Chapter 54 Can You Make the Decision? [VIP]
Huang Dongsheng carried his load on his shoulder and headed towards the East Market, feeling worried all the way.
My cousin said that things are valuable because they are rare, which makes no sense.
Even if there are few fresh vegetables in winter, how could rich people prefer to buy expensive vegetables instead of eating meat?
Huang Dongsheng and Officer Liu paid the money to enter the market and registered, then put the burden on his shoulders back to its old place, glanced at the empty space next to him and sighed.
Brother Bai hasn't come to sell vegetables for a few days, and there's no one to talk to him.
A gust of cold wind mixed with snow particles hit his face painfully. Huang Dongsheng wrapped his reed jacket tightly, spread the straw mat on the ground, took out the dry goods in the basket and arranged them neatly, then squatted on the spot wearing gloves.
When he saw someone coming to buy something, he immediately started shouting at the top of his voice.
"You can try the green edamame for free. If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay." The cooked edamame was delivered to regular customers while still warm.
When the guests bite open the hairy bean pods, a hint of salt immediately fills their mouths. The plump beans are fresh and salty, which is indeed a unique taste.
"How much are these beans? How much is one pound?"
Huang Dongsheng held the bowl of edamame, his heart pounding, but he wore a smile on his face: "Six coins a pound."
"What? These beans cost six cents. That's too expensive. I won't buy them." The visitor was so frightened by the price that he waved his hand and left.
Huang Dongsheng called out to him from behind, "If you don't want to buy green beans, you can look at other things. The prices of Ruyi vegetables and dried bean curd sheets haven't gone up. I still have a lot of dried goods. You might want to buy some tea tree mushrooms and try them. They're delicious when stewed with meat."
But as the man heard Huang Dongsheng's voice, he walked even faster.
Huang Dongsheng looked at the figure disappearing around the corner and sighed.
He squatted there for another half an hour. Three or four customers came and ran away after hearing the price. Just when he thought that no one would come to buy today, suddenly a pair of thick-soled cotton shoes stopped in front of his stall.
Huang Dongsheng looked up and saw that the man was about thirty years old, with a mustache, a felt hat, a blue cotton jacket and cotton trousers, his hands in his sleeves, and a bulging purse hanging around his waist.
"What green jade beans were you talking about?"
Huang Dongsheng saw that the person looked like a manager and immediately took off his right glove and handed the bowl of beans to him: "Here it is, try it."
The visitor took his eyes away from Huang Dongsheng's hand, and then tasted three in succession under Huang Dongsheng's expectant eyes.
"How do you like it?"
"It's a little bland. If the chef cooks it well, it will be edible." The man turned around and said to the servant following him, "Take this basket back to the mansion."
Huang Dongsheng originally thought that he would not buy anything, but he did not expect that he would buy them all. He was very surprised: "You haven't asked the price yet, I will sell this green jade bean--"
"Six cents a pound. I heard it just now. Ordinary people can't afford your beans, but my master can definitely afford them." The steward snorted and raised his proud chin.
"Let's calculate, how much is it?"
Huang Dongsheng weighed the edamame and the basket together, then poured out all the edamame and weighed only the basket, and weighed the weight of the edamame to the manager's surprise.
Ten pounds of edamame cost a total of one hundred and ten cents.
The steward thought about it and took out a tael of silver. "The food on your stall looks clean, and you are smart. I will take all the food, but you have to tell me what this thing on your hand is and how it was made."
Huang Dongsheng calculated in his mind that one ounce of silver was more than enough to buy the goods on his stall, so he took the silver and smiled broadly. Seeing that the basket brought by one person was not big enough, he said enthusiastically, "Where do you live? I can help you take it home and tell you how to make these gloves on the way."
Huang Dongsheng followed the steward carrying his load. After crossing two wooden bridges, he saw rows of houses arranged in an orderly manner.
The servant knocked three times on the dark door, and a maid came out from behind the door to help Huang Dongsheng unload the vegetables. When she saw the basket of edamame, she couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Manager Fang, why did you buy unripe soybeans? How much did you spend? Don't let this brat cheat you."
Before Huang Dongsheng could explain, he saw the manager slap the old woman in the face.
"I'm doing my job, why would I need a servant like you to interfere? This is six coins a pound of green jade beans, which are hard to find in winter. If you dare to talk nonsense again, be prepared for a slap from me."
The old woman dared not say a word after being beaten. She immediately lowered her head and moved the vegetables in the basket into the kitchen.
"The things have been delivered, why are you still standing here? Why don't you leave quickly?" Manager Fang shouted. He had to go back quickly and ask his wife to make a pair of gloves for the master so that he could ask for some reward money.
Huang Dongsheng held a tael of silver in his hand, looked at the beaten woman, and bowed to Manager Fang: "She is right, these are indeed unripe soybeans. It's just that few people plant them in winter, so they are quite rare. That's why we named them Qingyu beans."
Hui, I didn't expect he was such a blockhead. He is in charge of purchasing for the mansion, how could he not know these things?
"Our master loves to eat rare and precious things in this world. Okay, there's nothing for you to do here, so hurry up and leave."
The servant guarding the corner gate pushed the man out.
, picked up the empty burden and looked at the high walled courtyard.
I'm mentally ill. Wouldn't it be better to buy meat every day with this money?
It's clear now, and he's not forcing the sale.
Huang Dongsheng carried a load on his shoulder and a tael of silver in his pocket, happily planning to go to Baohe Hall to tell his cousin the good news.
