The bustling atmosphere of Huichang Street begins when it is almost noon.

In recent months, Huichang Street has been more lively than before.

There are more and more people from other places. Whether they have settled down or have nowhere to settle down, the population in Xinjing City is several times larger than before, and the shops on Huichang Street are also more prosperous than before.

Only Huiji Shop is as deserted as usual.

Huiji's boss is Ouyang Hui. The reason why the couple opened a sauce shop three years ago was because the aunt who remarried in Wang's family came back.

The old man Wang’s aunt remarried was the old boss of the famous Huangji Sauce Garden.

Unfortunately, when Aunt Wang got married, her old boss was over 70 years old. Aunt Wang failed to give birth to a son and half a daughter. A few years later, the old boss closed his eyes and passed away.

Just after the first seventh day of the old boss's family, his sons sent Aunt Wang back to her parents' home.

The parents and brothers of my parents had long passed away. After learning that Aunt Wang had brought three prescriptions from the Huang family, Wang rushed to serve Aunt Wang to live his life.

Aunt Wang also took out the private money she saved in the Huang family and helped Ouyang Hui and Wang open this sauce shop.

Aunt Wang learned craftsmanship at the Huang family. She was busy with pickling pickles or making sauces. The business soon became prosperous. Ouyang Hui and Wang were so happy.

Perhaps he was too tired. One day, Aunt Wang was lying on the soy sauce jar. When Wang remembered to go to the backyard to see, Aunt Wang had already died.

Although Aunt Wang was dead, Fang Zi stayed.

Ouyang Hui and Wang originally thought that as long as they had this prescription in hand, they could just sit and count money like before.

But I don’t know what happened. I obviously made it according to the recipe, but the sauce and pickles made by Ouyang Hui and Wang were not the same as those made by Aunt Wang.

Of course, it is even more incomparable to those from Huangji Soybean Garden.

After a while, the business of the shop has become worse and worse. Now it can only barely support it, just enough food and clothing.

Ouyang Hui and Wang were not worried. The clan had already handed over Mrs. Ye to their husbands and wife, but Mrs. Ye still had a lot of money waiting for them.

What they have to do now is to take advantage of the price increase in Xinjing and find a sucker to take over the shop.

Not far from Huiji, there is a small slanting street, and two grandparents sell tea eggs and dried tofu at the intersection for many years.

There was a low table with paint falling off in front of the stall. A customer had been sitting here for two consecutive days eating tea eggs and dried tofu.

Uncle Shan’s grandson Abao walked to the table, stretched his head and looked at the egg yolks in the plate, and swallowed.

Yan Xuehuai pushed the egg yolk that was picked out from the tea eggs in front of Abao: "Let's eat it for you."

"Don't you like to eat?" Abao swallowed again, but did not reach out to get it.

Yan Xuehuai was also helpless. No matter who had eaten more than a dozen tea eggs, he would no longer want to eat egg yolks.

"Well, I'm full, I'll give you this."

Abao still didn't reach out to get it. He followed Yan Xuehuai's gaze and looked at Huiji Jiang Shop. The originally hidden door opened, and a man and a woman walked out from it. The man was eleven or twelve years old and the woman was fifteen or sixteen years old. The two looked a bit similar, with a pair of almond eyes, and looked like a pair of siblings.

Ouyang Hui and Wang sent the two out, smiling all over their faces, and their eyes were full of flattery when they looked at the siblings.

"Is this the negotiation done?" Yan Xuehuai murmured to himself.

"I know where they live." The child's tender voice came from my ears.

Yan Xuehuai turned her head and saw Abao looking at the brother and brother. She asked, "Have you seen them?"

Abao nodded and looked at Yan Xuehuai's purse around her waist.

Yan Xuehuai reached out to take out a few small sugar melons made of maltose from his purse, and turned against the tea eggs that had not yet been peeled on the low table.

"Just tell me where they live, the egg yolks are yours, the tea eggs are also yours, and all these sugar melons are given to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Abao pointed to the intersection in front of him again: "They live in Tongfu Inn, which is the inn with a man stall at the door."

Yan Xuehuai put the candy melon in Abao's small hand, put a string of copper coins on the low table, and went shopping.

She walked around the street for a while and saw the brother and brother walking into Tongfu Inn from a distance.

There was indeed a noodle stall at the entrance of the inn, surrounded by a group of children.

Yan Xuehuai squeezed in and became Nezha with only dark circles.

"You Nezha is so ugly." A child said.

Yan Xuehuai raised the Nezha high above his head, for fear that the children would be damaged.

She squeezed out of the crowd and saw the siblings changing out of silk clothes, each wearing a coarse cloth short-form, and her sister's hair was combed into a man's style.

The two walked out of Huichang Street and stopped in front of a shop selling baskets of tofu.

My sister was going to go in, but my brother refused, and the two of them held on, but in the end my sister won.

Yan Xuehuai waited until both the siblings entered, and then followed in slowly.

There are only four tables loose and loose in the shop. Except for one empty table, there are people in the other three.

A young woman with two children sat, and the two children pulled the tofu with a spoon to fill the table;

The two old men sitting on the other picture were sitting opposite each other, with tofu in the middle in the reed basket. The two were speechless and had entered the realm of transformation;

A young man wearing a brown cloth sitting near the door, lowering his head and focusing on eating the tofu in the bowl.

The siblings sat at the only empty table. Yan Xuehuai looked at it and sat at the table closest to the door. The person opposite didn't even raise his head.

Yan Xuehuai also ordered a basket of tofu. The so-called basket of tofu is black and white. Two large pieces of freshly-out-of-potted tofu are placed in a reed-woven basket, served with seven or eight kinds of seasonings, steaming up, and mixing them yourself if you want to eat.

The two children the woman was carrying kept making noise, but fortunately the siblings were quite loud, and Yan Xuehuai could hear them clearly.

"Sister, I heard that people want to establish a document. We don't establish a document. What if the two of them don't admit their accounts?"

"If they dare not admit their convictions, we will smash the shop to see if he is afraid."

"The military advisor said that we won't cause trouble."

"The military advisor is not here, I have the final say here."

"All right......"

After taking a few bites of tofu, my brother suddenly exclaimed and asked, "Sister, why is this tofu black? It's not poisonous, right?"

The sister glared at him: "Don't look like you have never seen the world. This is the capital. Can the tofu in the capital be the same as those in Qingyun Town?"

My younger brother thought about it and it seemed that it made sense. He carefully scooped a bite of black tofu and tasted it. After a while, he was sure that he had not been poisoned to death and then took a second taste.

Suddenly, the younger brother slapped his head and asked, "Sister, do you know how to do business?"

"Of course, it's not difficult to do business. What's the difficulty of paying money and delivering goods at the same time?"

"That's right, then we'll send the remaining seventy taels of silver tomorrow." The younger brother was still a little unbelievable. He and his sister became businessmen in the blink of an eye.

"Don't worry about paying rent. If you haven't seen a bunch of jars and jars in their shop, you have to let them get rid of them, clean up the shop, and then move them in. Humph, then you can put the highlights of the tricks and not even have a spider web. If they make us dissatisfied, they will beat them up to their teeth."

"That's right, eighty taels a year are enough to match Xiaohong with a good pair of saddles. But I have to put it in my hands. If they dare not deal with it, I will beat them to death."
Chapter completed!