Hell is in the world, and life is practice. The older you live, the more you can experience the coldness and sorrow of the world. The rice is the same as feeding a hundred people. Some people regard an old family as a treasure, while others hate old age and do not die for a thief. The stories of filial sons and grandchildren can be erected as monuments, and the scandals of evil daughters-in-law and evil sons will be remembered.

Zhaodi never hated his father. His mother died early. His father pulled his brothers to work and to urinate. He thought that he would have been able to have a happy life after asking his wife for his two children, but he could have enjoyed his old age, but he knew that the hardest days had just begun.

The weak Boss Zheng made a decision between his father and wife who was about to be buried, and chose the latter without hesitation. In his opinion, it is natural for you to raise me. When you get old, you will be a burden, and your wife will have to work together for the rest of her life. This is why this family is never popular in the village.

The method of making jelly is simple and easy to learn, and those who are interested can learn it once. The ingredients are simple and cheap. There are lying lying all over the mountains and fields, and no one picks them. The main reason is that people don’t know how to make them. Licorice, honeysuckle, can buy several kilograms in a few cents at a medicinal shop.

If you want to say the most expensive one, it might be just that gauze. Zhaodi obtained Liang Chuan's consent and set up a stall in front of the Wanda store at the intersection of the market. His father cleared the utility room behind Wanda, and then lived in it. He had all the kitchen and stoves, and he could make jelly inside. The most important thing to pay for food for others is to be clean. Zhaodi bought a bowl, but Dad Zheng's bowl was shiny, because he was afraid that others would think that the old man was not clean.

Ye Xiaochai used to say that it would be better for someone to watch after the store is closed. If it catches fire, it will be full of bamboo weaving inside, and a handful of fire can be raised to the sky. Now, you can go home with peace of mind after closing the door. With Dad Zheng guarding him, Xinghua is so brave that he dares to make arson.

Mr. Zheng has never eaten this jelly. After the preparation, the father and son tasted it first. The cool and moist jelly surged into the heart. In a hot hot day, after a bowl of it, it would make people feel energetic and drought thirst were all eliminated!

"How much is the right amount to sell this bowl?" Mr. Zheng pretended to be confused all his life, but he was not stupid. He could tell who was right and who was right. He knew in his heart what his son was like. Now he had work, money, and good food and drink, which was more than a hundred times better than being in his bad family. Did he fight it by himself? No, it was the Saburo in the village who praised him, so that he could turn the tables.

There is still something to ask Saburo about this.

Liang Chuan didn't say much to Mr. Zheng, but there was one thing he had always kept in mind. When he bought land himself, he bought more land from their family, and this land was a place he had prepared for a feng shui house a hundred years later. His fat daughter-in-law didn't plan to be filial when she was alive. Can she keep it for him to have a grand funeral after her death?

After all, he took advantage of others. Liang Chuan's attitude towards this matter is very happy that Mr. Zheng learns jelly and makes it by himself, making some money to pay for himself.

"People in the past eat more of this thing, and the price should not be too high. We can increase the volume and affordable prices. Past customers are more likely to accept it. Now they start at the beginning, and they cannot start too high. This way, I think we can just sell a bowl of eight cereals now!" Liang Chuan analyzed the current market positioning of this jelly and gave my father a direction.

"How much?" Old Master Zheng's shriveled lips trembled, "Can this bowl of powder be sold for eight cents?" He was shocked so much that he couldn't add up. When was the money so easy to make? Any food made from a recipe can be so valuable? How much does this powder cost? A few pieces of licorice and honeysuckle can make a bucket of cold sweet soup. The lychee is all grown in the wilderness on the mountain. Don't you have a penny, but a bowl of powder is worth a penny? Is it definitely not necessary to sell eight cents? Will you be too greedy?

"Eight essays are very cheap. Ten cents are too expensive, and five cents are too cheap. Just do it like that."

What Liang Chuan said is a good word. People have great knowledge and can do whatever they say.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, Mr. Zheng set up a stall with a nervous mood. He was honest and honest and thought that selling a bowl of jelly for 8 cents is a huge sin. He felt sad. How many bowls can a large bucket of crystal-like jade jelly be filled? A large bowl full of all, at least twenty bowls can be included. How much does that cost? He couldn't understand it, and he had never used the abacus. He counted it with his fingers and counted it, how many eight cents would be!

The stall outside the stall was equipped with a bamboo pole and bamboo strips, and set up a pergola for my father, hung a block, and wrote three regular characters, Jiaduobao. The travelers who were waving in the wind, could see this stall at first sight. They didn’t understand the meaning of Jiaduobao, which was more eye-catching!

If you can sell three bowls a day, the old man can laugh and cry in his dreams!

People who do business are all in groups. In the past, there were at least four or five people. One person stopped to watch the fresh food sold by the old man. It was transparent and crystal clear, and it looked very pleasing. It was even more nourishing and nourishing when it was eaten! In the caravan, one person was very excited after eating, and then he called his peers to taste it. There would definitely be three or four other people with the first bowl! Looking at the Song Dynasty, there was only one serving, the red sun was scorching, and it would be a pleasure to buy it for a small amount of money. The mosquito coils in the lower pavilion cost 40 cents a plate! Moreover, this powder is refreshing and delicious!

