Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 34 Restaurant Opening

They all said that the wine was in their stomachs, and they didn't know how long they held it in. Zhang Xianzhong was so drunk that he passed out.

Song Qingshu didn't want this guy to stay in his house for too long, but he couldn't throw him on the road. As a last resort, Song Qingshu gave him his house, and endured the embarrassment and threw him on his bed.

After dealing with Zhang Xianzhong, Song Qingshu had the cheek to go to Xing Hongniang's house for a night with malicious intentions, but just now he was full of smirks and rubbed into his ass, and suddenly the girl who had been angry all night kicked his ass with a big kick. Almost kicked Song Qingshu out of the Milky Way and back to the 21st century.

Seeing Song Qingshu sitting in the yard rubbing his butt sadly, the little girl Caiwei sympathetically invited him to stay in her room for the night, but looking at her delicate loli face and Xia Xueyi's scarred face Song Qingshu hurriedly declined the dead face with a smile, and went to the firewood room with the bedroll under Xiaonizi's resentful eyes.

At the age of 14, an impulse is going to jail!

Fortunately, Song Qingshu endured the cold and hard firewood all night, and he didn't know if he drank enough wine or poured out the negative emotions pent up in his heart. He felt relieved a lot. Hearing Song Qingshu's invitation to invest in business in the morning, Zhang Xianzhong Unexpectedly, he agreed with his mouth open, and took out two liang of silver from his arms and threw it on the table, telling Song Qingshu that anyone looking for trouble can just mention his name. After drinking a bowl of sweet potato porridge, he went to work again with great pomp.

Pulling out the money from the Eight Great King Zhang Xianzhong, holding the two taels of silver, Song Qingshu really felt like it fell from the sky.

Although there were hidden worries in the matter, at least it went smoothly. Even though Song Qingshu's opening of the store was not very optimistic about the father and daughter of Xing Hongniang and his daughter, Song Qingshu himself was still in full swing, and devoted himself to the decoration of the new store with full enthusiasm.

Before crossing over, Song Qingshu once helped his classmates decorate their houses, and he was not ignorant of decoration, but in the Ming Dynasty, there was nothing he wanted, not even tiles, and half of Song Qingshu's purchase list was crossed out by Qu Botao. When he started to move his hands, it really made him blind.

But when things come to an end, you have to bite the bullet and do it!Fortunately, wood is cheap in this day and age, and those who sell wood are usually Qu Botao's nemesis, Huizhou businessmen. After a day or two of chattering, Qu Botao finally got back three cedars that were as thick as an armful. Five or six million won't come down, but Qu Botao bought it after giving five taels of silver. Song Qingshu was speechless after reading it.

After getting it, Song Qingshu and Scarface started the hard work of sawing wood and breaking boards. In the era without chainsaws, this was a nightmare. After seven or eight days of continuous work, Song Qingshu's hand broke a lot of blisters, and it was only half completed. Fortunately, Qu Botao couldn't wait any longer, so he found a master carpenter and sent two other men to help him, which freed Song Qingshu.

The taverns in the Ming Dynasty basically had no decoration, the walls were made of earth and painted with a layer of paper, which was convenient for literati to scribble, but Song Qingshu still didn't intend to make it so simple, he snapped up a pile of plaster of paris from a tofu shop, , It was hard to wipe it up again.

Song Qingshu's photo is much worse than that of later generations of bricklayers, and it took seven or eight days to wipe it off. The whole house was wiped flat and uneven, and it was so bad that Song Qingshu had no choice but to call himself a post-modern art.

However, plaster and plaster white walls are different from mud walls with just a layer of paper. Although there is no imitation porcelain effect, the whole room looks bright and classy.

Looking at the bright and majestic storefront, Qu Botao grinned every day, yelling how he couldn't think of it, and kept muttering that he wanted to do the same to the Qu family's ancestral house in Qi County when he went back.

Song Qingshu didn't know that since he started, there have been many craftsmen in the streets and alleys of major cities in the Ming Dynasty, squatting on the side of the road, holding a big sign with three big characters written on it.

Shave white!
The walls are painted and the boards are finished. For the furniture, Song Qingshu specially invited the foreign monks to decorate the tables, chairs and decorations as well as the counters in imitation of the Italian aristocratic homes at that time. With a splash of ink, I painted a lot of Madonna, Christ, cross and other characteristics of Western art style. Not to mention, these two brushes of Song Qingshu still have the charm of French Impressionism in the [-]th century, but it is a pity that foreign monks do not know how to appreciate them. , jumping up and down at the slanted-eyed Christ statue, furious like a monkey.

But after all the private rooms upstairs were set up, Song Qingshu discovered another big thing, no lights!
The light bulbs that cost two yuan a piece in later generations can’t be bought even if there are 3000 to [-] million taels of silver. The counter is still inside, with an oval cover hanging on it. This covers the dark side of the counter, and there are no artistic bacteria. up.

The foreign monk suggested simply hanging two oil lamps, which is how it is done in the West anyway, but Song Qingshu made the counter too big, and put four oil lamps on it. In broad daylight, Song Qingshu stood behind the counter, just like a friend from Africa.

