When someone was about to grab one, Tao Chengqi picked up the plate and let it go ruthlessly: "No!"
He Yuanxiao felt aggrieved: "Did you just eat from me?"
Peach Blossom Young Master denied it for the second time, "I didn't, I didn't eat it!"
He Yuanxiao: "...???"
He looked at him in disbelief.
In He Yuanxiao's eyes, this immortal's aura was really fragmented.
Tang Shijin could only mediate again tiredly: "Your Lantern Festival also has this stuffing!! Can you guys stop being so childish!"
She made a lot more and planned to give it to Mrs. Zheng to try and sell it later. In short, during this prime time of the year before, everything could be sold.
So she went to the county seat the next day.
When leaving the city gate, she took two bamboo tubes and gave them to a little beggar, asking him to take them to Hualang.
As a result, the little beggar raised his head and startled her: "Are you... stung by a bee?"
The little beggar lowered his eyes: "Yeah."
When Tang Shijin looked at his face and neck, he didn't know how many stings there were. His whole head was much larger and swollen in strange shapes, making him look horrified.
She said: "When a wasp stings you must take out the stinger, otherwise it may be dangerous."
As she said that, she thought he might not have money to go to the hospital, so she gave him another small silver peanut: "Go to the hospital and have a look. Don't take it lightly."
The little beggar took the money and said a little unclearly: "Thank you, thank you very much."
Tang Shijin didn't say anything more and left directly.
She didn't know that as soon as she left, the little beggar spit bitterly at her carriage, and then left holding the bamboo tube.
Halfway through, he passed a medical clinic. He hesitated for a moment and then went in. The doctor said: "How did you do it? Why is it so serious? Come here and let me take a look!"
The little beggar lowered his head and said, "Do you have Croton water here?"
The doctor asked: "What are you buying Croton water for?"
He lowered his head and looked like he was shrinking: "I don't know, someone else told me to buy it."
The doctor understood something, sighed, and said, "Then I'll ask someone to cook some for you. You just stand still."
The little beggar nodded repeatedly and squatted in the corner. The doctor was kind-hearted and said, "Come here and I will pick out the sting for you, free of charge."
The little beggar just came over, and the doctor carefully helped him pick out the stings one by one, and said at the same time: "I'm supposed to apply some ten thousand flower oil, but a bottle is only half a penny. Do you really not want it?"
He shook his head: "No need."
He immediately waited for the croton water to be boiled, paid the money, and as soon as he went out, he found a corner, opened the bamboo tube, and poured it in one after another.
Then he found Hualang under the bridge.
When Hualang heard that it was from Tang Shijin, he couldn't help but smile, took the bamboo tube, and said, "What else did she say?"
"I didn't say anything," the little beggar lowered his head and said, "I just looked a little unhappy and said I wanted to settle a score with you."
To settle a score with him?
Hua Lang thought for a while, then turned around to look for her.
Over there, Tang Shijin asked He Yuanxiao to send two bamboo tubes to Madam Luo, and she went directly to find Mrs. Zheng.
Mrs. Zheng was not at the restaurant, so Tang Shijin left them to notify her, and then ordered a bowl of noodles, just in time to have breakfast.
Not long ago, Zheng Qingyuan and his wife came over together. After hearing what she said, they ordered a small bowl of clear soup noodles, then put the floss in and tasted it. Zheng Qingyuan said: "Yes, Jin'er really has a delicate heart with seven orifices!"
Of course Tang Shijin would not explain: "It's an award. Do you think this business can be done?"
"It can be done!" Mrs. Zheng said: "This kind of thing must be kept longer than meat. And you said that this thing can be used as a filling for dim sum. I want to find someone to try it. I guess it will take longer to make fillings than meat."
It’s easier to sell alone.”
Tang Shijin nodded, and Mrs. Zheng asked again: "How many pounds of meat can produce one pound?"
Tang Shijin said: "About three pounds of meat can produce one pound of pine."
Mrs. Zheng nodded and said, "What do you think we should do?"
Tang Shijin said: "I only make five-spice sausages over there. I just made this accidentally and don't want to worry about it. This thing is simple. You can see how much you pay for my recipe directly, or you can give me half of the profit."
That’s fine.”
Mrs. Zheng said without hesitation: "That's not possible. The prescription is already valuable. If you don't want to take care of it, I'll give you a 20% profit."
Tang Shijin shook his head: "Twenty percent profit is too much, let's give it 10%."
Mrs. Zheng said: "Then 15%!"
So the two parties agreed on a 15% profit, and Tang Shijin went directly to the kitchen and taught them how to make it. He also taught them several ways to make meat floss snacks. Mrs. Zheng nodded while tasting them.
Tang Shijin is young but generous. She will never let you suffer in business. If you give her a profit, she will make it back to you immediately.
Although the meat floss has just come out and I haven't started buying it yet, Mrs. Zheng feels that it is not a loss to give up 15% of the profit to her.
Zheng Qingyuan had been following up over there, but when he finished his work here, he said with a smile on his face: "How about we also discuss it?"
Tang Shijin followed him there again.
Zheng Qingyuan has produced dozens of ink pens. The outer paper has words written by Tao Chengqi printed on them. They look very simple and exquisite, no worse than a brush.
Moreover, Zheng Qingyuan misunderstood what she meant. He glued the thread into the paper, and the thread also turned in circles. Then when the thread was torn off, the paper would be torn and torn off in a spiral shape. When the time came, just cut the thread ends.
Tang Shijin felt that under the current production conditions, this would save more effort, so he acquiesced.
Zheng Qingyuan said: "I have tried it with many people. These scholars are also interesting. When I first took it out, they all despised me. As soon as I mentioned the peach blossom boy, they all changed their faces." He chuckled:
"Anyway, it's not bad. With the words "Peach Blossom Young Master" in it, I don't have to worry about selling it."
This time, she also only came up with one idea.
But firstly, Zheng Qingyuan wanted to borrow her fortune, and secondly, she asked for Tao Chengqi's calligraphy, which gave a huge boost to the marketing of this pen.
So Zheng Qingyuan persisted and gave her 30% of the profit.
The two signed another deed.
Then Tang Shijin also took a dozen notebooks and a dozen pens.
Zheng Qingyuan said: "This amount can be paired with the pocket book you mentioned and sold throughout Maozhou!" He was very proud: "Jin'er, the luckiest thing for me coming to Wutong County is that I got to know you!"
Tang Shijin laughed and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously."
The two of them were chatting and walking. Tang Shijin didn't notice that Hualang popped up in the corner. Seeing that she was busy, he had to shrink back and opened the bamboo tube in his hand.
What is this called...pork floss?
It smells delicious, but why does it look like wet cotton?
There were no chopsticks at hand, so Hua Lang shook the bamboo tube and poured a little into his mouth. After one taste, it was salty, sweet and fragrant, with a unique flavor, but a little soggy. Hua Lang walked slowly while eating