In the next half month, Wu Yonglin devoted all his energy to the construction plan of Xincao City, inviting stonemasons to survey the stone collection site, and arranged the carriages, ox carts, and personnel in advance, and were busy almost every day. Perhaps because Wu Yonglin was too arrogant, many local merchants in Chengdu smelled the smell here, and many people came to the government office to find out the news, but there were another type of people who came to cry for their parents and asked their ancestors for their ancestors. Only then did Su Kangsheng realize that asking these people's ancestors to move into a nest was the most difficult thing.

Wu Yonglin didn't see all these people, but let Su Kangsheng and Ma Wenxiang communicate outside. Su Kangsheng made military orders that the other party had to finish even if they gritted their teeth. Su Kangsheng still tried his best. In addition to some difficult nail households, they basically completed them. Of course, the compensation was finally on Wu Yonglin's shoulders. The account was really not calculated in detail. The cost of just exchanging the small people to get their ancestors was enough to build a new grass market. Don't talk about those wealthy families who were afraid of being wronged and wishing to build three palaces and six courtyards under the spring. In order to make these people willingly move graves, Wu Yonglin wrote blank checks. Once the construction of Xincao City started, the promises of that day would naturally have to be fulfilled one by one. It would probably not be enough to sell Wu Bo's old house. Wu Yonglin was really in trouble for the word "money".

Before coming to Chengdu Prefecture, he left half of the money he had to suppress the bandits along the way to Old Man Liu Li, hoping that he could make another breakthrough in the firearm. It was a bottomless pit and the firearms he had made could not be sold for the time being. After all, the method of preventing moisture from gunpowder has not been solved, and it was a completely overpaid deal. Even if he bit his tongue, he had to endure it. It was not necessary for Wu Yonglin to say that the meaning was understood and accepted. Fortunately, Yan Ping's trade route helped him reduce a lot of burden. However, Yan Ping's number of trips to Tubo and Western Shu was limited in a year. The person who continued to raise wages at the bottom of the cauldron would still be Wu Yonglin who was close to the water. Before the various situations in Chengdu were spread out, the pressure on Wu Yonglin's shoulders would only increase. If he wanted to continue to transfusion blood to Liu Li's firearms, he had to cut the mess quickly and solve the situation that seemed increasingly complicated.

The new dock can be slowed down for the time being, but it is urgent to start construction in Xincao City. The money brought by Wu Yonglin is not enough for Xincao City, a big money-eating crocodile. It is not a big problem to build a decent house there, and you have to build a few grass houses there. If you don’t know, you think you are fooling around. For deep-seated things, you can’t just say it casually. Just the expense of "sincerity" is also

It's enough for Wu Yonglin to have a pot. Wu Yonglin really couldn't think of a good idea these days. His "poor" prefect's face was getting ugly. Now the only place that could make him laugh was the only bean flower stall left. After a day or two, Wu Yonglin had to go and taste it, but it always brought a little surprise to the other party. Seeing the two widows taking care of their two children with great difficulty, Wu Yonglin really wanted to help them out of sympathy.

At the end of the Chou and the beginning of the Yin Dynasty, Wu Yonglin arranged the matters of the yamen office almost the same, and then slipped out of the small door and enjoyed the relaxed time that belonged only to him. Dan Tai Yuping was eaten by a kind of hotpot made by Wu Yonglin these days, and in addition, women often had a few days a month, and they were even more afraid to come out to see people. Seeing a pork stall in front of them, Wu Yonglin walked up...

"Hmph, it's all your bad ideas. Look how can I sell this tofu?" Liang Hongying couldn't help but start to bury the other party like a young wife, Bohen and furious.

Looking at the bright red oil-splashing hotpot on the tofu noodles, Wu Yonglin couldn't laugh. In recent days, he had figured out the temper of this Tofu sister-in-law. She was soft but not hard, and she was also blushing easily. Wu Yonglin threw a hanging pig that had just been picked from the pork stall to Liang Hongying, signaling her to deal with the thing. He found a large plate and scooped the red spicy stew that had not yet penetrated to the bottom of the tofu bucket into the large plate. He chatted with the other party slowly: "I can only take half of this responsibility for this matter. If you like to eat oil-splashing hotpot, it does not mean that everyone likes it. Those who don't like it will always have an adaptation process. Fortunately, I'm prepared today, so I'll help you make up for the merits."