Fortunately, nothing is too difficult for the great nerd, and Song Qingshu, who was ruthless, made a cameo appearance as Frankenstein. Anyway, it was said in science magazines that glass is made of sand and soda ash, and Song Qingshu bought a big pottery pot again. I made a stove for roasting sweet potatoes, put coal on the bottom, put white sand on the top, and the soda flour and bones used for kneading noodles in the grocery store. After two or three days of burning, it really made Song Qingshu burn out. A large pot of dark glass juice.

This product will not be paved evenly. To make the whole glass, I simply asked the worker to dismantle the counter again, brushed a layer of silver powder on the counter surface, put some mercury, and then put the hot glass on it.

Fortunately, it was done in the backyard. Song Qingshu saw that the momentum was wrong and ran fast, otherwise he would have been poisoned by mercury. The hot glass and hot wood were all carbonized, and an unpleasant smell of mercury could be smelled from far away.

Song Qingshu, who had left the taste for a long time and refused to come forward any more, shamelessly ordered Qu Botao's two workers to smooth a large lump of soft glass on the counter with a knife.

The glass was solidly burned together with the counter. The silver mirror reaction experiment I did in junior high school was a little bit successful. Visiting with a European-style oil lamp, the polished and smooth counter can be regarded as reflecting a kind of mysterious beauty that Song Qingshu wants.

In the words of this fool, this is called romance!It's a pity that the foreign monk, who knew the true meaning of romance, looked at the burnt counter and sneered.

After tossing and tossing for half a month, until more than April, the big yellow signboard with KDN written in English can be regarded as hanging up. I watched the weird appearance I made, not in the middle, not in the west. Song Qingshu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It can be regarded as having a capital to settle down!
Song Qingshu’s KDN themed restaurant opened in a low-key manner. Like Shi Tianfu’s Shi’s Restaurant when it opened last time, it set off firecrackers and invited opera troupes to sing operas. There was nothing lively about it, only foreign monks were invited at the door. Sprinkle some holy water on the door, even if it is opened.

Qu Botao, Zhang Xianzhong, and the foreign monk became the first customers. Xing Hongniang and old man Xing still didn't like Song Qingshu's business. They continued to sell roasted sweet potatoes in the streets. The newly ripped skirt made of black and white cloth, Cai Wei, who looks like a cosplay maid, bounces around as a part-time waiter. The little girl wears double ponytails and has a cute cat beard painted on her face. How cute is she? How cute.

It's just that the other waiter was not so enthusiastic. He was also wearing a long skirt maid outfit and a bow tie on his head. Xia Xueyi's scarred face and unshaven face stretched out. Convulsively roaring at Song Qingshu: "Do you have to dress like this? Idiot, you are definitely revenge on purpose, punish me! Thinking of me, Xia Xueyi, a man of seven feet, Wanjun also killed seven in and seven out, You made me wear women's clothes..."

"That's enough, that's enough!" Before Scarface could finish complaining sadly, Song Qingshu, who was busy wrapping the buttered halberd skin, shook his hands impatiently: "It's not what you said, sword mountain and fire sea, give me an order, you iron-blooded man Never frown, besides, what do you know, this is called Scottish flirting! On the big island where British wrestlers live far away, all men wear skirts! If you don’t believe me, ask the priest! Father! Are Scottish men In skirts!"

Amid Song Qingshu's loud yelling, the foreign monk nodded with his mouth straight and crooked. Now he is used to how Song Qingshu knows so many things about the western continent. Looking at the appearance of a maid with a scarred face, the foreign monk's expression is more How strange it is.

"See, don't go to work! Caiwei!"

On his face, he looked like he had succeeded in a trick, Song Qingshu put on the airs of the boss very wretchedly, his scarred face with anger was full of blood vessels on his forehead, Song Qingshu was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted Caiwei.

Scarface is a blood-type man who is not afraid of anything, but he cares most about this orphan of the Xiong family. Seeing Caiwei jumping out, he had to knock down his front teeth and glared at Song Qingshu in grief. Only then resentfully withdrew to the back kitchen to work.

He is really ashamed to see people!
Warm milk tea and muffins were served, and the two major shareholders, Qu Botao and Zhang Xianzhong, also started to work. While eating, Qu Botao complained: "I said, Brother Song, we run this restaurant. It's too low-key! Who would know? If you want me to say, it should be like what my old brother said, and call all the shopkeepers that my brother knows to join in. Brother Song, you are a Westerner's delicacy. Guarantee they will come here often, what kind of cheating are we? The restaurant is guaranteed to become a hit, and the money will be rolling in!"

He also pulled a stool over to sit down, but Song Qingshu waved his hands in a big way: "Brother, you don't understand, our theme restaurant is for scholars from Fuxue County on the other side of Nanshi City, as well as nearby yamen Literati masters here, literati, the picture is clean, elegant, and stylish! If you want to make money, you have to conform to their temper, learn this style!"

"The more mysterious it is, the more it can arouse the curiosity of those literati! If the house is full of merchants, all this trouble will be in vain! Who appreciates you! Just watch! It won't be long before someone will come to your door! "

Just as he was talking, the sound of footsteps came from the street opposite the door, and Song Qingshu immediately shouted triumphantly: "Xia Xiaoer, go out to pick up the guests!"

Scarface glared at Song Qingshu with great grief and anger, and then swayed the maid and pretended to leave the door, but not long after, there was a thunderous voice outside.

"Beg for food and go away! Don't provoke grandpa!"

beg!Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat...

(End of this chapter)