The world was peaceful and the people were rich. Even if Li Yuanhao caused turmoil in the northwest, it did not change the prosperity of the Song Dynasty. The increasingly prosperous people became increasingly greedy for comfort and convenience, and even were too lazy to make food.

It is definitely a good choice to get up early and spend ten cents on a bowl of steaming meat noodles. It is full and delicious. After adding the noodles delivery business, Wang Ning'an estimated that he will sell 2,000 bowls of noodles a day.

Compared with later generations, the Song people's side foods were pitifully fewer, so the nutrition of the day was on the staple food. A large bowl of noodles was almost as good as the three bowls of later generations, and at least one pound of noodles. According to this calculation, Haifeng Restaurant consumed more than a dozen stones of flour a day, which was not a small amount!

There are two main sources of flour below the eyes, one is purchased on the market, and the other is transported by Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu originally sold grain in the city. After knowing that the Wang family had opened a restaurant, he took the initiative to find him. His father could not let his neighbor suffer losses. According to the market price, he collected seven or eight stones of flour from Uncle Wu every day, and then bought the same amount of flour from the grain store.

I have to say that if you sell too much, you have to be careful. If flour can reduce the price, even if a stone is cheaper, you can earn hundreds of cents more a day, or even a consistent amount of money.

Wang Liangjing wanted to nod, but he became more sensible, "Second brother, can you tell me where the flour comes from?"

The second uncle Wang Liangxun shook his face and said dissatisfied: "What are you asking so many things? Can you cheat on your brother? I tell you that many people are looking for your brother. I think we are all brothers. It is not easy for you to make money. Please help me. In this afternoon, I will send you 100 stones, 600 meters per stone. After half a month, I will give you another 100 stones."

600 texts?

Wang Liangjing opened his mouth wide in shock. The price is too cheap!

In the early Song Dynasty, like all dynasties, they experienced a process of food-rich prices falling. A dou of rice was only sold for 30 cents at one time. However, in the past few years, the Xixia rebellion, the imperial government's fiscal gap expanded, and the issuance of inadequate iron coins was issued, which caused prices to soar. Now, a stone of flour is worth 700 cents, and Wang Liangxun only needs 600 cents, which is really cheap!

If it is all this price, the restaurant can earn more than 30 or 40 extra taxes in a month, which is equivalent to double the profit. It is such a great thing!

It was just such a big good thing, but Wang Ning'an flatly refused.

"Uncle II, we are doing serious business and earning hard money. I'm really sorry, we have appreciated your kindness."

"Ning'an!" Wang Liangjing was still a little reluctant, but seeing Wang Ning'an's gaze was serious, he had to say: "Second brother, Ning'an is right. We dare not ask for something of unknown origin."

"Pooh!"

Wang Liangxun jumped up in anger, "What is the unknown origin? In your eyes, who did I become? If it weren't for the sake of the family, I wouldn't bother with you. I wouldn't care about you. I wouldn't want to give you some benefits. I'm such a fool! A big fool!"

Wang Liangxun was so angry that he cursed several times. Wang Liangjing made up his mind and didn't let go. In the end, Wang Liangxun was so angry that he had no choice but to shake his sleeves and leave the restaurant.

...

"Ning'an, tell me, what is the second brother's plan? Where did he get the food?"

Wang Ningan sneered slightly, "Where else can he come from? Where can he do things?"

"The magistrate's yamen!" Wang Liangjing was startled, "Can you say... the second brother was greedy for the imperial court's food?"

"It's probably true." Wang Ning'an said: "There will not be pie falling from the sky, so where can we get the cheap food? It's not that we embezzled the grain of the Garbage court, but the second uncle is just here to sell the stolen goods!"

After a lot of time in restaurants, Wang Liangjing also figured it out that the regular grain shops had regular inspections by the court, and they had to come in through legal channels for buying, selling and paying taxes. As for the scattered vendors, they could not buy much grain.

If Wang Liangxun got food from the court and took the restaurant path, it would be the best choice. It was large enough and it was not easy to attract attention. It was well planned!

"How can the second brother be like this?" Wang Liangjing suddenly stood up and said angrily: "The magistrate appreciates him and praises him. How can he be corrupt and abuse the law? If the magistrate knows this, if he doesn't drive him home, his future will be ruined!"

It would be good to be able to rush home. If Bao Heizi knew about it, he would not chop off his second uncle's head! Wang Ning'an thought secretly, but knowing that Wang Ning'an didn't want to be a bad person. Judging from his second uncle's virtue, he would not cry without seeing the coffin, and he would not die until the Yellow River. If he kindly reminded him, he might even suspect that it was Wang Ning'an's two men who reported it!

"Dad, since we have all separated, we will take care of our own. Taking advantage of the good momentum of the business, let's make more money as soon as possible."

Wang Liangjing was silent for a long time, and he also realized that his second brother was proud and self-righteous, so he would definitely not listen to the advice. It would be better to make more money. If there was such a day, he might be able to help him when he had money. If he had no money, he could only watch his second brother be in trouble.

