.
Moreover, this is not a one-time deal that you, the shopkeeper, can finalize by spending a tael of silver!
After Chen Yao finished talking about her plan, Shopkeeper Ren stood up excitedly holding the hand warmer.
He really underestimated Chen Yao in front of him, and this time he sincerely wanted to recruit her: "Would you really not consider working in my restaurant?"
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