Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 116
Qiaohui said that she didn't want to hear gossip, and didn't want to see other people's strange eyes, so Meng Kejun went out with her before dawn.

Before going out, Aunt Wang gave thousands of reminders, but she was worried, and she started to cry again, but Uncle Wang persuaded him, saying that you can rest assured if you follow, not to mention that the town is not far from home, thinking about it It's time to go and see.

Meng Kejun carried a bag on his back, which contained samples of sachets and purses that Huang had made with colorful silk threads in the past two days.

Qiaohui also carried a bag, which contained her change of clothes, and in her hand was the cloth given to Meng Kejun by the owner of the cloth shop.

When the two rushed to the town, their genius had just revealed themselves, and Zhu Biaosan's butcher shop was still closed.

In order not to disturb their rest, but also wanted to relax, the two carried their burdens and walked to the riverside wharf unknowingly.

Unexpectedly, the riverside wharf was extremely lively at this time, and ships of all sizes were busy docking and unloading.

"Why is it so lively at this hour?"

Meng Kejun felt strange, the rest of the town was quiet, but here was full of people and busy.

"Docking to unload the goods! The goods on this ship were all brought in overnight. It's just right for customers to sell them when they are unloaded at dawn!" This Qiaohui knew that when the family was not busy with farm work a while ago, his brother Wang Mancang came to help He unloaded the goods for a period of time and made a lot of money.

"Go! Let's go down and have a look, and join in the fun!"

Meng Kejun pulled Qiaohui and ran down the river bank. She had to visit such a lively and fun place, maybe she could find some way to make money from it.

To be honest, she was really uneasy about doing things in Chen Meishi's house, with such a little effort, the salary was so high, and the most terrible thing was that Zhu Biaosan and Chen Meishi sometimes did everything by hand.

She ate and drank well at his house every day. In fact, it had to be calculated carefully. Her wages were paid by white-collar workers. She knew that Chen Meishi was thinking of the life-saving grace of herself and Dong Qingfeng to Chen Huanzhang, and she thought of ways to help her. Own.

From the river bank to the wharf, there are long steps to walk. Mr. Meng Ke has been here twice during this section, both to buy sweet-scented osmanthus fish on Nier’s boat. It was already daytime at that time. But there are not so many people busy unloading.

The men who came to unload the goods were all strong and strong men, all wearing only short jackets that had not been buttoned up, showing their strong chest muscles and arms, carrying the goods on their shoulders, and beads of sweat flowed down one by one. Rolled down on the forehead.

Although it looked exhausted, everyone was working hard and very happy.Because although the unloading job is tiring, it can earn a lot of money.

"Hurry up, there's not much cargo on this ship, let's finish unloading quickly, and then I'll invite everyone to drink at Old Li's stall!"

Foreman Sun Dapeng suddenly shouted at his subordinates who were carrying the cargo.

Qiaohui and Meng Kejun stood behind him, his voice was so loud and loud that it startled the unsuspecting two people.

"I said, Boss, can you change to another one? The wine from Old Litou's house is bitter and astringent, and it makes your tongue numb. After drinking his wine, you will taste nothing!"

At this time, some workers began to protest against Sun Danpeng.

Sun Dapeng smiled, "Isn't there no way out! At this time, there is only Lao Litou's stall, and those small taverns on the shore have to wait for several hours! You just make do with it and wait two days later. Please go to the tavern for a drink!"

The conversation between these two people aroused Meng Kejun's interest. She took a closer look at the river bank, and saw that there was indeed a small stall set up on a relatively flat place on the river bank.

Meng Kejun immediately pulled Qiaohui to the stall.

It is better to say that it is a burden than a stall.

On the wooden shelf at one end of the burden are placed bowls and bottles and jars of meat oil, soy sauce, pepper, coriander and other condiments, which can be described as a blend of five flavors and everything is available.

There are multiple layers of drawers below, and different things are placed in each layer of drawers. Some drawers are filled with thin wonton skins, and some drawers are filled with a few pieces of braised vegetables that have not been cut.

There is a pot on the left side of the burden. In order to prevent the fire from burning the wooden frame, the pot and the stove are completely surrounded by iron sheets.

There are two lids on the pot, and the pot is also separated from the mandarin duck pot. One side is for boiling water and making soup, and the other side is for serving wontons.

Although it was just a simple-looking burden, the business was very good. There were two small tables behind the burden, which were already full of people, and many people directly sat on the ground with bowls to eat.

The stall was set up by an elderly couple in their 60s and [-]s. One of the two couples cooked wontons and the other made wontons. They never stopped working hard.

Seeing Meng Kejun and Qiaohui approaching, the woman quickly raised her head to greet them.

"Do you want something to eat, girl?"

"Ma'am, bring me two bowls of wontons, and, don't you still sell wine? Bring me a bowl too!"

When Meng Kejun said that he wanted to drink, not only Qiaohui, but almost everyone who heard this sentence looked at Meng Kejun.

In the middle of the night, two girls came to the river beach to buy wine and drink. I'm afraid these two people are not serious girls.

"But Miss Jun—" Qiaohui looked around, all of them looked at them with unfriendly or even contemptuous eyes, which was what she couldn't bear the most.

Just when everyone was casting contemptuous glances at Meng Kejun and Qiaohui, Meng Kejun smiled and said unhurriedly, "Ma'am, my family makes wine, and I just heard someone say that your wine is delicious, so I thought about it." Come and taste."

"Oh! That's all right! That's all right!" The woman, who was still a little embarrassed at first, didn't know whether the wine should be sold to her, immediately nodded with a smile, took out a bowl of wine from the wine tank, and handed it to Mr. Meng Ke.

Then he quickly ordered the two bowls of wontons that Meng Kejun asked for.

After the wontons in the pot were cooked, there happened to be a table of guests on the small table who had finished eating.

Meng Kejun hurriedly sat down with Qiaohui, holding the wine and wontons.

Meng Kejun found that the business of this small stall is really good. As soon as the customers here left, other customers came one after another.

The workers who come here to eat are all unloading workers on the river beach. Unloading is physical work. After a tired night, they really want to eat something to rest their stomachs.

"Hmm—" Meng Kejun took a bite of the wontons in the bowl, before she chewed them, she covered her mouth, and then quietly spit out all the wontons in her mouth.

"what happened?"

Qiaohui, who didn't even touch the bowl, didn't understand why Meng Kejun did this.

Meng Kejun whispered to Qiaohui's ear, "This meat is not fresh."

Although this meat uses a lot of condiments to cover up its staleness, Meng Kejun, who has a keen sense of taste, can still taste it as soon as he eats it.

Hearing Meng Kejun say that the meat is not fresh, Qiaohui immediately pushed away the bowl in front of her, "They still sell it if it's not fresh. How can the business be so good?"

(End of this chapter)