I, the fox clan, Arita!

The "Fu Cheng Ji" this person is talking about is the only pastry shop in this Wangjiazhuang town. It is an old shop for more than ten years and has a good reputation.

"Fu Cheng Ji's rice cakes are soft and sweet, and cost three yuan for a penny! Your cake is so small, and it only costs two yuan for a penny. Is it better than Fu Cheng Ji's?"

The strong man who just bought [-] cents of jam cake said loudly: "Brother Xiaoling's is delicious! It's better than Fuchengji's! If you don't believe me, let Brother Xiaoling taste it for you and you'll know!"

The person next to him murmured suspiciously, "Is he willing to let others taste such an expensive cake?"

Lingshu asked his sister-in-law Chen Lanzhi to hand over the tasting plate at the right time. This time the plate was bigger than the last bowl, and inside were the leftover rice cakes cut from the corners, all cut into nail-sized pieces , dipped in red hawthorn sauce.

Ling Shu smiled and said: "Everyone try it, it's free! Everyone can taste two yuan! Don't hold it with your hands, use a bamboo stick! It doesn't matter if you try it or not!"

The young woman who was the first to ask a question just now couldn't help trying to eat two yuan, and she didn't say whether she would buy it or not after eating. Lingshu was not angry, and still smiled and let everyone try it. Everyone couldn't stand still.

"Oh, there is such a good thing! I will try it too!"

"Mmm, sweet! Delicious!"

"What's the red thing on it? It's sour and appetizing!"

"The little shopkeeper came to get me three pennies. I'll take it back and let the family have a taste of it!"

"Hey, here we come!" Ling Shu responded, using bamboo clips to hold jam cakes for people, and advertised, "You are right! This red one is our homemade hawthorn jam, which is just for appetizers. The effect is good! However, this food is a bit cold, and it is not good for children to eat too much. I also tell everyone that pregnant women should not eat this. If someone’s wife is pregnant and wants to eat sour, I have grape sauce here. The grape sauce is also delicious!"

Ling Shu is not afraid of trouble. When selling jam cakes, he always finds an opportunity to tell customers the precautions for eating hawthorn jam.

People in this day and age have never regarded hawthorn as an edible fruit, so naturally they don’t know its benefits and taboos. It’s really not good for pregnant women to eat hawthorn, and Lingshu is also worried that everyone will eat it indiscriminately. Human life is at stake.

As soon as someone took the lead in buying jam cakes, this business started. Since the opening, Yan's small stall has never stopped customers. Seeing the bamboo baskets they brought empty one by one, Yan Dachuan and Chen Lanzhi married. The smile on this face can't stop.

"Shopkeeper, I don't want hawthorn jam. I heard that you have jam that pregnant women can eat here. I want that. Is it the same price? I want three yuan, no, five yuan."

Standing in front of the stall was a black-faced man, who probably bought it specially because his wife was pregnant.

Lingshu knew that pregnancy was difficult, so he said: "They are all one penny and two yuan, but the sauce is different. It's just that my grape sauce is not made as a main product, so you are the first one to buy this specifically. How about it, I I will give you grape sauce rice cakes for four pennies, and I will give you grape sauce for the rest of the penny."

As Lingshu spoke, he took out a bamboo tube the size of half a teacup from the basket on the side. This small bamboo tube was given by Carpenter Li in the village. Lingshu bought a lot of bamboo baskets from Carpenter Li, and asked him to make some small ones. The bamboo tube is used as an extra head, and the edges of the small bamboo tube are polished very smooth, which looks very cute.

Lingshu scooped up a small bamboo tube full of grape sauce from the earthen pot she brought with her, covered it with a palm-sized linen cloth, tied it tightly with hemp rope, and handed it to the black-faced man.

"Take it back and give it to sister-in-law to taste." Lingshu said with a smile.

There is only fingernail jam on a small piece of rice cake, and there are only two small pieces of rice cake for one penny. Lingshu gave this guy such a bamboo tube of grape jam for one penny, which is almost like a gift.

"Hey, okay, okay," the black-faced man's eyes lit up, but he was stupid and not very good at talking, and he was very grateful. The fishy smell made me retch, seeing that he lost weight and his face became smaller, this time he just wanted to bring some fresh food to appetize his daughter-in-law, "Thank you, thank you shopkeeper, thank you..."

Lingshu smiled and said, "You packed it, and walk slowly on the road."

"Little brother, take a break." Chen Lanzhi handed Ling Shu a bowl of water and said, "I'll take care of the stall."

Lingshu drank a few sips of water, nodded, sat down on the pony bed behind the stall, rubbed his sore calves, and was indeed a little tired after standing for half the morning.

On the left side of Yan's shop is a steamed bun seller. The family's surname is Wang, and they should be locals of Wangjiazhuang. According to Lingshu's observation, this family should have been in business for a long time. Many people who go to the market know them. On the right is a Grandpa, sell some pomegranates and jujubes from my parents.

