Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 122 Little God of Wealth
On September [-]th, Han Qing took two jars of fermented bean curd to Qingyang County.

The business of Fulai Building can be described as one of the best in Qingyang County. The guests who come and go say that the dishes here are novel and delicious. Many dishes have never been seen even by people in the imperial capital. It is really a real treat to eat!
Shopkeeper Song couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear, every day there were no empty seats, and business was booming.

So, no matter how busy he was, when Han Qing arrived, he would greet him personally.

Two months ago, he made a deal with Han Qing entirely out of Lin Yuwen's face.

He didn't want the real "Little God of Wealth" to be in front of him, but he treated him like a weed. Fortunately, he didn't despise Han Qing, a woman from a Taoist family and a village woman in the mountains, otherwise the opportunity would have been lost in vain!
The money he earned in these two months was more than what he earned in half a year!

Seeing that the ox cart from Linjia Village was about to arrive, shopkeeper Song hurriedly stood at the threshold and waited, and the waiter at the side of the shop was no stranger to it.

Who can make their shopkeeper wait like this, it must be Mrs. Han.

The ox cart stopped slowly, and Han Qing got out of the car with two big jars in her arms. Shopkeeper Song's eyes lit up, and she was gearing up immediately, eager to hold the two jars and see what new things were inside.

After getting off the bullock cart, Han Qing asked Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Liu and the waiter to count the tofu, and then went to the downtown market to set up a stall, and she met slowly.

Han Qing looked at the impatient Shopkeeper Song, and hurriedly quickened her pace: "Uncle Song, isn't it good that you are a big shopkeeper standing outside the door waiting for me?"

"What's wrong, Zhiyuan and Yuwen are like brothers, what's wrong with uncle coming to pick up his nephew and daughter-in-law?"

Facing the enthusiastic shopkeeper Song, Han Qing was a little dumbfounded.

He had no choice but to hold the two big jars and said, "Uncle Song, I made some new stuff, let's see if you like it."

Shopkeeper Song was waiting for this sentence, and quickly helped Han Qing take a jar: "Look at your small body, the jar is wider than you. I keep you for dinner every day, but I don't want it. Who made you so thin?"

"Uncle, don't bury me, I can't get fat even if I want to."

Just running around every day, getting up early and staying late, plus seven acres of beans, a lot of things are busy, can you not lose weight?
Shopkeeper Song took the altar and put the tip of his nose on the side of the altar, feeling that something was wrong.

Why... so smelly?
After Han Qing took out the green and red recipes and tasted them, Shopkeeper Song hesitated for a while before saying, "Nephew and daughter-in-law, the red recipe tastes good, but the green recipe...it tastes better, but the taste..."

Shopkeeper Song's meaning is self-evident, the smell is so stinky, people who don't know it may think his food is rotten, and it may affect the business.

Han Qing pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then suggested Shopkeeper Song to sell Qingfang at a stall in front of the restaurant, but Shopkeeper Song declined in the end.

Shopkeeper Song didn't dare to try it, because he was afraid that the guest officer would find it hard to swallow if he smelled it.Although the taste is acceptable, not everyone can accept it, especially Fu Lai Lou, where many officials' children come to gather recently.

Han Qing didn't try to persuade her anymore, and talked about the red side's business.

In the end, take one pot a day, try the effect first, and then place an order.

Han Qing was not discouraged either. She left Fulai Building and went to the busy market with the stinky tofu in her arms, leaving a small earthen pot of red square in her hand.

Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Liu have almost sold out their breakfasts. In the past half a month, they have also attracted many repeat customers, who come to drink a bowl of tofu nao every day.

Han Qing hugged Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Liu who were about to close the stall, and took a deep breath: "I'll fry stinky tofu!"

After speaking, he fetched a few more small plates: "Sister-in-law, help me put one piece of each small plate on the red side."

(End of this chapter)