During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

"And I talked to Miss Jiang. Her brother has already graduated from high school and is on his way to Beijing to take the exam. In the future, it is not certain that he will join the court as an official. It seems that Xia'er will also take the exam in two years. If Wouldn’t it be a big help to be able to establish a relationship with their family?”

Mrs. Pan was puzzled, "Although none of our Pan family have joined the government as officials, it doesn't mean they have nothing to do with the government. The master's family..."

"The master's family has several sons who are studying. Even if they are related, they are still close to their own family. How could they think of our Xia'er?"

Shopkeeper Pan pinched his mustache. He was self-aware. The couple did not have any strong connections. If his son wanted to become an official in the court, he could only rely on himself. Now that he had such an opportunity, of course he had to seize it.

In order to stabilize the ginger seedlings, shopkeeper Pan sent people to Dashan early in the morning and asked him and his brothers to transport the goods.

As soon as Dashan heard that there was going to be a big business, he immediately agreed and came to the door with his two younger brothers.

After breakfast, Jiang Miao made another pot of jujube paste cake, which was hot and sweet.

While eating, there was a knock on the door.

Hearing that it was the person introduced by Shopkeeper Pan, Jiang Miao quickly invited the person in.

Dashan is a tough man with a rugged appearance and a scar on his face. His limbs are strong and strong. He speaks with an authentic accent, "Miss Jiang, all the things are in the kitchen, please order."

Jiang Miao was shocked by his loud voice, smiled, and checked. There was no shortage of food, just like what she saw yesterday.

Shopkeeper Pan is really sincere in doing business.

"Gulu..." I don't know who swallowed.

Jiang Miao looked over in surprise.

Dashan turned around and glared at his younger brother, turned his head and cupped his hands, and said with a flattering look on his face: "Miss Jiang, I heard that Shopkeeper Pan said you want to ask us to make the shop famous?"

Jiang Miao glanced at the three of them with a smile, "I have this plan, but I don't know what the price will be like."

Dashan immediately took out their quotation list.

The list is a bit old, and the words on the creases in the middle are no longer legible. I take it out often and look through it.

Jiang Miao took a quick look and frowned slightly.

This price is considered high even in Yuzhou.

Dashan is very good at observing people's words and immediately said: "Girl, don't think our prices are high, but there are advantages to being high. I have many brothers and there are people in several city gates. Just give me a shout and there will be no one in your shop."

Dashan was used to doing this kind of thing, and he dispelled Jiang Miao's concerns with a few words.

Dashan glanced sideways at the red date cake on the table. It was fragrant and sweet, with the aroma of red dates. Just smelling it was delicious.

Jiang Miao mentally estimated the price and felt that Dashan's price was within her acceptable range.

"I can accept this price, but I have a requirement. You need to start promoting my shop three days before it opens."

"This is no problem." Dashan agreed.

"In addition, you also have to help me distribute leaflets."

"What's a flyer?"

Jiang Miao smiled and said, "It's just a leaflet. It has the address of the store, the functions and prices of each pastry, and the opening time. It's clear at a glance."

Dashan often does publicity work for people. In the past, he asked the children to memorize it and go to crowded places to shout. The more sophisticated ones would ask them to dress better and use more beautiful words.

But no one wants to write it out intuitively, and they still have to draw pictures to listen to her ideas.

Dashan's eyes lit up when he heard this, "The girl's idea is really clever, why didn't I think of it?"

He happily stood up and turned around. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea.Jiang Miao had studied with people from the advertising department of the Lowe Group for a while, so making flyers was not a problem at all.

But she hasn’t even found a store yet, so it’s too early to make flyers.

Jiang Miao proposed a few details, and Dashan agreed to them one by one. Not only did he not think she was verbose, but he thought her idea was clever and might be useful in the future, so he listened very carefully.

Although the two younger brothers didn't quite understand why the eldest brother was so excited, it seemed like it was a good thing, and the two of them also smiled at Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao: "..."

Jiang Miao was very happy to see that Dashan could listen and draw inferences.

Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Jiang Miao gave Dashan the balance of the rice noodles and packed two portions of jujube paste cakes, one for Dashan and his brothers, and one for shopkeeper Pan, thanking him for his help in introducing them.

Dashan accepted the things without hesitation, "Miss Jiang, my conversation with you today really taught me a lot about my brother. My brother is at the entrance of the alley in front. If anything happens in the future, just call me."

"Good talk, good talk."

After leaving the door, Dashan couldn't wait to open the lotus leaf, pinched a piece of red date cake from the inside and stuffed it into his mouth. It was sweet, soft and glutinous, and tasted extremely delicious.

"This tastes really amazing. I have never tasted such delicious snacks in my entire life. You guys should try it too."

The two younger brothers couldn't wait for a long time. They also followed the example of their elder brother and pinched a piece and stuffed it into their mouths.

Xiaosi said: "Brother, this tastes really good, maybe it can really compare to Yang Ji."

"Yang Ji, those guys who treat people first, think we are dirty, think we have no money, and are not even qualified to eat snacks or anything. I have long disliked them."

After the mistress finished speaking, she reached out and pinched another piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

In the blink of an eye, one piece was gone, and Dashan came up to protect the food. "It's just two pieces. Once you finish eating, it's gone."

The mistress shrank her neck and smiled, "Brother, don't be so protective of food. From now on, Miss Jiang's dim sum shop will open, won't you be able to eat as much as you want?"

"That won't work either. I'll keep the remaining two pieces for my mother to eat."

The conversation between the three fell into Luo Tingye's ears. He shook his head and returned to the small courtyard.

"You're back."

Jiang Miao greeted him enthusiastically, "How's it going? Have those two people been sent to the government?"

"They've been delivered. Magistrate Wang was quite reasonable and took them to prison. It happened that they needed to serve recently, so he just let them dig mud."

Last night, as soon as the two returned to the alley, two people followed them. Not only did they want money, but they also wanted to kidnap the ginger seedlings.

Without Luo Tingye taking action, Jiang Miao would take care of the two of them.

Luo Tingye threw them to the county government office early in the morning.

"There aren't many people behind these two gangsters."

Luo Tingye crossed her and sat at the stone table, coughing lightly, "There should be no one."

Jiang Miao breathed a sigh of relief and poured him a cup of milk tea, which she had just made. "How does it compare to County Magistrate Wang?"

"A little stronger than him, but the county magistrate and the chief registrar are not easy to deal with."

Luo Tingye paused, "I found out that the county magistrate's surname is Fang. He is a local and has been here for seven or eight years."