I eat property in Datang

Chapter 13 Customized New Iron Pot

"Young master! Now that the debt has been paid off, shall we revive the restaurant next?"

In Uncle Zhong's view, the foundation of the Huang family is the restaurant, which is the foundation of the Huang family's business.

Although mosquito coils make money, the money is far less reliable than restaurants.

Huang Dameng should inherit the family business and prosper the Huangjia Restaurant.

Huang Meng looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar restaurant again, nodded slightly and said: "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, the roots of the Huang family will not be broken, and the restaurant will reopen in the future, but not now, I will make it flourish again. You always have to sit in town and help me collect money as the shopkeeper."

"It's good if you know how to drive it, it's good if you know how to drive it!" Uncle Zhong kept nodding his head, but shook his head and said:

"Young master, I can't do it anymore. I'm 66 years old this year, half of my body is buried in the loess, and my bones are not strong anymore. I'm afraid I can't help you.

Why don't you invite a clerk first, if you don't worry about me, I will supervise the purchase in the back kitchen, and I can still check this aspect, and I will never allow people to steal and play tricks, shoddy..."

"Uncle Zhong, you can't say no to a man. A man can live happily with 61 flowers. You have to live to be [-] years old." Huang Meng joked.

Uncle Zhong was stunned for a while, then laughed.

"Young master, you know how to make fun of me. A man in his sixties is about the same. If I can live to be two hundred years old, I won't be a monster." Uncle Zhong shook his head and smiled bitterly. He really wanted to live to be two hundred years old, but this how is this possible.

As a joke, Huang Meng called his sister's name a few times, and the little girl ran over from the backyard, her hands still dirty and sticky with gray and black things.

It was the residue of mosquito coils. Many of the mosquito coils these days were made by him, his sister and Uncle Zhong. The little guy is very sensible.

Huang Meng pulled him to wash his hands, and then said: "Xiaomeng, Uncle Zhong, close the door and our family of three will go shopping. It's time to add new clothes."

Huang Meng didn't forget that his sister had pawned his clothes and other valuables in order to treat him. Now that he has some money left, it's time to make up for them.

"Okay! Okay! Big brother is the best..." Huang Xiaomeng said excitedly. Uncle Zhong wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words again.

So the three of them closed the store and started to wander around Dongshi together. Although their home was in Dongshi, Huang Meng never had a good time to go shopping.

The East Market in Datang is very large, and there are all kinds of industries in it, and there are many things that can be purchased.

The little girl ran like a magpie out of its cage, holding Huang Meng's hand, with a happy smile on her face, and together with Huang Meng, they explored the entire East City, and bought a bunch of food, play and things in a short while.

"Young Master! Are we looking for a carriage?" Huang Meng wanted to buy too many things, as long as the little girl liked them, he would wave his hands and buy them, so Uncle Zhong suggested that Gu should use a carriage for loading things.

Huang Meng didn't object, there were a lot of things to buy, so he asked Uncle Zhong to arrange.

Uncle Zhong soon found the carriage, and the three of them continued shopping. Passing through a clothing store, the three of them chose a store to go in, and measured their sizes. Huang Meng ordered three sets of clothes for each of them, and then paid a deposit to leave.

Then Huang Meng went to the iron shop again, found Li Tieji, a company with a good reputation, and asked them to make an iron pot.

"Mr. Huang, we have never made the iron pot you want. If the pot is thinner and lighter than you said, it must be made of stainless steel. The price may be ten times higher, and it will take time and materials." The shopkeeper of Li Tieji explained. road.

Who would be willing to use the fine steel for forging weapons to beat the pot.

Huang Meng said: "It's okay, I just ask you if you can build it, and if you can build it, the price is easy to say, and it doesn't matter how much."

From these days, Huang Meng knew that Datang did not copy dishes, and most of the cooking methods were simple, either boiling, potting or roasting.

It was too bland.

Now that he has spare money, of course he wants to improve the cooking situation, so he wants to get an iron pot first.

"That works! As long as Mr. Huang thinks it's okay, we will definitely build it for you."

Since the customers spared no expense, there was no reason for them to push the business out. Anyway, Huang Dameng had made a lot of money recently, and this guy could even defeat the recipe, so a mere pot was nothing.

Huang Meng left a deposit and left.

After that, the three of them stopped hanging out, so they went home.

After returning, Huang Xiaomeng went to sort out her spoils.

Uncle Zhong hesitated to speak several times, and finally asked: "Master, there is something I want to say after thinking about it. Isn't it a waste of you to spend more than ten times the price for an ostomy pot?"

Fine steel is used to make weapons, and Huang Dameng is used to make pots, which is too extravagant.

Now, although the Huang family has paid off their debts and has some spare money, they can't waste it like this, right?

The money has to be saved. In the future, Huang Dameng will marry a young lady to spread the branches and leaves for the Huang family. If he has no money, he can't do it.

"Uncle Zhong, I know your worries. Don't worry, I'm not spending money indiscriminately. You will know its benefits when the new pot is made, and the prosperity of our restaurant will depend on the new pot in the future." Huang Meng Of course I knew the old man's worries, it was because he was afraid that he would lose his fortune again, so I comforted him, but didn't explain much.

Some things need to be seen in kind before they can be explained clearly.

It's good that Huang Dameng understands, but Uncle Zhong didn't mention it with doubts, but continued to help make mosquito coils.

The next day!

Huang Dameng's side continued to operate normally, and when the time came, the billboard was put up.

People with good deeds gathered to watch again, all betting on what the price of Huang Dameng will be today?
"The price has increased again!"

Everyone's expressions were weird, and they felt a bit toothache.

This time the price has not risen by half, it is not a daily increase, but a direct jump to five per box.

Soon the three Hu merchants from yesterday came again, and they opened their mouths and said, "Mr. Huang, we want all the mosquito coils. There should be no one who has ordered them today."

Huang Meng said: "There are no reservations today, but the quantity is only [-] guan. You can take all the [-] guan money with you."

The three Hu merchants were overjoyed, and were about to take out the gold cakes with money, but they were stunned for a while, and finally came back to their brains.

"Why is Mr. Huang four hundred guan? One box of three guan, eighty boxes, shouldn't it be 240 guan?"

Hu merchants are all masters in mathematics, and they are all shrewd and capable in calculating accounts.

Huang Meng looked at the three Hu merchants, and said noncommittally: "I think your proposal yesterday is very good, so now sell a box of Wuguan!"

puff……

The three Hu merchants had the urge to throw things, but in the end they obediently paid the money, took the things and left quickly.

They swore that they would never come to Huang's Restaurant again.

If it weren't for the mosquito coils from the gambling shop not being produced yet, and they were rushing to leave the Great Wall, they would promise not to buy the high-priced mosquito coils from Huang Dameng, a black-hearted profiteer.

"The boss is still those Hu merchants who come to buy mosquito coils. Huang Dameng sold [-] boxes today, which is much less than the previous few days."

The subordinates who inquired about the news in the past turned into a corner and reported to Jin Daya. Jin Daya squinted his eyes and said triumphantly:
"Go! Go back and report to Young Master."

As soon as he entered the gate of the gambling house, another subordinate rushed over to report another matter to Jin Daya, and Jin Daya made his way up to the second floor.

(End of this chapter)