Jiang Sheng said she would do it, and she really opened Jiuzhen Store branches in the surrounding cities.
First observe the environment, determine whether the people in the city have purchasing power, and then visit the surroundings to investigate whether the people's character is simple and honest.
In today's world, it is difficult to travel by car and horse. If you want to open a store sign to the southeast, northwest and northeast, you have to learn from the method of Living in Leisure, taking from the local area and using it in the local area.
Not only raw materials like flour, but also long-term workers who can support the store.
If the shopkeeper is the soul, the confidant sent from Fengjing, then the long-term worker is the support, the key for the store and workshop to operate.
People are also very different. Some are born lazy, greedy and slick, no matter how much money you give them, they can't get rid of their nature.
Some are hardworking, patient and long-suffering. If you give them a hand, they can get rid of the mud and be loyal.
Jiang Sheng went to Luoyang Prefecture with Jiang San, Jiang Si, and Miao Zhaoying and her daughter who insisted on following her.
This was the first time she traveled such a long distance alone. The moment she landed, she felt the wind was different, with a novel taste.
"How can the wind from south to north not be different?" Miao Zhaoying laughed, "I see the young lady has been bored in Fengjing for too long and is taking this opportunity to relax."
"Auntie, you're wrong," Jiang Sheng shook her finger righteously. "Smell it carefully, there is a fragrance in the wind."
The grown-up Da Ya turned her head delicately, looking around, and finally saw a store to the right front. The simple and clear store sign read "Xu Family Non-flipping Soup" in five characters.
A strong young man was stirring the thick soup, and the tempting aroma was carried over by the wind. This must be the novel taste.
Jiang Sheng could no longer restrain herself. She ran over in a few steps and pointed at the pancakes stacked on the ladle, "Boss, what is this?"
"This is a non-flip made of mung bean noodles," the young man looked up, "Our Luoyang Prefecture's specialty non-flip soup, made with lots of ingredients. Would you like to try a bowl?"
"Yes, five bowls please," Jiang Sheng said boldly as she put down the copper coins.
Jiang San and Jiang Si were still tying up the carriage while Miao Zhaoying felt sorry for her employer and refused to let her carry the bowl.
With five servings of non-flip soup, one person would have to go back and forth three times.
The obedient Da Ya took the initiative to undertake two bowls for her mother, but she sipped it and hurt her hand from the heat.
The young man immediately put down his ladle and took the initiative to help carry it, "Let me help the young lady, this non-flip soup is still simmering, without calluses it's hard to stand."
Da Ya shyly thanked him, but before she finished speaking, Jiang San and Jiang Si monkey-like rushed out to grab the soup bowls.
Perhaps it was delicious, or perhaps it was too fresh, but Jiang Sheng drank it bottom up and was still reluctant to stop.
"That's enough young lady, we still have to go to the nearby villages, don't delay opening the shop." Miao Zhaoying smiled and persuaded, "Besides, eating full now, what if we meet something more delicious?"
Jiang Sheng agreed. After the others finished eating, she got up and wiped her mouth.
Passing the door, the young man stirring the soup hesitated for a moment before asking, "Excuse me, what are you going to see in the village? Are you going to buy land? Or settle down?"
"Neither," Jiang Sheng was very tight-lipped. "Just taking a look around."
"Then go south, my home is there," the young man continued stirring the thick soup, "if you like."
What was there to like or not like, since they were wandering around, where they went didn't matter.
Jiang Sheng immediately had Jiang San drive the carriage towards the south village.
All the way there, the local customs could be described as simple and honest. The commoners were not afraid of strangers, returned lost items, adults chatted in groups of three or five, children ran around, and neighbors got along well.
However, even the best place has bad people, and the most harmonious village has quarrels.
A few people stopped in front of a household in the east of the village, listening to the man's scolding, the woman's screams, the child's crying, and the sound of objects breaking inside.
Miao Zhaoying endured again and again until she couldn't stand it. She signaled to Jiang San and Jiang Si, "Go kick it."
"Got it." The two boys who had been itching to do so immediately rushed forward and kicked the half-panel wooden door open.
The crying and shouting inside stopped abruptly.
After a short panic, the bare-chested man came out. Seeing it was just a few children and women, he immediately snarled, "Aren't you asking for death, daring to kick my door? You can't get away without ten or twenty silvers in compensation. Pay up!"
Jiang San spread his hands, "No money, but got a life."
"Good grief, bullying people to Liu Ergou's head." The man was furious. He carried a hoe from behind the door, "No money then pay with your life."
He lunged forward.
Jiang San was ready to kick, but saw a woman with a bruised face rush over to stop him, "Husband, you can't use your hands. You can't!"
But in the blink of an eye she was pushed back to the water trough, unable to move.
The little girl inside was only seven or eight years old. Crying, she protected her mother, "Don't hit my mother, don't hit my mother anymore."
A woman's fate, how bitter it is.
Miao Zhaoying wiped the corners of her eyes. She gestured for Jiang San and Jiang Si to rush up and knock down the cursing man to subdue him.
She then walked up and held the woman's hand to ask, "Sister, why don't you divorce? Why do you insist on enduring?"
Above all, having children and making soup, women should be respected and loved by their spouses.
A marriage certificate is a bond, but not shackles. When it should be broken, it must be broken.
"Sister..." the woman whispered, "What about my child after the divorce? I can't bear to abandon him, nor raise him in poverty. I can't be selfish and drag my child to death..."
Miao Zhaoying teared up again. She gripped the woman tightly, as if holding her former self, or herself being held by Zhang Xianglian, or Zhang Xianglian being held by Jiang Sheng in the past.
"If I can provide you with a place to live and eat, dare you divorce?"
"If I can help you survive, dare you break the shackles?"
The same tone, different voices, similar words, sounded in different times.
Jiang Sheng grinned, and Da Ya sobbed softly.
After a long time, the woman finally responded, "Okay..."
Just like Miao Zhaoying’s response.
Just like Zhang Xianglian’s response.
Just like the response of countless women who were abused in marriage.
Eventually, they will stand up.
Liu Ergou was still cursing on the side, clamoring about reporting it to the officials and beating them to death in prison.
The woman was immediately scared. Miao Zhaoying comforted her.
Da Ya wiped her tears and softly comforted the seven or eight-year-old sister.
Jiang Sheng sauntered over to Liu Ergou and suddenly felt sentimental.
She remembered when saving Miao Zhaoying, she still needed all kinds of tricks and schemes, still needed to deceive and calculate, and even went to the government twice to change slave status.
But now, she just kicked the man and softly said, "Go ahead, report it. The Crown Prince is my brother."
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