bestfiction Chapter 382 The 7th Rank Official in Front of the Prime Minister’s Gate
Chapter 382 The 7th Rank Official in Front of the Prime Minister’s Gate
Uncle Cui was also a man who was quick and decisive in his work. He took his men to personally clean up the shop thoroughly that day.
The food was already in place. As for the needed rice and flour, he had someone send them to other people's mills to grind a lot of them. Soon the grain shop was set up.
After some discussion, the prices of various types of rice and flour in the store were slightly higher than ordinary grains outside.
There is also a price list on the wall of the store, with all prices clearly marked so that everyone can see it at a glance.
In the blink of an eye, the grain shop was ready to open. Cui wanted to help make the place lively, but Uncle Cui had no such plan.
"This is a grain store, so I'd better not do anything fancy."
He is a man who likes to do practical things, and he doesn't intend to rely on his sister's family for everything.
Not only did people give him such a good opportunity to make money, but they also followed him and contributed money and manpower, which was already very considerate.
"I have thought it through. When we open the business, we will simply steam some buns and steamed bread, and cook some rice porridge. With the advantages of these grains, people will be able to tell the difference as soon as they eat them."
These days, their family has switched to this kind of food. Whenever the rice is steamed, you can smell a special fragrance from a distance, which makes people's appetite increase.
"That's fine, let's keep a low profile and we'll all go over to help you tomorrow."
Xu Qinghe also agreed with Uncle Cui's words. The two smiled at each other, then got together and started discussing in whispers.
Cui had no choice but to stop asking questions and take Yuxiu to see the two babies.
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Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, there were already many women on the streets carrying baskets and going out to buy things.
"Hey, where does this fragrance come from?"
Sister Jiang was in charge of purchasing for the kitchen. She would come out with a few maids at this time every day.
"It smells like someone's steamed buns are coming out of the pot..."
An old woman muttered something, and then couldn't help swallowing.
Is there a new steamed bun shop here?
"Why do I smell the fragrance of rice porridge..."
Another woman said, then looked at Sister Jiang and said flatteringly:
"Manager, you have come out early in the morning to work for your master, you can't go hungry, why don't we go over and take a look? If the things in the shop are good, we can take some back..."
She rubbed her stomach calmly. She didn't know whether the manager was hungry or not, but she was very hungry.
Especially when I smell this fragrance at this moment, it really makes me hungry.
"Everyone has worked hard, so let's go and take a look. You can eat later. Today, the manager will treat you..."
Mrs. Jiang was not a stingy person. She used to work for the old lady. Her husband was the housekeeper. They were both loyal and trusted by their masters, so they arranged her to the purchasing position.
So the group hurried forward, and just as they turned a street, the fragrance became even stronger.
"Boss, you really don't want money?"
"Don't worry about the price, just give me two steamed buns first..."
"I want ten of them. Let's pack them up and take them home for my mom to taste..."
"Give me ten too..."
Hearing the noisy sound, Mrs. Jiang and her group came over following the smell and were stunned on the spot.
I saw white smoke rising not far from the door of a shop in front, and a large group of people gathered together, all craning their necks to squeeze in.
"The manager, I know that person. He is the purchasing manager of Lord Wang's mansion..."
The old woman pointed at a short man who was trying to squeeze into the crowd but couldn't.
"He's very picky, and he doesn't like ordinary things. Let's go and take a look."
Mrs. Jiang looked at the crowd over there and her eyes lit up.
You have to know that her master and Lord Wang love to compete with each other the most. They are in the same yamen and they always argue about what to eat and drink. As servants, they can't let their masters fall at a disadvantage.
"Everyone, please be quiet and let our boss say a few words."
Just as Mrs. Jiang and her companions approached, they heard a young man shouting in the crowd.
"If you have something to say, just say it now. We won't have time to listen to you until the steamed buns are out of the pot..."
"Hahaha... it's true, boss, just tell me quickly, and then pack me ten steamed buns..."
There was another round of booing in the crowd, and Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but frowning when she heard it.
At this time, she had already realized that this group of people included not only the manager of the Wang family, but also many people she was familiar with.
A few turns ahead on this street is the vegetable market. The housekeepers or shop assistants of these wealthy families would go there personally every day.
It is said that the prime minister is a seventh-rank official. Although these people are not as good as the seventh-rank officials, they still have some face in the outside world.
Especially when going shopping, the vendors, in order to retain this big customer, often put on a smiling face and say all kinds of nice things, and finally give some benefits.
Over time, these people have developed a haughty character and have become more and more arrogant in public.
But at this moment, those managers who used to look down on others all looked anxious, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to get the goods.
Mrs. Jiang shook her head with amusement. They were just a few steamed buns. Even if they tasted better, the masters who were used to eating delicacies from land and sea probably wouldn't look down on them.
She thought it was something great, but unexpectedly she was greatly disappointed.
"Let's go. I'll treat you all today. I'll take you to the front to eat Lin's meat pie."
Lin Ji Meat Pie in Caishikou is a time-honored brand in Beijing. The dough is chewy and the ingredients are very good. In addition, the sauce is handed down from their ancestors. If you go there too late every day, you will not be able to buy it.
"The manager is really generous..."
"Thank you, manager. We are all in for a treat today..."
"The manager is really nice. It's no wonder that I had a quarrel with Ma Pozi to get this good job..."
When they heard that Sister Jiang was going to treat everyone to Lin's Meat Pie, the maids all smiled so hard that their teeth were showing, and kept thanking her and saying nice things.
So everyone stopped looking at the noisy crowd and walked straight over to Lin's Meat Pie in Caishikou.
"Everyone, take a look at my plaque. I sell grains. I recently got a batch of high-quality grains, so I wanted to invite everyone to come and taste them."
Uncle Cui stood next to the steaming steamer with his sleeves rolled up, and pointed to the plaque hanging in front of the shop with a smile.
Cui's Grain Shop
He and Xu Qinghe discussed this name together. Both of them are down-to-earth people and they think that such a store name is simple and easy to remember.