Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 611: Longevity Restaurant

"Fubao? What are you doing?" Zhang Yanzi and Jiang Siyin walked in upon hearing the voice.

The two walked hurriedly, with worry on their faces.

I thought my daughter had fallen.

"I'm counting the silver, mother. This money is for you. Please keep it for me." Jiang Fubao didn't intend to take it. She had more silver than she could spend. It was the first time she was rewarded by the emperor, and she wanted to give the silver and gold to her mother as a filial gift.

As for my biological father, it is the same as not giving him anything. After all, my mother is in charge of the money, and my father doesn't have a penny.

It’s not that mother doesn’t give it to him.

It’s daddy himself who doesn’t want it.

He said there was food and drink at home, so there was no point in him asking for money.

So my mother didn’t give it to me.

She just said that if daddy needed money, he should ask her for it.

"Keep it for yourself. Aren't you still repairing the clinic? You spent a lot of money to buy two shops. Use the money to buy some land, and then go to Chang'an Town or Jiangnan to buy some houses and shops. Even if you don't open a clinic in the future, you will have no worries about food and clothing."

Zhang Yanzi didn't want it.

She was so happy that her daughter was so successful that she couldn't possibly accept the money.

"No, mother must have it. What's mine is mother's, and what's mother's is father's, so don't be angry, father. If you want it, just ask mother for it. It's not that I don't want to give it to father. By the way, mother, I can't give you the silver, so give the gold to mother. I thought about it and decided to let grandma share the silver with the family. I want everyone to be happy with me."

Jiang Fubao paused and said.

"Forget it, since you have made up your mind, I will take it."

Zhang Yanzi did not refuse again, this was the filial piety of a daughter.

She had to accept it happily.

After Eunuch Ying left at noon the next day, Jiang Fubao personally divided the money.

Everyone in the family had a share, including the servants and maids.

Everyone had a smile on their face. The snack shop was closed today and the clinic was handed over to his apprentice. Jiang Fubao had a rare day off.

Zhang Jinlan originally wanted to hold a banquet to celebrate this event, but was persuaded by Jiang Fubao. She really didn't want to be too high-profile.

Soon, the autumn harvest arrived.

Medicinal herbs are also harvested along with the rice.

This year, almost everyone in Jiangjia Village, except Jiang Guangyi's family, was delighted.

When a new magistrate took office, who was the son of the former magistrate, the people were very upset. They thought that the new magistrate would increase taxes, but unexpectedly, taxes decreased instead of increasing.

Of course, it had nothing to do with Meng Bujiu. It was Emperor Mingsheng who, considering that the provinces of Xishu and Southwest had been affected by Enxin, specially approved a 50% reduction in grain taxes in the three provinces.

The people were overjoyed.

Not only that, the villagers of Jiangjia Village have two additional sources of income.

There are many chestnut trees on the mountain at the end of the village and in the deep mountains outside the village. This season is the time when chestnuts are ripe. After many villagers finish their work in the fields, they form teams to go to the mountains to pick chestnuts. Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng are responsible for collecting them and then sending them to the town.

The most hardworking family in the village earned five taels of silver just from selling chestnuts.

There is also money from selling medicinal herbs.

Adding the money from selling medicinal herbs last time, not counting this year's harvest, he made seventeen taels of silver.

Even the family with the smallest population earned seven or eight taels of silver this year.

This does not include the sale of rice.

With the grain tax cut in half, all the villagers except those in Jiangjia Village can have a prosperous New Year.

In early winter, when the weather gets colder, there is always a faint aroma of chestnuts floating in the streets of Lianshan Town.

There are other snack shops in the town that imitate Jiang’s snack shop in frying chestnuts, but the taste is not as good as Jiang’s chestnuts.

Even when it rains and is windy, Jiang's snack shop is always packed.

Business is not good.

At the same time, Jiang Fubao and Jiang Ruyi got on a carriage and headed to Jiangnan.

Because of the plague, the opening of the restaurant that was originally planned to be opened in cooperation with the Fang family was also delayed.

However, this just gave Fang Yanheng time to make repairs, and he spent another thousand taels to renovate the restaurant.

The cooks and cooks also learned all the medicinal dishes.

By the time the two sisters arrived in Jiangnan, the restaurant was ready to open.

Two days later, around noon, Jiang Fubao and Fang Yanheng stood at the gate of Changshou Restaurant. Jiang Ruyi stood on Jiang Fubao's left, and Yunlan stood on Fang Yanheng's right.

The four of them cut the red cloth in their hands together.

"Crackling——"

The sound of firecrackers suddenly rang out.

Many people gathered on the already busy street.

After waiting for a long time, the firecrackers were finally set off and the restaurant entrance was already crowded with people.

"Changshou Restaurant, this is newly opened, I don't know how it tastes."

"Boss, what are the signature dishes in your restaurant? How much are they? If they're not expensive, I'll go in and try them."

"The name is good, easy to remember, and has a good meaning, but I don't know how long it can last. There are too many restaurants on the same street. If the food is not good and the prices are too high, I'm afraid it will close in less than two months."

"Why do you need to cut the red cloth? This is the first time I've seen it."

"Oh, so many firecrackers, how much money did it cost? It's really a big deal. My ears hurt from the noise."

"..."

With so many people talking at the same time, it's impossible to hear who is saying what.

Fang Yanheng had experience in running a restaurant, so he was not afraid of the stage at all. He raised his voice and said, "On the first day of opening the Changshou Restaurant, we will provide free pulse diagnosis. We don't charge a penny. The food we sell in our restaurant is different from the ordinary ones. We only provide one dish for each recipe. If you want to eat, we won't sell it to you without a pulse diagnosis!"

In one sentence, it attracted everyone's attention.

The crowd, which had just quieted down, began chattering again.

"What do you mean? You won't sell it to us if we don't diagnose your pulse? What the hell is this? This is ridiculous."

"What a trick! I've never seen it before. It's really strange."

"I don't want to eat the food, but you can check my pulse. I just happen to be feeling a little unwell. It's free anyway, I want to go in now."

"You really don't charge? Then do you charge for writing the prescription? If it doesn't cost money, I can just take the prescription to the pharmacy and buy the medicine, which will be much cheaper."

"What's so weird about this restaurant? Just eat the food, why check the pulse?"

"..."

Everyone was confused.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Fang Yanheng continued, "Because what we sell is medicinal food, not ordinary meals. If someone has a sore throat, or is physically weak and weak, cough cough, of course, we also have aphrodisiacs. Just let the doctor in our restaurant diagnose you and write down the medicinal food recipe, and you can eat according to the medicinal food recipe."

"Medicinal food? I seem to have heard that in the imperial city, only the imperial physicians can make medicinal food. How can ordinary people like us eat it? Who is this shopkeeper? How can he be so capable? Could it be that there is an imperial physician sitting in the restaurant?"

"What? Imperial physician? Oh my God, if there was an imperial physician, I would pay him to diagnose my pulse. You don't know, my legs hurt when it rains, and no matter how many doctors I've seen, none of them could cure me."