Mr. Zheng made a bucket, and it was sold out soon after afternoon. He was afraid that the guests would be unhappy, so he ordered a bowl of noodles when he met everyone. There was not much sweet soup, but the jelly was full. The customer shouted, "Old man add more soup to relieve the heat!" The sunset was setting, Mr. Zheng held the 160 cents and counted it over and over again. His dry and old eyes were slightly moist. Sanlang said one thing, "You are going to live a life!" No wonder the people in the village respected and loved him. He moved a house and treated it as a happy event for his own family. The heart of the bodhisattva and the magic method!

Zhao Di saw his father selling the jelly that he had never eaten before, and earned more than 100 cents a day after he had eaten it. He was also happy for his father. The old man did not seek wealth, but only wanted stability, and his life would be settled!

As for him, he has too many fish and trichosanthes. He only needs to buy some bait every day or dig some earthworms in the field. As a material to attract fish, he put it in fish and trichosanthes. There are fifteen fish and trichosanthes a day. He is so busy that he has not caught the fresh fish of one and trichosanthes. He is all his own. There are too many fish and he can't finish it? He has to ask, Liang Chuan asked Zhao to sell fish!

One of the father and son sells jelly, the other sells fresh fish. The father and son are at the intersection of the street, and the son is in the street. Fresh fish is rare. After all, there are few fishermen in this village. When the villagers ask the fishmonger how much money it is, it is not expensive, but it is only one-third of the price of meat. It is impossible to afford pork. It is not wrong to buy two fat fish, which can be used to make soup and eat meat! After a day, there are still a few at home for the family to eat, and it is even sold for 300 cents! Tsk tsk... After selling for a few days, what kind of wife can't get herself...

Zhaodi and his father are very satisfied with the money, and their lives are comfortable. Who would have thought of suffering from the dirty house in Fengshan that is full of strange smell?

On the edge of Fengshan, the water wheels in the South Stream squeaked and slowly rotated, and the men worked from sunrise to sunset. The three villages next door were like Liang Chuan thought, with ulterior motives. The water wheels were still unable to be built. The villagers had to face the scorching sun and fetch water in the stream. The women's eyes were not broken yet. Now they are basically working for Liang Chuan and making bamboo weaving. He Lu has become a bamboo utensil manufacturing base. Every day, the children at home waited at the entrance of the school before the husband beat the gong. The sound of the gong was telling the villagers that the school was open normally today, and if the gong didn't sound, the villagers' hearts would be uneasy.

Bao Zheng was selling mosquito coils, Zhao brother was selling fish, Zhao Xiaopin went out to make stoves, He Sanun went up the mountain to see tea. Li Erhua taught the villagers new styles, Liang Chuan advised Yang Xiu to pickle more kimchi, and Ye Xiaochai watched the shop every day and flowed slowly. The beehives on the mountain were growing, and Liang Chuan was running faster and faster in the forest. Li Chuyi took the black nose to play in the mountains, and all the scenes were like a peaceful age, with a place to raise, few books to read, and a healthy life, and a year of competition.

Plant the sycamore tree and attract the phoenix.

In the quiet Fengshan, the passenger and brigade teams came quietly and walked quietly, and rarely made a big noise. One day after the Dragon Boat Festival, a maroon-red fast horse suddenly popped out at the intersection of Fengshan Market, and the horse was not the wind. The horse was holding back the reins in his hand, and the horse raised its front hooves and stepped around in the void. With a long neigh, the lightning suddenly stopped.

Good horse! This horse is full and beautiful, with a thin head and a high neck, long limbs, thin skin and thin hair, and slender body shape. It is then lined with a curved neck to outline its perfect body curve. It is obviously not a southern breed. Southern horses are mostly used for carrying, but they are not big, short and concise, and compact in structure. They are most suitable for carrying on rugged mountain roads. The difference is obvious and can be found by blind people.

Are the playboys from the north who come to fight Qiufeng?

"Old man, what kind of things do you sell? Can you quench your thirst?" The young man on the horse pulled his trouser jacket that was pressed against his chest, trying to release a little bit of the dryness on his body. He looked at the tea bowls that Mr. Zheng had been selling, and asked with a whip.

Dad Zheng only deals with crops and mud legs all his life. He can't afford to offend such a fairy figure in fresh clothes and horses. He was frightened and his hands were trembling and he couldn't even speak. He was afraid that such a playboy would be displeased and would make his own livelihood!

"What are you asking about? I'm mute?" The young man turned over and got off his horse, walked to the herbal tea stall with big strides, and didn't make a noise. He picked up a bowl of jelly and sent it into his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, he felt a little cool! It turned out that he was still considering his demeanor and sipped in his mouth. After drinking it, he raised his head and gave it to him and drank it all in one go!

"It's so good! It's so fucking satisfying! I thought I would die of thirst in this nest if I couldn't find water, but I didn't expect there would be such delicious snacks here! Old man, let's have another bowl!" The young man wiped the corner of his mouth, shook the cold soup on his mouth off, and laughed.

This scene meets the honest Dad Zheng. If he meets Liang Chuan, he will not fight him out, so why are you playing tricks in front of me?

Mr. Zheng hurriedly scooped out another bowl of flour. The soup was too thin, because all the customers said that it would not be better to eat flour. The soup would relieve the heat! He handed it to the young man, holding the thick porcelain sea bowl in his hands, and then raised his head and gave it to him. Others had to spend half a day, and he had all eaten all three bites!

"What a fan!" The young man was enjoying his meal, with a rebellious look on his face. "Old man, prepare more for me. I will repay the adults for this snack and let him try it too!"
Chapter completed!