Xia Qianqian looked at the old man in front of her with cold eyes.

She knew this man. People in the village called him Zhang Dashu.

The villagers in Fu'an Village have simple surnames, with the three main surnames being Xu, Wang and Zhang, and other sporadic surnames belonging to migrant households.

Therefore, anyone with the same surname, if you look up a few generations, has the same grandfather and belongs to the same clan and clan.

This big tree, surnamed Zhang, is Zhang Dakui’s uncle.

He had a weird temper since he was a child and was not good at communicating with others. When he was young, he once married a daughter-in-law.

Unfortunately, my wife died during childbirth.

He was shocked and his temper became even weirder. He has never asked for a wife since then, and he lives alone until he is over seventy years old.

Xia Qianqian looked at him quietly, and his yellow eyes looked at her.

Zhang Dakui's tragic end was partly due to her participation, so it was not surprising to her that this old man jumped out to question her.

Xia Qianqian did not answer. Hua Zhuer stood up unconvinced and stood in front of Xia Qianqian.

She put her hands on her hips, straightened her small body, stared at Zhang Dashu, and replied: "In a few days, my girl's new hot and sour noodle shop will open on the main street of Jiangcheng. As soon as it opens, conservatively estimate,

We need beans for one stone every day. The beans we have right now are not enough to fill our shop’s teeth!”

Open a hot and sour noodle shop?

The onlookers didn't know what hot and sour noodles were, but when they heard that the store was opening, they all looked surprised and their hearts beat wildly.

This girl is so capable!

I heard that she opened a milk tea shop in front of the college.

Hundreds of cups of milk tea are sold every day.

Because milk was not in supply, he bought a piece of land behind his house, built a cowshed, and bought ten cows at once, starting a one-stop system of raising cows and selling milk tea.

The business of this small shop has just begun to take off, and now it is about to open another store.

There is a fundamental difference in scale between a store and a shop.

Xu Jiang swallowed dryly and asked, "Where is the hot and sour noodle shop?"

Hua Zhuer raised her little chin and said proudly: "On the main street, the one next to Juwang Building is about the same size as Juwang Building. Because the place is empty and there are too many things that need to be arranged, the carpenters are working hard."

What?

Open next to Juwang Building on the main street?

The elderly in the village rarely go to Jiangcheng, but they also know where the main street is.

The land there is very valuable, so renting a place and opening a shop there is not something you can afford with just a little bit of money.

And Xu Jiang is even more amazing.

After all, he has been to Juwanglou before.

Next door to Juwang Building, he knew better than anyone else present what kind of location it was.

"What about these beans?" someone asked in a low voice.

Hua Zhuer whispered softly and replied for Xia Qianqian: "Making hot and sour noodles requires a lot of beans. I suggest the girl to buy them in Jiangcheng. After all, there are many kinds of beans in the food shops on the street, and the prices are not expensive.

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As she spoke, she looked sideways at Xia Qianqian and pretended to be angry: "But the girl didn't want to. She was willing to buy it in Fu'an Village at the same price, so we would have to take the carriage fare to transport the beans back to Jiangcheng."
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"The girl often teaches me that we are businessmen and we must put business first. But I, a slave, really don't understand the girl's intentions."

This little girl, she was on the carriage, and she just taught her a few words, and she was able to use the topic to her advantage and evolve into so many things. It is really worthy of praise.

Xia Qianqian glanced at Huazhu'er, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

Encouraged, Hua Zhuer grabbed Xia Qianqian's arm and complained: "Girl, why don't the wealth flow to others? You think of everyone, but others may not think of you."

"We open a store and become fans. If we want to win the favor of guests, we must provide high-quality beans and achieve high quality."

As she spoke, she kicked the bag on the ground with her foot. The bag tilted and half the bag of beans fell out and fell to the floor.

Half of the stir-fried beans mixed with dried beanstalk leaves and pebbles were poured out.

Hua Zhuer stared, "With beans like this, how can we make delicious food to entertain people?"

"Don't do this!"

Xia Qianqian interrupted her and persuaded her: "There are just two bags of beans here."

She glanced at the neighbors with cold eyes and said loudly: "Everyone has said that our beans are picked one by one, and they are screened out one by one."

"When I first purchased the beans, I made it clear to the village chief that not only would I not lower the price, but I would also buy at the market price. The only requirement was to ensure the quality of the beans."

Xia Qianqian's words made Xu Jiang lower his head in shame.

He whispered: "During the acquisition, I was on the spot, unpacking each bag and checking it."

"Yes, there are good beans on the surface, but there are bad beans mixed in."

Xia Qianqian sneered coldly: "Those are some people who have betrayed your trust, Mr. Village Chief."

She paused and said loudly: "Uncle Wang, please spread the bamboo mat at the gate. Guard Geng, please help move the beans out of the house."

"Okay!"

"Yes!"

The two of them responded and started doing things.

The people around her realized what she wanted to do, and their faces suddenly turned ugly.

She doesn't trust people, so she has to take out the bags one by one and inspect them one by one.

You say it's irritating or not, but after living so long, you are actually cornered by a little girl in a movie, making you doubtful, questioning, and now you have to confront her.

Everyone held a resentment in their hearts, and their gratitude towards Xia Qianqian turned into resentment.

Xia Qianqian naturally understands that such behavior will offend others, but she is not afraid.

She gave them a way out, but some of them wanted to block her way out.

If this happens once, there will be a second time, and it will never be tolerated.

After thinking for a while, she said: "I originally planned that since the beans this time were of good quality, I would buy all the beans from Fu'an Village next season and the next season, so that everyone would not have to worry about how to sell them, but now..."<

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She shook her head regretfully, "It's not like we grow beans on the land in Fu'an Village. The villagers in Xinghua Village next door also grow various beans in large areas every year. The village next door..."

"In so many villages, the annual production of beans is astonishing. They can't sell them or eat them all. When a new crop of beans comes down, the new beans become the old beans, and no one wants them. Many people use them to feed their livestock. There are no livestock.

People are watching it grow moldy and infested with insects."

As soon as she said these words, the faces of the people surrounding her all looked bad.

Xia Qianqian smiled and slowly said: "Since there are so many beans, why should I only have beans on the land of people in Fu'an Village?"

“Wherever the beans are of good quality, I will buy them there.”

"For the quality of the vermicelli in the hot and sour noodle shop, I can buy good beans at a high price."

"As for these beans, they are of poor quality. I can use them as feed for cows. Even if they end up spoiled and thrown away, I can afford to pay for them. But..."
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