Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 498 Watermelon
No one can resist watermelon in summer. There is one slice per table and one plate, and each person can only eat two slices, and no more than three slices.

Many customers were still not satisfied and asked, "Do you have any more watermelons? Can you give me some more?"

Wen Shu said in an awkward tone: "Yes, there is, but it is a new product that will be launched in three days."

"Isn't it just money?" A well-dressed customer stood up and said, "Name your price."

How can Wen Shu not make money when he has it?

No, of course she has to earn it.

However, I originally thought that there were no watermelons in this world and was worrying about the price, but who would have known that Qin Jingyang had actually eaten one two years ago.

But from what he said, not many people had eaten watermelon in Bian Jing, and it was not cheap.

"If I tell you, I'm afraid everyone will think it's expensive." She hesitated and stammered.

"What a joke! Are you the one who is short of money?"

This is what you said.

Wen Shu made a rough estimate of the price, added the shipping cost from the capital, and finally set the price at two taels of silver per piece.

When the guest heard the two taels of silver, his face froze for a moment.
But the words have been said, and with so many people watching, it would be embarrassing to go back on my word.

After all, he had some reputation in this area, so he gritted his teeth and said, "It's only two taels, give me one."

He bought it, and the others who followed suit couldn't play dumb any longer, so they gritted their teeth and bought one.

We are all people of similar status, and if I don’t buy it, I seem to be inferior.

This sale is for ten.

Looking at the two hundred taels of silver he had just received, Wen Shu's face was about to break with laughter.

This is easy money.

"Fan Lou sells half a piece for ten taels, and you only sell one for two taels. Aren't you losing money?" Qin Jingyang came over at some point.

Wen Shu's smile froze on his face before he could put it away, and he glared at him angrily: "Didn't you say you didn't remember?"

"I just remembered this." Seeing Wen Shu's bad face, he ran away.

Wen Shu took several deep breaths and comforted himself.

Although she sold it at a lower price, Fanlou is a place where even an ordinary chicken would have its price multiplied several times.

Ten taels of silver in Lin'an would be hard to sell, not to mention her small shop, even the best restaurant in Lin'an would probably not be able to sell well.

People should be content with what they have. In her eyes, two taels of silver was already a high price.

In the eyes of those customers, it was also a high price.

Thinking of this, I felt a lot better.

After everyone in the store had left, Wen Shu asked the shopkeeper to close the shop and count today's revenue.

There was freshly cut watermelon on the table, and everyone took a bite and ate it until their mouths were full.

"Where did you contact the melon vendor?" Qin Jingyang walked over to Wen Shu with a watermelon in his hand and whispered, "I heard that these melons are from foreign countries. Bian Jing has only become popular in the past two years, and the production is also small. Where did you get so many?"

When he went to the kitchen to get the melons just now, he found that there were at least twenty or thirty of them piled on the ground.

I heard that last year, Fanlou only got fifty in total.

Wen Shu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Why are you asking about this? Third Master Zhuo doesn't even care about it, so why would you bother about it?"

After being choked, Qin Jingyang was a little discouraged, "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"This is a commercial secret. Buddha said: It cannot be said. It cannot be said."

This time it was Qin Jingyang's turn to roll his eyes, but the watermelon was really delicious, sweet and refreshing.

Thinking of this, he bought two more pieces.

Wen Shu had never even seen the watermelons in Bian Jing, so these watermelons must have come from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

A few nights ago, she had an impulse and used random teleportation, but she didn't expect to be teleported to a strange place again.

The weather there is hot and the land is flat, with neither lakes nor mountains.

The heat wave hit me, and the sun in the sky seemed to be closer to me.

There are patches of green vines and big round green balls on the ground.

When the system told her that these melons were watermelons, which were not only edible but also could clear away heat and relieve summer heat, she picked two hundred of them on the spot and threw them into the storage basket.

It turns out that place is a foreign land!
"You've been out for so long, haven't you sent any letters home?" Wen Shu suddenly asked while chewing a watermelon.

