Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 1030 Shen Zhuo's Doubt

"Thank you, thank you, thank you sister Chen Rou!" Zhang Ping said thank you three times in a row. Just because of Chen Rou's words, he felt that his whole body was full of strength and drive. He wanted to earn more money and marry Tangtang earlier.

Chen Rou didn't expect Zhang Ping's reaction to be so big, but his title troubled Chen Rou a little.

It's a shame that a 17-year-old young girl suddenly became the older sister of a 27-year-old man!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping went back to take care of those guests again, this time the smiles on his face became more and more, and even a few people who were eating were infected by his emotions and added a few bunches of vegetables.

"Rou'er, are you tired?" Shen Zhuo finally had time to comfort his little daughter-in-law after sending away the nth shopkeeper who didn't eat but only came to inquire about various foods in the surrounding area.

"Of course I'm not tired. It's Zhang Ping who is so tired. Look at him, he's sweating profusely." Chen Rou pointed to Zhang Ping, her eyes moved suddenly, and she said with a smile.

Following his daughter-in-law's line of sight, Shen Zhuo happened to see Zhang Ping who was explaining to the guests how long it would take to cook different kinds of dishes. His face seemed a little hot, and he would try his own face with his hands after speaking. temperature.

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Zhuo was a little puzzled, didn't he and his wife be called to help before?

"In one word, I told him that I would tell Tangtang that he is someone worthy of entrusting him for life, and that's it." Chen Rou shrugged, expressing that she was helpless.

The corners of Shen Zhuo's mouth raised slightly unconsciously. He was obviously a ghost, but he still pretended not to know like this, which made him worried.

"That's right, this is the bill up to now." Chen Rou handed the bill to Shen Zhuo.

"No need, as long as Rou'er knows for herself." The daughter-in-law is in charge of the money, so he doesn't need to know too much.

Chen Rou refused, she was just a half-baked person, shouldn't this kind of business make a living for someone who has owned a restaurant?

"You are the expert here. Whether you earn or lose, only you know the cost and labor, so brother Zhuo must read it, otherwise I will lose money, and you can sleep outside for me." Chen Rou was not polite at all, and the account book was stuffed. After giving it to Shen Zhuo, she sat back on the chair behind the counter.

Her counter is also at the height of a modern bar counter, unlike the ancient ones, which were as high as the counter. As the accountant, she has to stand and observe the entire store. She only needs to sit and occasionally stand up to scan for a few rounds. That's right, it's comfortable and looks good.

Shen Zhuo opened up the account book and looked at it. The entry of more than 400 Wen in one morning was completely beyond his imagination. He thought that the at most 200 Wen was not because his wife's shop was not making money, but because she sold it. Things are relatively cheap, starting with a few pennies. If he remembers correctly, he only sold three bowls of noodles this morning, and the rest were all attracted by the pictures and prices she drew on the wall. Eat "malatang".

"Rou'er's account..." Shen Zhuo felt a little strange as he flipped through the pages. When he turned to the last page, he actually saw a long series of numbers, obviously not the present, but the future.

"What's the matter?" Chen Rou moved her head closer, a little puzzled by Shen Zhuo's doubts.

"Your things?" Shen Zhuo pointed to some messy things written by Chen Rou. He knew in his heart that they were calculations, but it was different from abacus calculations.

"Calculate, I don't know how to calculate with abacus."

Therefore, the simple addition of Arabic numerals is the most convenient. In fact, she wants to say that these are just mathematics for elementary school students. She can just go through them with her architectural mind, and write them down because she is afraid that she will forget them.

(End of this chapter)