Some sucker bought all our edamame!
On the way back, Huang Dongsheng was so excited that when he passed by Zhiweilou, the waiter called him several times but he didn't hear it.
So the guy had no choice but to run out and catch him on the street.
"You scared me. It's you. I thought someone was trying to rob me." Huang Dongsheng grabbed the shaking basket and joked with the visitor.
The waiter rolled his eyes and dragged Huang Dongsheng into the building, telling him as they walked that Chef Ma had caught a cold and went home to rest.
Seeing Huang Dongsheng's lack of understanding, the waiter explained, "Chef Ma told us to go to the East Market to look for you, but we haven't run into you in a few attempts."
Huang Dongsheng also laughed. He was in the East Market every day, but he hadn't seen anyone come looking for him. So he didn't expose his waiter's lie. "That's really unfortunate. Does your Chef Ma want to see me about something?"
"If there is something, you should go see him and ask him face to face. I don't know what it is."
So Huang Dongsheng entered Zhiweilou from the back alley and met Chef Ma.
Chef Ma's face was glowing red, so he didn't look sick at all.
"Hey, Brother Dongsheng, your business is pretty good today. You sold out the goods so quickly?" Chef Ma was standing in the kitchen corridor, holding a small teapot in his hand, pouring water into his mouth as he spoke.
Huang Dongsheng came forward, carrying a shoulder pole, showing his white teeth: "Maybe the gods took pity on me and didn't want to see me freezing in the snow, so they sent someone to help me. I'll sell everything I brought."
"Hey, who is this distinguished person?"
Huang Dongsheng lowered his voice and whispered mysteriously, "I don't know which family it is. I followed the steward across two bridges and entered the back door of a very luxurious mansion."
Chef Ma narrowed his eyes. After crossing two bridges, they would be closer to the government office. The people living there were either rich or noble. He didn't want this poor boy to meet a noble person.
"Do you know the steward's last name?"
"I heard the old woman calling for Manager Fang. Does Chef Ma know who this distinguished guest is?"
Upon hearing the steward's surname was Fang, Chef Ma's eyelids relaxed, and he sucked on the spout of his teapot and sighed softly, "He's an old scholar who teaches in the city. His family isn't particularly wealthy, but they have many rules and always try to keep up with the wealthy families around them."
"Really?" It turned out that there were rich people living there. Huang Dongsheng kept the information in mind and went back to pick out the remaining edamame at home to sell.
"Brother Dongsheng, it's a shame to sell vegetables for your quick wit. Why don't you come work as a waiter in our building? Not only will you get paid every month, but you'll also be protected from the wind and rain. How great would that be?"
Huang Dongsheng glanced at the apprentice beside him and decisively waved his hand to refuse: "What do you want from me?"
Chef Ma was taken aback by his sudden question, and then he slowly said, "Last time, your cousin gave me some edamame. We're old acquaintances, so I won't beat around the bush. How about selling all of them to me for one cent per pound?"
"Okay!" Huang Dongsheng tied the hemp rope to the shoulder pole, picked up the basket and prepared to go out.
Chef Ma was delighted when he heard this and pulled Huang Dongsheng aside to ask, "When will you deliver it?"
Huang Dongsheng rolled his dark eyes and pretended to be puzzled: "At least we have to harvest the wheat in the fields after spring comes."
"Are you kidding? I want it now. It's not a rare thing." Chef Ma said with a cold face. Spring has come and the vegetables have grown. Who wants to eat these edamame?
Huang Dongsheng shouted back from the courtyard, "Edamame is certainly not a rare commodity, but even though I only just realized today that scarcity makes things valuable, I can't let you, Chef Ma, take advantage of my familiarity and trick me into giving them away."
Chef Ma's face tightened, and he felt uneasy. He stepped forward and tried to pull him back: "What are you talking about?"
"The price of edamame is one cent per pound in spring. In winter, it is six cents per pound. If you want them, I will send all the remaining ones at home to you tomorrow." Huang Dongsheng is not afraid of anything now, and he feels justified.
Chef Ma gritted his teeth and shook off his hand, looking down on him: "You can decide this matter, or go back and ask Chen Yao."
He had already done his best by giving a penny and a pound. The food that was previously eaten by livestock could now be served on the table, all thanks to the food he had worked hard to research.
Huang Dongsheng brushed off the snow on his reed jacket and bowed to Chef Ma.
"Master, we sell edamame scrambled eggs for 18 wen a plate, and edamame is only 6 wen a pound, so we can still make a profit. Why are you selling them?"
"What do you know? Go away." Although he is the chef of Zhiweilou, he has to report to the shopkeeper about what ingredients the restaurant wants to buy, and the profit is mostly determined by the price of the ingredients.
He had already figured out how to eat edamame, and he had deliberately left the siblings alone for many days, hoping to make them anxious and send them to him personally so that he could lower the price.
But I didn't expect that Huang Dongsheng would dare to ask for an exorbitant price today and take advantage of Qiao. He was simply rebelling against Tiangang.
Chef Ma turned around and went back into the kitchen, his mind full of Huang Dongsheng's smug face and the words he had said.
"Oh no, this kid actually dared to lie to me." Chef Ma took off his apron, put down the small teapot in his hand, turned around and ran out.
"Master, where are you going?" Seeing that guests were about to arrive in the building at noon, could it be that today was the day he would start his apprenticeship?
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