Pan Jinlian looked at Wu Zhi, who was busy in front of the stove, with brilliant eyes.
Normally, Pan Jinlian would go about her own business after helping Wu Zhi make pancakes for the day.
But ever since she discovered Wu Zhi's astonishing changes, she began to feel that she could not understand the husband in front of her more and more.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have even doubted whether the person in front of her was the person she was familiar with.
While she was dazed, Wu Zhi brought the freshly baked green onion tendon cakes and hand cakes in front of Pan Jinlian.
"My beautiful and lovely wife, this is a special cake made for you by my husband."
"Come and taste how it tastes."
Pan Jinlian was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
Wu Zhi had never spoken to her like this before.
While I was surprised, I also had some small surprises.
Under the entrance of Pan Jinlian, the fragrance overflows.
The slightly burnt dough is paired with the unique spicy aroma of chopped green onions.
Once you get in, you won't be able to stop.
"Well, it's delicious. It's really delicious. How did you make it, Dalang?"
"Why have I never seen you make this kind of cake?"
When Wu Zhi saw that Pan Jinlian was full of praise for his scallion tendon cake, he immediately felt relieved.
Because he didn't know what the tastes of people in this era would be, and whether they would accept his two brand-new noodles.
But after Pan Jinlian's confirmation, he was completely relieved.
"Husband, can I have some more?"
Pan Jinlian looked at the green onion tendon cakes and hand cakes neatly arranged on the pole, and asked a little embarrassedly.
"Of course, raising you to be fat and white is also one of my many ideals."
The couple looked at each other and smiled.
Today's wind and snow are much lighter than in the past.
When Wu Zhi went out to sell cakes on a pole, he attracted everyone's attention almost instantly.
After all, Wu Zhi's image today has changed a lot compared to the past.
The cost of the green onion tendon pancake is about 10 cents.
And he set the price of green onion tendon pancakes at 30 yuan each.
The cost price of hand cakes is about 15 yuan.
And he set the final selling price of the hand cakes at 50 Wen.
Just after dusk, all 100 green onion tendon pancakes and 100 hand pancakes in his pole were sold out.
The profit of one scallion tendon cake is 20 Wen, and the net profit of 100 is 2,000 Wen.
The net profit from one hand cake is 35 Wen, and the net profit from 100 hand cakes is 3,500 Wen.
According to the conversion price of this period, 1 tael of silver is equal to 1 string of money, and 1 string of money is equal to 1,000 wen.
Then his net profit today is just over 5 taels of silver.
At this time, Wu Zhi slapped his heavy money bag with joy.
Just as he was about to go home, he saw Brother Yun hurriedly finding him.
The expression on his face was also extremely excited.
"Da Lang Da Lang, come with me quickly, there's something happening over there!"
After saying that, without waiting for Wu Zhi's consent, he pulled him and ran all the way to the west of the city.
At this time, Wu Zhi was still wondering. As a little brother, he usually had nothing serious to do except selling crisp pears.
What else could he be anxious about?
On the way, Brother Yun was also surprised by Wu Zhi's dramatic change in appearance, and Wu Zhi told Brother Yun what he said to Pan Jinlian.
When the two of them quickly arrived in the west of the city, the scene in front of them immediately made Wu Zhi's jaw drop.
At this time, Wang Xiaoer, the owner of the blacksmith shop from yesterday, was being held by four strong men.
Opposite them was a very ornate carriage.
Following Wang Xiaoer's order, the four strong men grabbed Wang Xiaoer's hands and feet and slammed his head against the opposite carriage with all their strength.
As Wang Xiaoer screamed and the horse neighed loudly, more and more people came to watch.
The owner of this carriage, the official Ximen, was standing blankly on the side of the carriage, looking at the scene in front of him with a confused face.
Because even if he tried his best, he still couldn't figure out what the scene in front of him was for.
Is it possible that this stinky blacksmith wants to commit suicide?
But even if he wants to commit suicide, why not use this method?
Wouldn't it be okay to find a place to hang yourself, or pick up a knife and chop yourself?
Why did I have to find a few people to grab his hands and feet and forcefully bump into my carriage?
There were violent impacts one after another, and Wang Xiaoer's head was swollen within a short time.
The horse opposite was also trembling.
Perhaps, it also doesn't understand what the human being in front of it is doing.
Why do you have to fight it?
Ximen Qing, who had been watching for a long time, finally came back to his senses.
He stepped forward and grabbed Wang Xiaoer's collar.
He yelled: "Are you crazy?"
"If you want to die, die somewhere else. Don't block my way!"
After Wang Xiaoer heard this, he waved his hand to signal the four strong men to stop first.
Then, he gently wiped his slightly red and swollen forehead with his hand.
Turning to look at Ximen Qing, he said with great excitement: "Isn't Ximen a high official?"
"I want this carriage of yours. Please tell me how much it will cost!"
Ximen Qingcai is a man of great power, and he has met countless people in his life.
But this was really the first time he had seen such a different and cool person.
Ximen Qing thought for a moment: "Since Boss Wang said this, I will make an offer."
"My car is extremely luxuriously decorated. If I didn't have two hundred..."
Before Ximen Qing could finish his words, Wang Xiaoer was the first to speak: "Deal!"
After saying that, he took 200 taels of silver from four strong men and handed it to Ximen Qing.
When Ximen Qing saw that he had received the money, he stopped talking nonsense.
But before he left, perhaps out of compassion, he turned around and asked Wang Xiaoer kindly.
"I see your injury is so serious. How about I call a doctor over for you?"
But when Ximen Qing saw that Wang Xiaoer didn't reply for a long time, he still let the four strong men hit his head against the horse's head.
So, he shook his head helplessly: "Oh, forget it!"
"Looking at you like this, I'm afraid the doctor won't be able to use it. I'd better prepare a coffin for you."
At this moment, Wu Zhi, who was standing aside, looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
I sighed secretly in my heart.
well!
Feudal superstition kills people.
When Wu Zhi returned home, it was completely dark.
Wu Zhi felt very happy today.
Not only the green onion tendon pancakes and hand pancakes he made were very popular, but also sold a lot of money.
At the same time, he also took advantage of Wang Xiaoer's ignorance and stupidity to take revenge on him severely, making him talk frivolously about his wife!
After Wu Zhi relieved his burden, he threw the bag containing the money towards the table far away.
Afterwards, I went to wash my hands and get ready to eat.
When Pan Jinlian looked at the bag of money on the table, she was really shocked.