Lingshu packed ten pieces of rice cakes with hawthorn sauce for the Wang family. Although occupying the stall is random, and you may not be able to meet the Wang family's steamed bun stall again when you come to the market, but today we are neighbors, let's get closer The relationship is always right, and don't look at sending a few rice cakes as inconspicuous, but it is also a network. If the business is to be long-term, you must not make enemies with the people around you, and you must take a long-term view.

Originally, Lingshu intended to give it to the Wang family and didn't think of taking advantage of it, but he didn't expect that the members of the Wang family were also sincere. That Uncle Wang wanted to give Lingshu twenty steamed buns plus ten meat buns no matter what.

"If you don't answer, you will look down on me, Old Wang!" Uncle Wang blushed and had a thick neck. Anyone who didn't know would think that he was going to quarrel with Lingshu.

Lingshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to say, "You're giving too much. My cake is expensive, but it's just a fresh one, and it's worthless. Just give me ten steamed buns."

Uncle Wang refused, waved his hand and said: "That's not okay! It's the fresh food that is worth the money! Take it quickly! Uncle, I still have to do business, so I don't have time to talk to you."

"Well, I'll take ten steamed buns and ten steamed buns." Ling Shu said.

The aunt of the Wang family smoothed things over and said: "Okay, okay, you two don't push back and forth, just do what Brother Xiao Ling said."

Uncle Wang just gave up, stuffed the wrapped steamed buns into Ling Shu's arms, turned around and went to work.

Lingshu gave another ten pieces of jam cake to Uncle Wu on the right, and the uncle was not greedy for him, and returned more than a dozen large pomegranates.

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"Fu Cheng Ji" pastry shop.

Today is the market in Wangjiazhuang Town. Every time there is a market, the business of any shop in this town is better than usual. Naturally, the same is true for "Fu Cheng Ji". Cai Fucheng didn't go to the shop to watch in person, but Cai Fucheng will definitely come to sit in the market on the day of the market.

Cai Fucheng has been sitting in his shop for half the morning, but he found that the business of his shop is not as good as that of the last market, and the business has dropped by at least one third.

Cai Fucheng frowned, and asked his son: "Why don't people who go to the market come to buy pastries today?"

Cai Junjie's face was not very good-looking, "I don't know what happened today. There is only one pastry shop in the town. It stands to reason that it shouldn't be out of business."

The clerk in the shop, Ozawa, stammered: "Boss, that... I seem to see a child on the street eating a pastry that I have never seen before..."

Cai Fu immediately asked him: "What kind of pastry? What's its name? Another pastry shop opened in this town? Why didn't anyone tell me?!"

"Father, I'm on guard in the store every day. There are no new pastry shops in the town." Cai Junjie said.

Ozawa replied: "I just saw other people eating it, and I didn't ask what it was called. It looked like white rice cake with some red things on it. I don't know what it was made of..."

Ozawa spends all day looking after the store, and business is not very good today. When he is free, he just stares at the people on the street. He is also very curious to see a child eating a pastry he has never seen before, but he I couldn't leave the shop to ask people, and naturally I couldn't know the name of the pastry.

Cai Fucheng's face darkened, and he was about to speak, when he saw a few guests coming at the door, they were regular customers, and he hurriedly greeted them with a smile on his face: "What kind of cake does Young Master Zhang want to eat today? The jujube cake just baked at our house It's delicious, it's made with new dates, would you like some?"

That young master Zhang was only a child of eight or nine years old, with a gentle and delicate appearance, red lips and white teeth, wearing a sky blue satin robe, a stone blue belt tied around his waist, and a fine white jade pendant on his head. A pair of exquisitely crafted short boots looks like a child of a wealthy family.

Young Master Zhang was followed by a book boy in green clothes, and a woman dressed in a dignified dress. Cai Fucheng knew this woman, and she was Young Master Zhang's nanny.

The Zhang family is the most wealthy family in the town of Wangjiazhuang. The family is engaged in grain, rice and silk business. The elder brother of the Zhang family is the magistrate of Yangning County next door. Master Zhang also has a good relationship with the mayor of Wangjiazhuang. The money is donated to a member, and it is quite famous in the Wangjiazhuang area.

The nanny smiled and said, "I just want to buy some fresh jujube cakes to go back. Shopkeeper Cai will make some."

Young master Zhang asked: "Shopkeeper Cai, do you have jam cakes at home?"

Cai Fucheng was taken aback for a moment, thinking what is jam cake?Do you eat in the capital?

"I'm ashamed, the shop doesn't have the jam cake that the young master said." Cai Fucheng also went to school for a few years when he was young. Food? Did the young master eat it in the county town? I will go to the county town tomorrow to have a look and make that jam cake for the young master!"

Young Master Zhang shook his head in disappointment, "I haven't eaten it either. I heard from a few servant girls in my grandfather's room that I didn't buy it in the county, but at the market."

Cai Fucheng thumped in his heart, and almost immediately thought of the reddish rice cake that his fellow Ji Ozawa just mentioned, it really is someone who competed with "Fu Cheng Ji" for business!