...

In the next half month, the Wang family and his son, including the restaurant, were so busy that they were slapped in the back of the head. Wang Liangjing took the time to go back to Tuta Village, bought some snacks, fruits and vegetables for Mrs. Wang and her mother, and gave them two cents of money to not worry, just eat and drink well.

Then Wang Liangjing told Wang Zhong that he planted all the 100 acres of land under his name and soybeans. A few months later, Xiang Hao and others also practiced the cooking skills and harvested soybeans. Haifeng Restaurant can officially sell stir-fry dishes without having to rely on the name of the restaurant and do the noodle restaurant business.

However, only 100 acres of soybeans were still too few. Wang Liangjing found Uncle Wu. After discussing with him, Uncle Wu came forward personally and found the 20 households in Tuta Village. He signed a contract with Wang Liangjing. Wang Liangjing gave them the lowest protection price. Even if the market price was lower than the protection price, Wang Liangjing would charge them according to the protection price. If the market price was higher than the protection price, he would purchase it according to the market price.

Obviously, this letter of appointment protects the interests of farmers and prevents the low grain from hurting farmers.

Moreover, Wang Liangjing promised that the only requirement for all cash acquisition was to sell it to Haifeng Restaurant first. Of course, the villagers agreed happily and praised Wang Laosi's kindness in unison, and never forget the villagers when they became prosperous.

Then, Wang Liangjing took out another ten-ton coins of money and handed it to Uncle Wu, asking him to buy two hundred piglets and build a pigpen.

Uncle Wu has raised pigs, what can it be difficult? It’s just that the pig can’t run away with wood. What kind of feces, urine, rain, and soil are mixed together, and the pig’s limbs are deeply trapped in the stinking and dark mud. This is also the reason why the literati despised pork, and it is so pickled.

But Wang Liangjing gave him a drawing, which completely subverted Uncle Wu's impression.

First of all, the pigpen must be clean and tidy, and it must be added with a shed, rain and sun protection. The pen is also divided into two parts. The part is for sleeping. It should be raised with wooden boards and covered with clean straw to warm and comfortable.

Outside is a place for activities, defecation and diet. The water must be clean, the food must be fresh, the feces must be cleaned every day, and rinsed with water...

Uncle Wu kept breathing as he listened to the content.

"I said, Fourth Brother, are you raising pigs or raising old masters? Do you need to be so careful to serve?"

"It's worth it!" Wang Liangjing's tone was unquestionable, "The pigs we raise should be different. You should follow the above method. I will come back every ten days. If you dare to neglect it, I will not settle the score with you."

Uncle Wu gritted his teeth, "As long as you can make money, you can treat Mr. Pig as your ancestor!"

...

My father ran away from each other, Xiang Hao found that the business was too busy. The six of them couldn't stand it. They hired four more men, who were responsible for delivering food. In less than half a month, a pair of shoes leaked out. The happiest thing was to pay wages every ten days, with a total of 500 coins of copper coins, and would not fool things with those iron coins. The new man felt that no matter how much he was tired, it was worth it.

Wang Ning'an was also not relaxed. In addition to teaching several cooking skills, he also wrote "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" every day.

It’s also a bit of Han Haoma, who had already agreed that when Wang Ning'an got things done in the restaurant, he would officially talk about the Three Kingdoms. However, Han Haoma has learned several jokes from Wang Ning'an these days, and many old listeners’ appetites have been raised. They shouted that they would tell new stories every day, and they wouldn’t come if they didn’t tell them.

One day, Han Hata was so helpless that he told him the first two chapters of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that Wang Ning'an gave him. Who knew that this lecture was not important, which immediately alarmed countless people. The next day, the number of listeners in the teahouse exceeded twice as many.

Everyone was yelling that they must listen to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". There is actually a reason why it is so popular. The story of the Three Kingdoms has been widely circulated, and many storytellers also told it, but they all intercepted a paragraph, and it was inconsistent, conflicted with each other, and it was not a system.

Han Haoma opened his mouth and started with the battle of the Yellow Turbans. He grabbed everyone's hearts in a sudden. Faced with the generous rewards, Han Haoma had to talk about it. But this made Wang Ning'an suffer and had to work hard to get the manuscript.

"I just stayed up late in my previous life and wrote a few days ago, and I have to rush the manuscript again. Why is my life so hard!"

Wang Ning'an shook his head and sighed, but he did not dare to slack off. Wang Ning'an is now like a little squirrel in autumn, not wanting to miss any opportunity to make money, and desperately storing every grain of food.

After writing five chapters in a hurry, Wang Ning'an hurriedly rushed to Han Haoma's teahouse where he told the story. He had just arrived at the door of the teahouse and happened to be coming from Bun Heizi and Gongsun Ce, one after another, and met one face to face.
Chapter completed!