Qin Jingyang was about to reply when he heard Zhuo Rufeng's low cry, "How about it, how much did you earn today?" The shopkeeper stopped working on the abacus and wrote "five taels" in the profit column of the account book.

"Five taels?" Zhuo Rufeng immediately went to see Wen Shu, only to hear her smile and say, "Not bad, a net profit of four taels."

"Really?" Zhuo Rufeng was a little excited. "So, if every day is like today, wouldn't it be 120 taels a month?"

When he said this, a rare blush appeared on his pale face.

The shopkeeper next to him was also happy for him. He didn't expect that the third young master, who had left home when he was young and had never been involved in business affairs, would have such vision.

This was the first time I opened a shop in partnership with someone and I achieved such results.

He was originally the companion of Zhuo's third wife, Zhuo Rufeng's mother. However, more than ten years ago, after the wife took the son to another place to recuperate, he was left in the old house to do some unimportant chores.

This time the third young master came back suddenly and said he wanted to open a shop, so he hired the old people who stayed in the old house in Lin'an.

Wen Shu also knew about this.
It doesn't matter who she invites, since she doesn't have many acquaintances in Lin'an anyway.

On the contrary, the Zhuo family is very powerful in Lin'an City. As long as the Wang family does not cause trouble, this shop can run smoothly.

"Put up a sign later. Starting tomorrow, sales of milk tea will be limited to 200 cups per day." Wen Shu suddenly said.

"Ah, what is this?" Zhuo Rufeng was a little surprised.

The momentum is just right, shouldn't we strike while the iron is hot and sell more?

Wen Shu explained: "There is a limited amount of milk, so we can only make so much. And if you eat too much of anything in a short period of time, you will get tired of it."

Hearing this, Zhuo Rufeng immediately understood.

Scarcity makes things valuable. The special thing about this shop is that it has milk tea that other shops don’t have. If the people of Lin’an City get tired of it within a few days, then the business will be difficult in the future.

However, since I have taken over this store, I can't really only do business for half a day.

If that happens, I won’t be able to get back the rent after half a year.

To this end, Wen Shu stayed in the kitchen for the entire afternoon to test new products until the lights came on.

In the evening, Wen Shu invited everyone to go to Xiyu Tower to listen to music.

Qin Jingyang's eyes lit up after hearing this. Old Man Wen and Zhuo Rufeng were also a little curious. Only Liu Yunniang was not interested and politely declined Wen Shu's invitation.

Wen Shu knew that she was unhappy, so he didn't force her and left with the other three.

The top lady in Xiyu Tower is called Yanru. Not only does she have a melodious and clear voice, she is also beautiful.

She sat on the stage, holding a pipa in her hands. Through the pearl curtain, the melodious and lingering Jiangnan tune lingered in the room, making people feel as if they were in the mist and rain of March and April.

When the song ended, the audience burst into applause and cheered.

A clever servant immediately took a tray and walked back and forth among the crowd. From time to time, the sound of silver or copper coins falling into it could be heard.

When the tray was placed in front of Qin Jingyang, he subconsciously touched his waist, and after a moment he looked at Wen Shu with some embarrassment.

Wen Shu naturally took out ten coins from his waist and handed them to him.

Qin Jingyang took it with a smile and wanted to throw it all into the tray, but he remembered something halfway and took out two cents and put them in his sleeve.

The servant carrying the tray had a slightly stiff smile and a hint of disgust flashed across his face.

Wen Shu smiled.

After the servant left, she looked at Qin Jingyang sideways and asked slyly, "What does it feel like?"

Qin Jingyang turned a deaf ear to what was said and just looked at Lady Yan Ru on the stage, clapping and praising, "What a great singing!"

On the way home, she asked Qin Jingyang: "Since you know the importance of money, why don't you join my shop and make some money?"

"Isn't this penniless?"

"Don't you still have two cents?" Wen Shu looked at his sleeves.

Qin Jingyang was shocked: "You want to take even these two cents?!" He clenched his sleeves, looking as if he was ready to die.

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