Take two cents of silver, carry a steel knife, and Wei Yang goes straight to the restaurant opposite.

It was noon, and there were three or five people inside, not talking loudly, and they were eating quietly. When they saw Wei Yang enter the door, they looked at the handle of the knife in his hand, turned their backs and ignored them.

Behind the counter, the smiling boss greeted: "What should I eat for Xiaolang? Aren't you coming?"

Wei Yang placed the steel knife on the dining table and looked at the decorations in the store, which were all the same.

I looked at the ground again, it was very dry.

This does not conform to the practice in Hami's ordinary restaurants.

It should be noted that in early spring to midsummer, the climate is dry, so it’s okay to pour it out. In this restaurant, as the mosquitoes and flies increase, you must have a bucket of clear water in the morning, a bucket of clear water at noon, and a bucket of clear water at night.

The boss has a fair face and no calluses on his hands. He looks like a scholar. Seeing his dressing, he is also a very decent person. The top and bottom are very neat, so how can he not understand the local customs?

Wei Yang held back his doubts and looked at the wooden board behind the counter. That was the menu.

The rice shop today has meat soup, rice balls, noodles, etc., and some vegetables are also very expensive, mostly glutinous vegetables, bean sprouts, etc., and tofu.

Wei Yang didn't know that the syrup from the Ming Dynasty was already somewhat similar to the modern Chinese cabbage.

"A bowl of noodles, and a large plate-" Wei Yang frowned and looked at the menu ordering, "The white-burning swallows don't smell good, vinegar and bitter vegetables."

The boss also recommended: "Xiao Lang is afraid that he has never eaten this dish, so why not try it?"

He took off the wooden board and showed the line of words below.

Wei Yang was shocked when he saw it.

Potato!

That is potatoes.

Didn’t this be introduced to the Central Plains in the late Ming Dynasty?

"This thing was brought by a guest from Lingnan. It has a big fist and a small thumb belly. Although it looks strange, it is not poisonous. Xiaolang tastes it," the boss recommended enthusiastically, "Most Hami people don't like it, but I think it tastes very good."

Wei Yang thought about it and said, "I have eaten this item. How many of them do you have here?"

The boss said in surprise: "Do you want to buy it? It's worth hundreds of kilograms. It was originally planted in the backyard. I think it was planted by the former owner. I have only heard of it..."

lie!

Wei Yang stretched out his hand and asked: "If you keep this item, you may not be able to sell it at a high price, right? Sell it all in one place, and you will be worth a few taels of silver, how about it?"

The boss rubbed his hands and laughed as long as he increased the price.

"Since Lingnan merchants brought them here, there must be somewhere else. If you keep them, it will be useless. I will bring them here. Maybe I will share some benefits in the future." Wei Yang pretended to be impatient and urged, "If you don't want to sell, just keep them."

"Sell, sell, of course you have to sell." The boss had to turn around and go to the backyard. In a short while, he dragged a bag out, looking less than a hundred pounds.

Wei Yang knew that he must have kept some, but he was afraid he would have to plant himself.

"This man is a living person." Wei Yang thought to himself, and pulled the bag with both hands, and didn't realize it was too much effort, so he put it under his feet, saying, "You can go with me to withdraw the money later."

The boss blinked and turned his eyes around and smiled, "I want to entertain guests. Let the two young men in the kitchen help you carry them over. They are all kids with quick hands and feet."

Wei Yang smiled in his heart, his feet were exposed.

"Okay." Wei Yang didn't point it out. After waiting for a while, a loud "A big bowl of noodles, the white swallows don't smell fragrant, vinegar and bitter vegetables."

The tone is very round, and it is indeed a Hami accent.

Wei Yang saw a guy with steady steps but flexible steps. He walked across the table and chairs like a butterfly, and walked around the diners lightly. He put the tray in his hand up and down, which looked very beautiful, but the crocodile legs were too serious.

After a glance, he remembered the appearance of the gang in his heart, and then he ate, feeling that the mutton in the noodles was scented and unpalatable, and there was still a bit of bitterness in the vegetables.

I looked at the diners again and the food was very happy.

"No wonder so many people ate my pancake when it opened." Wei Yang waited slowly. After a cup of tea, the few people stood up to say goodbye. When checking out, they saw that the three of them had eaten three big bowls of noodles and ordered another stir-fry, which cost about a hundred cents.

After thinking about the business he wants to do, Wei Yang probably has the confidence.

After dinner, the two guys carried a bag of potatoes. Wei Yang walked in front. He heard the two of them panting and laughing again.

The shadow on the ground shows that the two of them have a solid step and clearly have some skills. They are more than 100 kilograms of strength. Why pretend to be like this?!

After entering the yard, the two of them did not see any movement, but when Wei Yang went to the house to withdraw money, the two of them looked carefully at the wooden stake.

"Either Ma Baihu or General An Baihu, both of them have military skills." Wei Yang was probably sure, "but the young man who ran the hall was definitely from a cavalry and should have practiced the basics of external martial arts, so he was very solid in the lower plate."

After sending the two of them away, Wei Yang went out again, but this time he bought a lot of food.

I bought a hundred kilograms of white flour and spent more than three taels of silver; I bought a dozen kilograms of coarse salt and made ten kilograms of soy sauce, and then tied two iron pots. I found a blacksmith shop and used iron sheets to make an iron bucket. I spent more than three taels of silver and hired a big cart and delivered it to my doorstep.

The restaurant owner was arguing with a man carrying a load. The man said angrily: "My thirty kilograms of bean sprouts are worth half a penthouse. Why do you only give three cents? Not enough, not enough."

The boss scolded: "You are so ignorant, are you worthy of this bean sprout?"

While the two were arguing, they saw Wei Yang coming back from shopping, but they stopped at the same time. They watched him call the old man who was driving the car to help take off the goods and gave him a hundred cents of money. The old man smiled and thanked him, and drove the donkey cart first.

The boss shouted: "What should I do if Xiaolang buys so many items?"

"Open a store." Wei Yang said, "I have a few fresh ways to eat it. I can open a restaurant while I still have money."

The boss hurriedly said, "Will this not compete with friends for profit?"

"Where do I have a friend to you?" Wei Yang pretended, "Your potatoes are ugly one by one, and they also have a numb and savory smell. I'm afraid you're not cheating me with someone."

The boss was so shocked that he was very angry: "Where is there, where is it? My business is real..."

"Then why don't you give me a good price?" Wei Yang said.

The man immediately came up and said with a smile: "Xiao Lang speaks so fairly. Oh, do you want to open a restaurant? My bean sprouts are praised by the streets of my house. Do you want it? Thirty and a half jin of jin, it costs more, I will give you ten more jin."

Wei Yang chuckled and said, "How can you know that my bean sprouts are not as good as you?"

This made the boss dumbfounded.

A few diners in the restaurant came out to watch the fun. Wei Yang took the opportunity to bow and said, "From tomorrow, my new restaurant will serve braised pork and pork buns, refreshing and cool skin, sufficient mutton soaking, sour soup sauce noodles, and high-quality pork buns, half price in the first three days. I would like to ask the neighbors to support you. It's good to say that a bowl of mutton soak is only 25 cents. I'll give you a roux bun or a portion of cold skin. It's not time to expire."
Chapter completed!