Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 30 A Gentle Lie
Jiang Shi, who was at the side, didn't speak when he saw his stepson greeted him, and hurried forward to pat Wen Qian's arm: "Brother Gou, the stewed pork made from the pig's internal organs is all figured out by Ah Gan himself in the book. If you want to buy a prescription, go to the main room and sit down with him and discuss it in detail?"

Butcher Gou had a happy face, and said haha: "Okay, just listen to Sister Jiang."

Wen Qian saw that Mrs. Jiang was so open-minded and let herself be the master, a trace of gratitude appeared on her plain face.

Seeing that Butcher Gou had already entered the main room, Mrs. Jiang pushed Wen Qian into the room, "Go! Talk to Uncle Gou carefully. People in the village have money and wealth. It is a merit to help Uncle Gou solve your troubles." One piece!"

After Jiang shi finished speaking, she winked at the eldest daughter embroidered with silk handkerchiefs, but she herself lifted a small wooden stool in the yard and sat by the gate of the main room, with her ears pricked up, intending to hear the conversation between the two.

Gentle, who was instructed by her mother, scratched the broken hair on her forehead in embarrassment, and struggled slightly when she saw her indecent behavior of wanting to stick her head into the room.

I had no choice but to put down the embroidery work in my hand, got up and went to the kitchen to pour two cups of hot tea, and went to the main room with them.

At the square wooden table in the main room, Wen Qian and Butcher Gou sat facing each other.

Butcher Gou looked at the indifferent Wen Qian, and when he entered the door, he heard Jiang Meizi's words. As an elder, he was greedy for the younger generation's braised pork recipe, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

I remembered that yesterday evening, my daughter came back with a pot of stewed pork made from pig offal, and said it was brought by Wen Xiucai from the Wen family.

The whole family looked unremarkable, but they were embarrassed to eat the pig offal with a faint fragrance. It was still under the majesty of the head of the family that the family reluctantly took a bite with their chopsticks.

Afterwards, everyone almost started doing it for this pig offal, and I only tasted it. I was shocked at the time, and when I came back to my senses, the pot was empty!

Thinking that there are still people in the Wen family who make pork offal so delicious, they even named it Braised Pork.

He had to ask how such tempting braised pork was made, and if there was a specific recipe, it would be worth buying it with money!
Wen Qian looked at the butcher in front of him calmly, and clearly felt the longing in his heart, and felt that if he didn't speak again, he might have to spend time with this thin-skinned and simple elder.

She was in a hurry to pull out the piece of sugarcane on the mountain, and time was short, so she went straight to the point and said, "Uncle Gou, if you want to buy the recipe for stewed pork, forget it, I don't plan to sell it."

Butcher Gou became impatient when he heard this: "Nephew, you really have a stewed meat recipe, why can't you sell it? You also know that Uncle Gou's family is a pig butcher passed down from his ancestors, so this recipe is useless in your hands. If it is sold to me, the meat that my family can’t sell will not be consumed by my family, and it will be made into braised meat, which is convenient and durable.”

And I also plan to make pork, pig feet, pig ears and other parts into stewed pork, and send it to a big restaurant for a try.

Butcher Gou was bored with this last thought and didn't say it out loud.

Wen Qian said nothing.

I thought to myself: This dog butcher, for the stewed meat recipe, Agan’s nephew directly changed his name to a good nephew. The juniors in the village all called him Uncle Gou, and instantly let himself call him Uncle Gou, and the relationship became a lot closer at once.

This person looked thin-skinned, but his words were very cunning. He took the lead in sending a wave of emotional cards to himself, and Xiao Jiujiu was hidden in his words!
But... it's good to be slick!
The more cunning, the stewed meat, even braised meat, roast duck, barbecue, hot pot and other food are branches of sideline development, suitable for a sleek and sophisticated middle-aged man like Gou Butcher.

She only needs to hold the power and control the core, and the money will flow into her pocket continuously.

"Oh, my nephew, don't say anything, just sell the stewed pork recipe to Uncle Gou, fifty... no! How about 80 taels of silver?" Butcher Gou looked at the silent Wen Qian, thinking that a scholar is With too many eyes, you can only quote the highest price in your heart.

Wen Qian was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head with a broken smile: "Uncle Gou, do you just want to turn the unsold pork into marinated pork? Just because it's convenient to store? Don't you have any other ideas?"

Butcher Gou smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, that's not true!"

