In the lobby, shopkeeper Song stood behind the counter, pressing the account book with one hand and clicking the beads on the abacus with the other.
At the table next to the counter, the teenagers were drinking tea and looking forward to it.
Xu Dajun, on the other hand, was not thinking about this. When he was distracted, he heard Fang Congyun, who had come to him at some time, saying: "I heard that the patron king never puts on airs in the military camp. He eats and sleeps with the soldiers, and they are brothers and sisters."
Xu Dajun looked confused, what does it mean?
But Fang Congyun is not a talkative person, and he must have his intention when he said this. Xu Dajun asked with eyes and waited quietly for the next sentence.
Fang Congyun continued: "More than ten years ago, the Tatars from the north harassed our border with Dayan and burned, killed and looted the people living on the border with Dayan. The patron king was ordered to lead his troops to retreat from the enemy.
In the winter of that year, the north wind was raging, not a single snowflake fell, but it was extremely cold. In that battle, although Dayan won in the end, many people died in the army led by the mountain king, and almost half of them were
He froze to death while marching."
Hearing this, Xu Dajun had some realization.
Sure enough, Fang Congyun's next words confirmed what he thought was right.
"Eating this chili pepper can make people sweat all over, even in this cold weather. So I thought this must be the purpose of the patron king asking you to go tomorrow."
Xu Dajun suddenly froze, and the ups and downs of thoughts in his mind were a bit confusing, and he had thousands of thoughts.
Seeing Fang Congyun's eyes were deep, he couldn't help but put aside all his thoughts for the time being, and pretended to be brisk: "It's okay! Senior brother, don't worry about me."
Fang Congyun said in a calm tone, "Don't take yourself too seriously. I'm just afraid that this popular hot pot restaurant will close down because it has just opened because there is no hot pot ingredients."
Xu Dajun chuckled, "Senior brother, if you really care about this, well, you should be there, not next to me."
He pointed to the counter, where Ma Yulin and the others could not sit still while waiting, so they simply gathered around the counter, stretching their necks to read the account books.
Fang Congyun looked at him, said nothing, and walked over there.
Xu Dajun smiled slightly and followed suit.
After being called out for a long time, shopkeeper Song finally finished dialing the last bead in the abacus and stopped with Ma Yulin's impatient urging.
"How's it going? How much did you make today?"
Shopkeeper Song looked at the abacus and said, "Going back to my bosses, I have made a total of eighty-eight taels and fifty cents today."
Hearing this number, the teenagers almost jumped up. Ma Yulin was the most excited, "Is it really that much? Are you sure this is after cost?"
Peng Ruiyuan scolded him, "I said it was a profit, so it must be a net profit after all costs have been deducted!"
Shopkeeper Song responded with a smile: "It's true that there is such a surplus."
Today, all the tables in the store are occupied, and one table has been rotated at least three times at noon and evening.
A table of pot bottoms costs 180 fen, while a red pot costs 200 fen. The dipping sauce is calculated per person, and each person charges 20 fen. Then order the dishes, such as beef fennel, which costs 50 fen a portion, and beef, which costs 40 fen.
Five cents a piece, mutton is forty cents a piece, etc.
Some tables only order these three items two or three times.
Therefore, even the table with the least consumption today still has about one tael of silver.
The cost is calculated as 50%, and the remaining surplus is indeed so much.
Ma Yulin's face was flushed with excitement, and he was talking loudly about how much he could get for each share, and then he shouted that he would share the money.
"No." Fang Congyun and the other two extinguished his enthusiasm.
He fought hard and said: "Shall we share today's profits? We are short of money!"
"Nothing can happen without rules. We agreed earlier that we will divide the money on a monthly basis, and we cannot change the agreement." Fang Congyun said.
Suddenly, Ma Yulin felt like a rooster that had been soaked in the rain.
Dong Shuangqi joked, "What's the fun in sharing these few taels of silver? Let's share it every month and get dozens of taels at once. How cool would that be?!"
Ma Yulin heard this and thought about it, and instantly became energetic again.
As the two major owners, Fang Congyun and Xu Dajun looked at the accounts and expressed that they were very happy to have this business on the first day of opening.
It's getting late, everyone has to go to school tomorrow, and the hotpot restaurant will be busy tomorrow. There are a lot of customers who didn't get on the train today. Before leaving, they all took their number plates and lined up for tomorrow's place.
Everyone was busy and they all dispersed now.
Xu Dajun asked Fang Congyun to help him apply for leave tomorrow, and immediately went back to Xu Ji's shop instead of going back to Fang's house.
When I returned to the shop, accounts were being settled in the shop.
Xu Yinyin wrote with one hand and copied old man Xu's small ledger with the other.
Xu Chunshan took the money he got from the hot pot restaurant today and reported the accounts to Old Man Xu.
When the hot pot restaurant received the first batch of goods, Xu Chunshan sent two hundred yuan of hot pot ingredients, fifty cents a piece, which was ten taels of silver.
A piece of hot pot ingredients is about the size of a palm, which is just one pot of red soup. If it is a mandarin duck pot, it can be used twice.
When he left in the afternoon, shopkeeper Song said that the hot pot ingredients were almost gone today and he would have to deliver more tomorrow.
The business of the sanitary ware shop is also good these days, and there are many orders. The daily turnover is actually much higher than the day it opened.
Old Man Xu's money box was almost full. After Xu Yinyin settled today's accounts and counted the money, he said: "I can't sleep well at night holding this money box. If I put it in a bank, I have to put it in the bank." It’s not cost-effective to hand over money to the bank. Look, how can you keep this money properly?”
Xu Chunshan and others listened. These days, they spent a lot of money to buy raw materials, but they bought more and sold more. The money box looked the same every day, and now it is almost popping up.
Xu Dajun said: "Grandpa, this money takes up a lot of space, and it only costs a piece of paper to convert into a banknote, so it's easy to put it away."
This looks like a lot of money, and there are so many copper plates. This box only adds up to about a hundred taels of silver. The shop has been open for a month, and it is about the same as a hot pot restaurant makes in a day.
Old Man Xu shook his head, "Take it to the bank to exchange for banknotes, and there will be a handling fee. Can't we use the money to buy meat?"
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"Then buy a property. This is the most practical and can maintain its value. If there is a shortage of money, just sell the property." Xu Dajun said again.
"What kind of property should we buy? How about we buy land!" Old Man Xu became excited.
"This is not easy to buy. If we are not desperate, who will sell the land in their hands?" Xu Dajun thought for a while and said: "According to me, grandpa, let's buy this shop first and get it in our hands. Don't worry."
Their shop is doing well, so there will inevitably be a lot of jealousy around them. If the owner of this shop gets into trouble and wants to take back the shop and stop renting it, or if someone buys the shop on purpose, it will be troublesome for them.
After all, people in Yiyang Prefecture now know the name of Xuji Sanitary Ware Shop in Yangliu Lane, even those who have never bought it before.
Old man Xu also felt that it made sense, and immediately nodded and said: "Okay, I will go with your aunt and uncle tomorrow to meet the owner of this shop."