Looking at Liang Hongying, who was pinching his nose and looking left and right, but he didn't know how to get the pig into the water, Wu Yonglin had to find a wooden basin, put cold water and salt, and repeatedly used a chopstick to wash the stinky pig into the water. Liang Hongying felt completely differently at this moment. The prefect who didn't want anything seemed to be too good to her. Did he know his true identity? There must be a hidden whistle around him, but after a few tests, it was not as complicated as she imagined. The other party also answered bluntly, seeing the two women pulling the two children, there was not one at home yet

It's really not easy for men. I want to help them sincerely and let them live a better life. Wu Yonglin said so. Liang Hongying, who is as hard as a stone, had to accept the other party's help. Take the matter of oil-spraying hot pot as an example. She had seen it in the Lion Building. I heard that a small can was sold for five taels of silver. Liang Hongying calculated a book. They could sell more than 200 bowls of tofu every day and collect one copper coin. In addition to the cost, they only earn 100 copper coin per day. That can be used to sell oil-spraying hot pot coin for two months. When they saw Wu Yonglin taking it out for the first time

After that, she made up her mind to sell it to the owner of the Lion Building, so that she could make a few ounces of shadows in vain. However, the wishful thinking in her eyes did not escape Wu Yonglin's eyes. She immediately removed the mud seal of the mud in front of her and asked Liang Hongying to taste it. She didn't know if it was too expensive or the thing was too good to her taste. Liang Hongying ate two big bowls of soybeans with oil and spicy food, but she was still unsatisfied. Wu Yonglin later gave her some red and beautiful "dried peppers" used to make oil and spicy food, and told her how to splash oil and spicy food, and told her to use it with confidence.

There was something in it that Liang Hongying didn't see this thing anymore. There were too many people in the stall yesterday who liked this thing, which made her busy. Today, she was determined and to save trouble, she poured a can of freshly splashed oil into the jar without blinking. The customers who came today wanted to eat a lighter tofu. Liang Hongying was stunned. Until Wu Yonglin came, a bowl of tofu had not been sold, and she offended many customers. She was so anxious that she almost cried. Seeing the figure that made her feel a complicated emotion, she calmed down at that moment.

Everything that followed was completely beyond Liang Hongying's imagination. Lord Wu borrowed a wok from the side and fryed the chopped pig with chopped green onion, ginger, minced garlic and pepper. When passers-by smelled the fragrant and smelly pig, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and had already come up to ask what was going on.

"Eat tofu with the original price, and get a pig in the water." Wu Yonglin, who was covered in sweat, patiently answered the guests who came and went.

These people originally thought they had heard it wrong. When the first person sat down at the stall and tasted the first bowl of oily and smooth benefits, the guests who usually only ate one bowl were slick and couldn't help but eat another bowl. In less than half an hour, Liang Hongying's tofu had already sold out completely.

"You have to change some tricks. No matter how delicious a thing is, you have to be tired of eating it. And the oil you make is hot. Don't put it in the bucket by yourself. Find a bowl and a spoon to put it on the table and let the customers add it themselves. In this way, if you don't like it, there will be more and more repeat customers." Wu Yonglin used the handkerchief that Liang Hongying handed him to wipe the sweat oil on his body, and taught her some tips for doing business. By the way, he pushed the last bowl of tofu with the pigs added to the water to Liang Hongying.

"Try it, how about my craft?"

Liang Hongying has also known the temper of Lord Wu these days. She is very cheerful and said that she will not be as weak as the other party. In addition, Liang Hongying really wanted to taste Lord Wu's cooking skills. Seeing the guests eating so hard that they were already greedy, she was already swallowing her saliva many times. As soon as she scooped into her mouth, a wonderful feeling spread from the taste buds on the tip of her tongue to her whole body. Like most customers, she shook her reserve. After a while, the bowl of tofu was left unsuccessfully in her stomach, and her face looked greedy.

"Can we still sell this tomorrow? I will pay for the money to buy pigs and go into the water."

"tasty?"

Liang Hongying nodded shyly, as if Wu Yonglin was embarrassed to see through her thoughts of eating pigs and mixing beans. She hurriedly turned to the pile of dirty bowls that had been cleaned up and brushed the bowls unsteadily. She now wanted to see this Lord Wu, but she was afraid that the fire in her heart would slowly be extinguished.

Now there is a clear division of labor between her and Douhua Sister. Douhua Sister is responsible for grinding tofu and taking care of two children at home during the day. Liang Hongying is responsible for selling tofu. The division of labor is clear, which saves a lot of trouble. Naturally, Wu Yonglin next to her helps her. In the end, Liang Hongying nodded. As a result, Liang Hongying can see Wu Yonglin every few days. However, Liang Hongying cannot feel any resentment towards Wu Yonglin's little cunning.

