Chapter 291 I have an idea

Jiang Jiaojiao, who rarely returned to her parents' home, walked out of the alley and saw a spectacular scene in front of the blacksmith shop.

"What are those people doing?"

Caiyan was curious, so she also walked over to watch.

"Master, I'm the third one to arrive. Don't mess up the order." A man put his hands in his sleeves and stretched his neck to shout inside.

"What are you yelling about? I was the first one to come and didn't get the goods. You all should step aside and wait."

At this time, the master blacksmith stopped his work and said to everyone: "I know how to make the iron frame you want.

The barbecue grills in Juxian Pavilion are all made by me. I don’t have ready-made goods here. This thing is not something I can make in a short while. "

"What should I do? I'm still waiting to use it to make a living!" someone asked.

The blacksmith pointed to a dark table at the door.

"There is a piece of charcoal on it. If any of you can write, write your names on the wall one by one. I won't accept the deposit. I can only make one iron frame in one day. You can just calculate the days to pick up the goods. become."

A middle-aged man with a thin face glanced at the wall whose original color could no longer be seen, and said calmly:

"What's the use of writing a name? If someone pretends to be another name, master, you can't tell the difference."

"What this brother said is absolutely true. The master may not be literate, so we'd better come back tomorrow and line up."

The master blacksmith was noncommittal, turned around and threw a piece of firewood into the kitchen hall. He used both hands to pull up the light box and made a whirring sound.

If he had read a book, why would he bother to do this hard work?

"What should I do? There is no hope today. Come back tomorrow."

"It won't be your turn tomorrow. I'll be the first to place an order."

Everyone argued with each other and refused to give in to each other.

After a while, the tinkling sound of iron was heard in the shop.

Caiyan listened to everyone's conversation.

She turned around and walked towards Jiang Jiaojiao.

"Madam, these people are all vying to buy a barbecue grill, and they are even quarreling."

She also knew that Juxian Pavilion's barbecue was a sensation in the capital.

She snorted disdainfully, "Are everyone crazy today? Isn't he just a stinky meat skewer seller? What's so strange about that?

These people are so stupid. They were deceived by that bitch Jiang Shuyue. When they can't make any money, they will know that they have been fooled. "

"Young madam is right. They say the recipe is very simple and can be understood at a glance. No matter who asks, the shopkeeper of Juxian Pavilion will generously teach him. I don't believe that pie will fall from the sky."

Jiang Jiaojiao glanced at Caiyan indifferently, "They say that no businessman is a traitor. The shopkeeper has such good intentions. Look at the house where that bitch lives.

The house is more luxurious than the house of a first-grade official. If she hadn't deceived her, how could she have so much money to buy a house? "

Jiang Jiaojiao had never entered Jiang Shuyue's house. Once she passed by the Jiang Mansion.

Looking at the tall and gorgeous gate tower, she felt curious and jealous. She pretended to go to Qingyunzhai to buy books, and looked at Jiang Mansion from time to time in the study.

Seeing her look like this, the waiter from Qingyunzhai raised his hands and asked with a smile: "Miss, do you know Master Jiang Mansion?"

Jiang Jiaojiao was like a thief whose thoughts had been revealed. She shook her head quickly, "I don't know. The gatehouse is tall and the walls are high. This house must be worth a lot of money."

"Of course. I was lucky enough to go inside this house when the previous owner was still there. There are pavilions and pavilions inside, and there are corridors and pillars inside that no one can hold in his arms. It's so grand. In the past, the Prime Minister's Mansion was not as luxurious as Jiang's Mansion."

The more the waiter boasted, the more uncomfortable Jiang Jiaojiao felt.

Ever since Caiyan had sex, Jiang Jiaojiao was no longer as warm to Caiyan as before.

Caiyan also felt this. No matter what Jiang Jiaojiao said, she had to agree.

Today, while Jiang Jiaojiao was talking to Aunt Yang in the side courtyard, Caiyan was in the kitchen and heard the cook talking about the barbecue in Juxian Pavilion.

She still specifically asked the cook if she had tasted it, and the cook said that she was reluctant to buy it. With her experience in cooking, she could tell it was delicious by smelling it.

Caiyan is not stupid, everyone is queuing up to buy it, how can it not be delicious?

Jiang Jiaojiao had a clear idea in her mind. If it wasn't delicious, why would those people act like drunkards and set up stalls to sell the food?

On the way back, Jiang Jiaojiao tried hard to convince herself, "That bitch knows medicine, so she must have added poppy powder to the seasoning, otherwise why would everyone get sick?"

"Well, it's possible. Everyone bought it and ate it while it was hot. Without evidence, the government has nothing to do with it." Caiyan spoke in a low voice.

She obviously didn't believe Jiang Jiaojiao's words. The cook said that she could smell the aroma of cumin from a distance.

She made up her mind that when she met her uncle in private tomorrow, she would encourage her uncle to buy a few bunches and bring them back to her to taste.

In the past, Jiang Jiaojiao gave her a little monthly payment, but since she took care of her uncle, several days have passed since the monthly payment was given, and Jiang Jiaojiao kept silent about it.

Today was different from the past. She and Jiang Jiaojiao had separated, and Caiyan did not dare to ask about Yue Li.

Jiang Jiaojiao still held the contract of prostitution in her hands.

She was afraid that Jiang Jiaojiao would offend Jiang Jiaojiao and take the opportunity to sell herself out.

She wanted to hug her uncle's thigh tightly, give birth to a child and establish a firm foothold in the Su family.

Although the Su family is not rich, my uncle still has something to do and tightens his belt, so his life is not impossible.

Compared to being sold to those miserable places, there is always a chance to make it through with my uncle.

My uncle ignored Jiang Jiaojiao, but he was very passionate about her, as if he always had endless energy in his body. Thinking of this, Caiyan felt warm in her heart.

At dusk, Su Peng came back from the dyeing workshop and went straight to the east courtyard.

In the east courtyard, Su Zhengxing was talking to Mr. Qin about the grand occasion of Juxian Pavilion.

"As fate would have it, Girl Yue refuses to recognize us, otherwise we would be able to take advantage of this incredible wealth."

Mrs. Qin sighed, "No, I don't know if the girl named Yueniang is really not that dead girl, or she is pretending to be crazy and deliberately denying us. Thinking of this, I couldn't sleep all night long."

Mrs. Qin said as she looked at Su Zhengxing intently, "Master, do you want to try again? If that damn girl regrets it, we can have a group of slaves again."

"No, no, no, madam, you didn't see her disowning her relatives. She really wants to send me to the government."

Thinking of that scene in the restaurant, Su Zhengxing is still scared.

"Dad! Mom! I'm back. Do you know about Juxian Pavilion selling barbecue? Even my uncle is jealous."

Su Peng stepped into the east courtyard with one foot and started shouting loudly before he saw Su Zhengxing and Qin.

"What are you shouting about? Your mother and I are not deaf, and people are talking about it in the streets and alleys. How can we not know?"

Su Zhengxing remembered that his colleagues were very happy when they talked about it. Someone who was good at calculating accounts made a rough calculation and said that it was not an exaggeration to say that Juxian Pavilion would make a fortune every day.

The son's voice made both Su Zhengxing and Qin feel heartbroken.

Seeing the God of Wealth in front of me but not being able to grasp it, I felt even more uncomfortable than when my parents died.

Su Peng walked to the brazier, rubbed his hands, and said excitedly: "Dad! Mother! My son has an idea. Are you interested in hearing it?"