Ling Yutong raised his hand and pointed at the grain storage behind him, curled his lips and smiled sweetly.
"These things can all be sold for the value they deserve, or even higher."
The clear-grained rice grains sit quietly in the rice vat, quietly exuding the most authentic aroma of food.
There were a few coins in the drawer of the shop. Mrs. Zhao probably didn't like it, so she didn't take it away. Ling Yutong walked around the shop several times and whispered to Songyue, who had come running after receiving the news: "Take it."
With the remaining money, go to Zhongxin Street to find a storyteller."
"Don't feel bad, it doesn't matter even if all the money is used up."
"I need to find someone who is good at teaching."
Songyue nodded seriously and weighed the money bag in her hand. This was still the money given by Concubine Xian at that time. Although only the last bit was left, it was still a large amount.
If you want to hire the best lecturer, you will not have any money left.
However, when she met Ling Yutong's eyes, the worries in her heart were quietly wiped away.
Just trust the girl.
Sure enough, as expected by Song Yue, there was not a penny left in the wallet, and the results obtained at a high price were well worth it.
Within a day, the impassioned storyteller was heard in all the major restaurants and the most popular places.
Between common people, the fastest way to transmit information is at the table of wine and meat.
The storyteller's voice was listened to by those who were interested. He was so upset that he talked even more. As he spoke, the taste changed, and the atmosphere became visibly solemn and tense.
At the wine table, the nobles who were teasing wantonly had a hint of stiffness in their smiles.
They all know a truth. If it is a peaceful and prosperous time, it will be okay to squander their family's tens of millions of wealth for hundreds of years. But if it is a war-torn world, no matter how much money they have, it is just a piece of paper.
The news spread so fiercely that the nobles could not sit still and went home one after another to tell their elders about the news.
But when the elders found out, they became strangely silent.
Those who have information channels will naturally know that the news is not groundless. Those who do not have information channels, as long as they inquire about the attitudes of people of the same class, smart people can also understand something.
Ling Yutong touched her chin and raised her lips: "I didn't expect that this storyteller is quite capable."
The information was delivered accurately.
She looked at them and saw that the nobles were the ones who were panicking, while the common people were living their lives as usual.
"In that case, it's time for us to start work."
"The door of this shop needs to be more ornate."
She clapped her hands, turned her eyes to Qi Yan, and chuckled: "Fourth brother, can you help me?"
Maybe she was in a good mood, and her tone was particularly girlish and charming.
Qi Yan responded naturally, and he didn't even notice that he would subconsciously relax when he was around Ling Yutong.
The door of the fresh and gorgeous shop has been renovated, and the workers holding small bags of rice and grain are ready to go.
"Go ahead."
In Kyoto, when the sun just passed, small rice workers holding exquisite little packages were wandering around. They were neither humble nor overbearing, full of enthusiasm, and they were concentrated near the places where aristocratic princes frequented, going around and around.
A young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Look what that man is holding in his arms. If it's rice and noodles, ask for the price."
If it's too cheap, it won't get into their mouths.
Coincidentally, the little worker had a sharp tongue and blew the rice noodles in his arms to heaven and earth. In addition, the packaging was really exquisite, which really made the noble prince's eyes brighten.
"Where is the store! I want to go there!"
The same questions were asked in every street. At this time, the noble and prodigal sons had the same idea: I found a treasure!
There is a shop like this where the rice and noodles are fine, the price is worthy of their status, and the inventory meets their needs.
The war in northern Xinjiang may come to Kyoto at any time. A great opportunity to stock up on food is before us. If they don't buy it, who will!
Ling Yutong was counting the money in the back, watching with a smile on his face as the new shopkeeper sent away the young masters one by one.
Yes, she asked Songyue to hire the storyteller to be the shopkeeper of their shop with a high amount of money.
"Shopkeeper Liu, this is the monthly silver for this month. I'll pay you in advance."
Shopkeeper Liu was shocked, looking at the thick stack of banknotes, he couldn't help but smile, but still declined: "Miss Ling, I didn't do anything, how can I get a full month's salary on the first day of work?"
Moon silver."
Ling Yutong chuckled and put the banknote in his hand.
"Take it."
"This is my rule here. If I need your ability, I won't be stingy with money. Giving you the money in advance is also a sign of my trust in you. What I have to do next is my job."
The smile on Shopkeeper Liu's face became more genuine. He put away the banknotes properly and said seriously: "Since we are in this business, there is no reason to disappoint Miss Ling."
Ling Yutong smiled, rubbed Ting Yue's little head beside him, and dropped the big news while talking and laughing.
"The shop has almost cleared out all the precious rice and noodles. Next, I want you to reveal a piece of news to everyone in Kyoto."
"In Xingyue Pavilion, there is a mysterious doctor who is teaching his disciples. During the period of teaching his disciples, all consultations are free of charge."
"However, the miracle doctor and his apprentice only treat difficult and complicated diseases, which have been stubborn for many years."
"If he doesn't like it, my shop will compensate him."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gasp came from his side.
Shopkeeper Liu's eyes widened and he was horrified. Even if he was good at exaggerating and exaggerating the atmosphere as a storyteller, he would not dare to be so crazy!
"This, this, this..."
He looked around and asked tremblingly: "Then, where is the miracle doctor? Who is the apprentice?"
Qi Yan glanced sideways, a hint of smile flashing across his eyes.
Ling Yutong patted Ting Yue on the shoulder and smiled: "Here he is."
Shopkeeper Liu was stunned.
To be honest, when Songyue came to see him, if he hadn't given him a lot of money, he wouldn't have been willing to take charge of the shop.
At that time, I seemed to have heard that the owner of the shop was a young girl with some medical skills.
But he really didn't expect...
Ling Yutong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Anyway, you do as I tell you and spread your reputation first. Understand?"
"Understand……"
Shopkeeper Liu was so shocked that he could not recover. He wiped the table mechanically and thought to himself, if this news spreads, in a few days, no one will step on the threshold of their Xingyue Pavilion!?
No, maybe not in a few days, tomorrow...
There are more patients than we can handle.
At this time, in the palace.
Doctor Fang's eyelids twitched, and his hand that was grinding the powder suddenly stopped.
He suddenly had an unknown premonition.
He frowned.
Chen Qiushui hasn't been here recently? Hasn't his old lady already used the recipe provided by that girl Ling Yutong?
Doctor Fang was immersed in his thoughts when he was lightly tapped on the shoulder. He was startled.
"Physician Fang, the pear garden is empty."
What!?
The theater is empty!
Ting Yue has always lived there. He is still so young. Where can he go without the pear garden?