Chapter 51 The ten-mile flat lake is covered with frost
At this moment, Shen Lie felt a little entangled in his heart, but he still whispered to the Jin Yiwei: "Thank you."
Jin Yiwei hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted, and said in a low voice: "That's not necessary, but... Shopkeeper Shen, be careful, the person coming here is not good."
Shen Lie usually treated him well. This Jinyiwei had a lot of free time in the cheap shop, and he became familiar with Shen Lie, and they were like brothers on weekdays.
Shen Lie nodded and said softly: "Let's go."
So the two of them left quickly.
Returning to his small shop, Shen Lie paced outside the shop, thinking. He felt that this was not going to work. There would be more and more restaurants following the trend of selling braised pork and hotpot.
It won't take long...
Shen Lie shuddered, fearing that within a few months, he, the original creator, would be killed by plagiarists.
In order to avoid being squeezed out by these big restaurants with their abundant capital, Shen Lie felt that he had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible.
After much thought, Shen Lie decided to call everyone together for a meeting.
Afternoon, cheap shop.
After summoning everyone to the front hall, Shen Lie cleared his throat and said softly: "Now that everyone is chasing you, our small store must find a way to expand."
If the store is too small and the profit is too thin, it will soon be squeezed out by big merchants.
Shen Lie muttered: "When the time comes, I'm afraid..."
But there was no sound around, it was very quiet.
Shen Lie raised his head and looked around, only to see Yun'er lowering her head, playing with her green-white fingers, her pretty face slightly red, as if she was still thinking about what happened last night.
The waiter was very involved and looked at him with wide eyes, but he didn't seem to understand.
Aunt Li is taking a nap.
This scene left Shen Lie speechless for a moment.
"this?"
So Shen Lie looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled under his command, sighed quietly, and waved his hand: "Let's go."
It seems that I can't count on it, so I'd better find a way on my own.
Seeing everyone disperse in a hurry, Shen Lie had no choice but to think about it with his fingers. The top priority was to expand the store, increase sales first, and seize the market near Chaoyangmen.
Expansion became a top priority.
Shen Lie's plan is to buy the winery next door. The winery is large enough, with hundreds of square meters of space, and the business has never been very good.
But based on the rent in this area, the shop under the inventory will cost about two hundred taels, plus decoration and renovation, hiring manpower...
A rough calculation shows that there are not three hundred taels that cannot be missed.
Shen Lie frowned. Where would he find three hundred taels of silver? This time, even selling his ancestral home would not help.
What to do if you don’t have money? You can only borrow money. Unfortunately, there is no angel round financing in this era, so the possibility of getting sponsorship is basically zero.
So Shen Lie grimaced, rubbed his chin and thought about the rich friends he met in this era...
It's just her.
So borrowing money from Zhang Jingxiu became the only way out, so Shen Lie had to think about it with a grimace, how to borrow money from her?
Shen Lie's brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan", and after pondering for a while, he had no choice but to say to Yun'er at the counter: "Yun'er, bring me some pen and ink."
Yun'er responded doubtfully: "Oh."
After a while.
The shop was very quiet, with the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window lattice.
Yun'er, the waiter in the shop watched eagerly as Shen Lie sat in front of the long table, biting the brush in his hand and gnashing his teeth on a piece of rice paper.
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
The waiter said softly: "Is the shopkeeper possessed by evil spirits?"
Yun'er said angrily: "You are the only one who talks too much!"
She looked at Shen Lie eagerly, her big delicate eyes were clear in black and white, and she never doubted the young master. Anyway, whatever the young master did was right.
Shen Lie pondered for a long time and finally thought of a way. It would be too abrupt to ask Miss Zhang to borrow money directly, and it would not save his face, so he planned to copy another poem.
Then he took the poem to Miss Zhang to exchange for money.
Just do it!
As Shen Lie slapped his hand on the table, making a soft sound, he picked up the brush and started writing on the rice paper.
After a while, a poem was written.
The poem says: "The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals."
After the poem was written, Shen Lie placed the brush on the inkstone, dried the ink on it, and then began to close his eyes and rest, feeling secretly happy in his heart.
There are not enough Chinese textbooks, so I have to make up lines from movies. Thanks to me watching classic old movies, I can remember such classic and beautiful poems.
At this time, the store was already silent. Yun'er stared blankly at the love poem with her eyes wide open. She covered her mouth in surprise and let out a soft cry: "Yeah!"
The little maid's eyes once again shone with hazy mist, and she looked at the young master with her big black and white eyes. Her eyes were full of little stars, and there was an unbreakable passion.
The little maid murmured to herself: "This poem... is so beautiful."
For a moment, Yun'er's heart was filled with ups and downs, and she was fascinated by this poem. She couldn't help but feel sweet and greasy in her heart, but she felt sad at the same time.
Is this written to Miss Zhang?
But Yun'er looked at Shen Lie, curled her lips and said, "Master, isn't this too abrupt?"
This is obviously a beautiful love poem that will bring people back thousands of times. You actually wrote a love poem to Miss Zhang. Aren't you afraid that her father will kill you if he finds out?
Shen Lie also hesitated and became entangled, but now his mind was filled with this poem and he couldn't think of anything else for a while.
"Xiao Er!"
In the end, Shen Lie gritted his teeth and called the waiter over, saying, "Go buy two boxes of osmanthus cakes right away."
The waiter nodded and said quickly: "Hey, I understand."
Seeing the waiter leave quickly, Shen Lie gritted his teeth again and said silently in his heart: "I will fight for three hundred taels!"
Not long after, the waiter brought back the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Shen Lie took off his apron, went home and put on the new clothes he bought for three taels of silver. He entered the Chaoyang Gate and walked quickly towards the direction of the Grand Master's Mansion.
Afternoon.
Shen Lie stood on the street opposite the Taishi Mansion, looking at the closed vermilion door. The door had a tall lintel and looked majestic. There were several guards guarding the door.
At the side door, people come in and out from time to time.
There are two large stone lions on each side of the gate, and a couplet is also engraved on it.
"The Prime Minister and the Grand Master once served three dynasties, and the second place in the number one scholar list is difficult to reach the second place."
Horizontal batch.
"Yuan Fu is a good minister."
Shen Lie couldn't help but take a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and savored the famous minister described in this couplet.
The chief minister of the Ming Dynasty began to read when he was five years old, and he read the Six Classics at the age of seven. He was a scholar at the age of twelve, a scholar at the age of sixteen, and a Jinshi at the age of twenty-three. He rose through the ranks until he reached the position of supreme minister and wielded power in both the government and the public.
This cheating and unnatural life trajectory made Shen Lie feel a sense of respect and admiration in his heart. Compared with this prime minister...
Shen Lie wiped his sweat.
Stop comparing.
Hurt self-esteem.
Looking at the tall lintel, Shen Lie gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to walk towards the closed vermilion door, as he approached Zhang Mansion.
In an instant, not only the guards, but also several cold eyes looked over from several blind corners, which shocked Shen Lie and caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
The security is really tight enough.
At this time, the guard in front of the door looked at him, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "Stop, whoever is coming!"