"Pigs cannot be sold frequently. Just let the guests taste the fresh food occasionally. Otherwise, you can't afford it. If the guests are so slimming their mouths, you won't sell them to eat. Instead, you will get a lot of complaints and will have an impact on your future business. As for someone asking about pigs going to water tomorrow, you will tell the customer that a pig is killed at home and that family members don't like that thing, just treat it as a benefit for the guests. As for when such benefits will be available again, you will vaguely say about the time to make them have hope in their hearts, and these repeat customers will never leave your stall again."

"You are really good at doing business, but a pity..."

"I can't help myself. My father used to think that businessmen are the best among all the ancestral schools and the best, so he forced me to take the exam and become an official. If I live with you, I will definitely open the largest restaurant in Chengdu."

The speaker was unintentional, and when he listened to it, Liang Hongying, who had a blushing face, was particularly sure of such seemingly illusory things at that moment, and even had a more corrupt official and a less successful restaurant owner in the world.

"It's not too late now." Liang Hongying said this sentence completely without thinking.

Wu Yonglin stared at her without comment and said quietly: "It's too late. I don't know when and when will I pay back the debt I owed before."

The two people maintained a long silence at the same time, thinking about their own thoughts, which seemed to form a deadlock.

"Today you go home and try rice tofu. The recipe is here. There are still many things in my office. I won't delay you, and it's easy to get gossip. Anyway, today I've been done. You should go home early and spend more time with your children. You should spend more time with your sister-in-law." Wu Yonglin first broke this embarrassing situation. After saying that, he took off the apron on his waist, whistled, and left happily. Liang Hongying and Wu Yonglin left tightly as soon as he left.

He held it in his hand, then dumped the money from the bamboo tube on the table, counted it repeatedly, and it seemed that he had made a lot of money today. A funny or tragic idea came out of Liang Hongying's mind unconsciously. After he had enough money, he settled Ping'er and his sister-in-law's family. She was about to poison the tofu and die with Wu Yonglin. As for whether she could do it at that time, her heart became increasingly blurred. This former enemy had become a soulmate who could speak.

When Wu Yonglin returned to the yamen office, Su Kangsheng had been waiting in the studio for a long time, but there was an uninvited guest sitting beside him.

"Suqiu, when did you come?"

Pang Suqiu's face turned red, Su Kangsheng deliberately pretended not to hear it, so he found an excuse and left in shame. Only then did Wu Yonglin realize that his behavior just now seemed too unlucky. In front of an outsider named Pang Shi, this completely embarrassed the other party.

Today, Pang Suqiu was wearing a simple white crepe silk skirt, with light makeup on her face, and her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, but she still couldn't wrap her beautiful figure, which was concave and convex, making Wu Yonglin couldn't help but take a look at her again.

Pang Suqiu glanced at the other party, calmed his mind, and then he said his intentions in the future: "It's not that old man can't take that face. Let me ask you. Has your relative Wu Cheng'en sent the manuscript of "Journey to the West" again? I saw that the adults seemed to be frowning, so I might as well tell you good news. The old man read the manuscript of "Journey to the West" to the shopkeeper who runs tabloids in Chengdu. They are willing to pay a high price to buy the follow-up story; but I think such a good story is cheaper than outsiders. Why don't we run tabloids by ourselves? I'll find all the craftsmen of movable type and carving versions for you. As long as you nod, everything else will be included in us."

Wu Yonglin stared at the other party with fun, as if Pang Suqiu was entrusted by someone, and he didn't say it out loud. Since everything is ready, there is no need to delay it. He said readily: "Su Qiu, since you have all come, there is no need to let you go again. This matter is decided today. However, I have a requirement. This tabloid only serializes the story. We will put some other things in later. The price cannot be too expensive. I have ready-made ones for printing the small newspaper. I will write a note later. You can just send someone to pick it up. As for the name of the tabloid, what do you think of "New Youth"?"

Pang Suqiu didn't notice that Mr. Wu would make a decision on the spot. He did things so well. He naturally had another idea about Wu Yonglin, who had arranged everything carefully, but she reacted very quickly. According to Wu Yonglin's suggestion, he added: "How many days does "New Youth" happen? How many copies should be printed in each issue?"

Wu Yonglin murmured for a while and came up with a compromise idea: "Let's try printing 200 copies first and try the effect, and then agree on it in detail later."

Pang Suqiu stared at Wu Yonglin with fun, and said in a charming manner: "Mr. Wu Chengen probably needs to write the manuscript quickly."
Chapter completed!