It was already the end of Shen Shi when Song Wanyue and Song Shen returned home. After having enough food, Song Wanyue made some arrangements to ask the six guards to start teaching twelve martial arts tomorrow.

Hearing the movement, Mr. Song came out of the house, "Yue'er is back."

"grandfather."

Mr. Song sat down on the threshold and saw her wash her face after slapping it, "Grandpa asked you something, when will the workshop start recruiting people?"

"I've told my second brother in the past two days."

Song Wanyue finished answering casually, and then realized something. She wrung the veil and put it on the shelf, and came over to sit next to Mr. Song, "Has the village chief asked you?"

"Well, he was thinking about trying to recruit more people from our village."

"I also told my second brother that 30% of the people in the workshop recruited from our village, and the remaining 70% were given to the other four villages. However, this time the death contract will be signed for a long time, especially those with pharmaceutical pills, which will be signed for at least fifteen years."

"I see."

Mr. Song couldn't wait to get up, "You go back and rest first, I'll go to the village chief's house."

The village chief squatted outside the dark door with his cigarette pipe, staring at the direction of the Song family. After smoking a bag of cigarettes, he went back to the house to add another bag. The second bag was about to finish smoking. When he saw Mr. Song walking here, he immediately stood up and almost trotted to meet him, "How is it?"

Mr. Song stretched out three fingers, "30%."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief. There were five villages in total, and Songjia Village accounted for 30%. It was Song Wanyue who gave him a huge face.

"But Yue'er said that the signing of the Death Deed will take longer this time, especially those with pharmaceutical pills, which will be signed for at least fifteen years."

"Fifteen years are fifteen years. If I hadn't been older, I would have wanted to go to the workshop. Once I entered the workshop, I wouldn't have to worry about making money for fifteen years."

Country people are okay when the weather is good, and the family can fill their stomachs. If God is a little bit unsatisfactory, many families will go hungry.

The village chief knocked his tobacco pipe on the sole of his shoes, "It's getting late, you go back to bed early."

Mr. Song turned around and went back.

When he walked away, the village chief turned around and went to the nearest home. But after a while, he came out and went to the next home. In half an hour, every household in the village knew that the workshop was going to recruit 30% of the people in the village and signed a fifteen-year contract. He stopped sleeping and discussed who would go to the family.

Song Wanyue didn't know that the village chief could not wait. She slept until dawn. After dinner, she took a carriage to the county town.

The restaurant is progressing very quickly, and the first floor has been built.

Seeing him coming, Zhang San and others greeted him. Song Wanyue nodded and responded, then turned around and said to Song Lin, and went back to the courtyard to find Meng, "Grandma, should we buy some people first?"

"Your mother and I are talking about this. We are not familiar with the place and don't know where the dentist is."

"This is easy to say. I'll ask Xu Liang to invite Captain Zhang over. He is familiar with it."

Meng nodded, and Song Wanyue asked Madam Wu to tell Xu Liang. Xu Liang went to the yamen and quickly invited Captain Zhang. When he heard that they wanted to buy a person, Captain Zhang said, "Don't come to the door, tell me the conditions for buying a person. I'll bring the dentist here."

"Above fourteen years old, smart, and a guy who can do the hall."

Captain Zhang went to find the dentist, and the dentist quickly brought people over. Since she learned that Song Wanyue was going to build a restaurant again, she guessed that she was going to recruit people, and she bought a lot of people back in the past few days.

After coming, the dentist saluted Song Wanyue with a bit of flattery in his words, "Miss Song, these are the best kids in my hands, you can choose them at will."

Song Wanyue signaled Madam Wu to move a chair out, and she helped Meng sit down.

When the dentist saw this situation, he guessed that Meng was the one who was the one who chose the person and wanted to introduce him to her side-by-side.

Meng waved her hand and signaled her to stand aside, saying to the humanity she brought to her, "Starting from the left, you all came forward to introduce yourself, telling you what your name is, how old this year, where is your home, and why was it sold?"

Upon hearing this, the first person on the left stepped forward and introduced himself stumbledly.

The dentist was anxious when he heard this and coughed a few times to remind him.

Meng looked at her.

The tooth woman was shocked and choked by her saliva. She really started to cough, and her face turned red and her neck was thick.

"Madam Wu."

Madam Wu knew it and asked the maid to bring a small tea table out and put it in the shade in the yard. She brought tea and said to the dentist, "Please sit there and have tea."

The dentist had never received such treatment. She was flattered. After thanking her continuously, she sat down, took the tea and took a sip. The fragrance was refreshing and the delicious food she had never drunk before, her eyes narrowed with joy.

After more than a dozen people introduced themselves, the dentist drank a full teapot.

Meng left ten people, each with ten taels.

The dentist gave the deeds of these people, and happily took the remaining people with one hundred taels of silver notes.

Meng asked Madam Wu to take ten people down for resettlement.

"Now we're just a chef."

Whether a restaurant is good or not depends entirely on the chef's skills. If it is good, there will naturally be more customers; if it is bad, the restaurant will close soon.

"No chef."

Meng was surprised.

“We make self-service barbecue and hot pot in our restaurant.”

Meng knew that she didn't understand the self-service barbecue.

Song Wanyue explained to her.

After listening to it, Meng found it incredible that he actually had this way of eating.

"The self-service charge is based on the number of people. As long as you enter the restaurant, you will pay the same amount of money no matter how much you eat.

"This is not possible. If we catch up with what we can eat, we will lose money."

Song Wanyue smiled, "No."

Seeing that she was confident, Meng's little concern was gone.

"Madam, Manager King has arrived."

The maid reported at the gate of the yard.

"Let him in."

A man in his fifties walked in, with a slightly fat body and a dusty body.

"I've met Mrs. Sun."

"You came just right, Yue'er said that the restaurant made self-service barbecue and hotpot."

“Buffet barbecue?”

The Jinguan Administration had never heard of, and his eyes fell on Song Wanyue. For Miss Sun, he had only heard of his name and never met him.

"Miss Sun, I wonder what this self-service barbecue is?"

Song Wanyue told him again.

After listening, Manager King's eyes lit up.

He joined the Meng family at the age of six, followed Mengyang to do business at the age of ten, and came to Beijing as the dowry of the Meng family to help manage the shops. His keenness of business is incomparable to ordinary people. He dares to guarantee that once the self-service barbecue is opened, it will definitely be a big fire.

Immediately, my body was exhausted and I couldn't wait to say, "Miss Sun, can we talk about it in detail?"

“No hurry…”

Seeing that Manager Jin was so busy, he must have arrived overnight after receiving her letter. Meng said, "You go down and wash up first, and come here later in an hour."

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

It's getting cooler, please keep warm.
Chapter completed!