This Wen Xiucai, who only reads sage books, also has a business mind?He discovered his little thoughts, and sure enough, scholars are not easy to deceive!
Wen Qian smiled lightly: "Uncle Gou, it's you who want to go wrong, I don't sell you this stewed meat recipe, but give it to you!"

"What... what? Send me off!" Butcher Gou stood up in shock, rubbing his thick hands, his expression changing again and again.

At this moment, Rourou came in with two cups of hot tea.

"Uncle Gou, brother, I brought you some tea."

With a gentle and shy smile, he put two cups of hot tea in the tray in front of the two of them, pretending to retreat naturally.

"That's right, I'll give the stewed meat recipe to Uncle Gou." Wen Qian took a big sip of the tea, and glanced at Wen Wen who walked out the door, knowing that she came to inquire about the situation for Mrs. Jiang.

"Uncle Gou, drink tea first, and I'll go to the house to get you a prescription."

After all, Wen Qian got up and went back to her room. As for the stewed meat recipe, I wrote it now.

She quickly wrote on the rice paper the seasonings needed for ordinary stewed pork, that is, all the seasonings she has in hand now, but added some details, such as how much pork needs what proportion of seasoning, and what proportion of seasoning is needed for braised pork offal .

How to store the marinade left over from the stewed meat, and the details of how the marinated pork will taste better after being turned into another better seasoning, etc., are written down one by one.

Then Wen Qian put the rice paper on the candle and baked it. After the ink was dry, she left the room.

"Why?" Gou Butcher took the four pieces of rice paper from Wen Qian's hand, looked at the detailed method of making braised pork on it, and asked his doubts from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't worry, when Uncle Gou uses the current recipe to make stewed pork and earn money, you will naturally know the answer." Wen Qian smiled lightly, did not answer Butcher Gou's question, and picked up the tea on the table, "Gou Uncle, the tea is cold."

"Ah?" Butcher Gou was stunned, and then reacted, folded the rice paper and put it in his arms, looked up at Wen Qian with a smile: "You slippery boy, give me the trick of being a literati, and send it off as soon as I see it off." Guest, return the tea to cold, and it’s still tea when it’s cold!"

While speaking, Butcher Gou picked up the unfinished tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"Uncle Gou, walk slowly!" Wen Qian watched Butcher Gou walk out of the main room with his hands behind his back, the smile in his eyes deepened.

Her things are not so easy to get, it's easy to get on the boat, but you have to die when you get off the boat!

After leaving Wen's house, the butcher Gou couldn't help but look back at the Wen's courtyard that was gradually shrouded in darkness after walking for a while.

He really didn't expect this to be the result.

I don't know what this kid's idea is?
No matter, such an obvious benefit, if you don't take it, don't take it for nothing!
"Drive, drive!"

"Brother Wei Bao, slow down, I'm afraid."

"Arou, if you're afraid, hold on to me. It's getting dark, and there should be no one else. I have to go home, otherwise my family should be worried!"

"Hmph, hum! You are afraid that my elder brother will cause trouble for you!" Sitting behind Huang Weibao, Wen Rou murmured, holding the clothes around his waist tightly with both hands, for fear of accidentally falling off the horse.

A trace of fear quickly flashed across Huang Weibao's face, and he said calmly: "No way, I'm not afraid of your elder brother!"

There was a hint of teasing in the gentle eyes: "Look quickly! My elder brother is waiting for us at the intersection ahead!"

"Woo, woo, woo, woo!" Huang Weibao hastily called to stop the horse under him.

Because it was already dark, Huang Weibao who looked up to the side of the road did not find the figure of his uncle, so he turned his head and asked Wen Rou: "A Rou, where are you, where are you?"

Wen Rou pretended to be angry and stared, and said in a bad tone: "Is it time to ask this? Don't you hurry up and get off the horse. When my elder brother comes to the front, I find that you taught me how to ride a horse. I'm afraid..."

When Huang Weibao heard this, his face became frightened.

Thinking that the elder brother gave him the reins, it should be because he wanted Ah Rou to sit on the horse and lead the horse for a walk.

No, I couldn't hold back Ah Rou's entanglement and acting like a baby. Not only did the two ride a horse, but they also had physical contact.

Huang Wei Baojun blushed: "Ah Rou, sit still, I'll get off the horse first."

"Okay, get down quickly!" Rourou let go of her hand, moved a little distance, and took the rein from Huang Weibao's hand.

Immediately, Huang Weibao channeled his internal strength, flew up and stood firmly on the ground, "A Rou, give me the reins quickly."

(End of this chapter)