nucmednet Chapter 227: Holding a grudge
Chapter 227: Holding a grudge
Lu Chengjing let it pinch him quietly, and even silently adjusted the angle.
Shang Wan suppressed his laughter, and after satisfying his desire to touch his hand, he continued to talk about business: "Boss Zhong has sent me a letter to urge me, asking me when Qionghua Restaurant will close down."
"When do you want it?"
"Just these two days, we can't keep it for the New Year." Shang Wan leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyelids lazily. "Zhongli really holds a grudge. Qiao Yugui got drunk and broke one of his cups at the banquet, and he remembered it right away."
Shang Wan bought this news from Chen Cai.
Not long after the news was bought, Qiao Yuguai used a trick on the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion for the second time. If Lu Chengjing had not discovered something wrong, the medicinal materials in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion would probably be deadly.
Faced with such a generous gift, Shang Wan must of course give a good return.
God knows how big the psychological trauma is for those guests who find a dead rat in the soup when they are dining in a restaurant.
Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.
From then on, the business of Qionghua Restaurant plummeted, and even after the prices of dishes were reduced, it still failed to attract many customers.
At this time, Baoyuezhai emerged as a dark horse with more exquisite and delicious dishes, lower prices, and daily specials. It immediately snatched away the customers of Qionghua Restaurant, and they never came back.
Until now, no one knows who the owner of Baoyuezhai is, but in just two months, Baoyuezhai has become the most popular restaurant in the city.
In contrast, the Qionghua Restaurant is a desolate scene with few customers.
Logically, if there were no customers, Qionghua Restaurant should have closed down long ago. But I don’t know if Qiao Yuguai wanted to disgust Zhongli or Shang Wan, so he didn’t close the restaurant even though he was losing money, and just entertained those three or two kittens all day long.
Moreover, he kept making small moves, both overtly and covertly, but he didn't leave any fatal evidence.
People are willing to pay money to run an empty shell, and Shang Wan really has no other choice. He can't really destroy the restaurant or kill Qiao Yuguai, right?
The shopkeeper is a serious businessman and would not do such a violent thing.
However, Boss Zhong was very dissatisfied with this.
The cup was broken in the Qionghua Restaurant. He would not be able to get over the anger until the Qionghua Restaurant collapsed.
In order to appease the God of Wealth, Shang Wan had no choice but to use his trump card.
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Zhuangzi had three hundred acres of land at the foot of a cliff, all planted with medicinal herbs.
These were purchased by Shang Wan in order to cover up the existence of the spiritual field, and he almost emptied his family's savings at the time.
Unlike reclaimed wasteland, as long as you take good care of the farmland, you won’t have trouble selling it when you want to.
The people in the village were all ready-made. Except for some who were cunning and did not do their work, Shang Wan kept the rest.
Shang Wan spent a lot of money to hire someone to train the people on the farm on the knowledge of herbal cultivation. Only when it was almost ready did he gradually plant herbs on all the land on the farm.
Ordinary fields are not like spiritual fields, and they cannot produce in just a few days. For this reason, Shang Wan specially bought a batch of good quality medicinal materials from other places to cover his spiritual fields.
These medicinal herbs are made into various ointments and powders, and the effects are not much different when used with spiritual spring water.
Although it cost a lot, at least the origin of the medicinal materials was concealed.
Once the farm starts producing medicinal herbs, Shang Wan will no longer have to purchase large quantities of them from other places, nor will he have to watch his hard-earned money flow into other people's pockets.
"Shopkeeper, we're here."
As the voice came, the carriage stopped.
Shang Wan opened her eyes from Lu Chengjing's arms and yawned with her hands covering her mouth.
It was cold in winter, and she was too lazy to move unless it was necessary.
Lu Chengjing reached out to help her straighten her cloak, then handed her the hand warmer and asked in a gentle voice, "Shall I carry you in?"
"Don't." Shang Wan stood up and walked out of the carriage holding the hand warmer.
The last time Lu Chengjing did this, everyone in the village came up to congratulate her.
When I asked, I found out that everyone thought she was pregnant.
It’s only been a few days since the wedding was consummated, how can it start to sprout?
Shang Wan was shocked enough and refused to be misunderstood again.
It was snowing heavily today and people in the farm were resting in their houses. Upon hearing that Shang Wan and Lu Chengjing had arrived, Manager Dai hurriedly brought the two of them out to greet them.
"Boss, it's snowing heavily. Why are you here at this time? Be careful not to get cold."
Manager Dai held the umbrella over Shang Wan's head, and Lu Chengjing raised his hand to take it, "I'll do it."
Manager Dai glanced at him and silently let go of his hand.
Shang Wan nodded slightly to the others as a greeting.
"How is Zhuangzi?"
"Everything is fine." Steward Dai put his hands down and said, "All the herbs that can be harvested in the fields have been harvested before the snow came. I was worried that the heavy snow would collapse the roof, so I took people to sweep it again in the middle of the night yesterday. There is also enough charcoal in the farm, which is enough for boiling water, cooking and keeping warm."
Shang Wan glanced at the roof in front of him and found that there was indeed not much snow on it.
She looked at Manager Dai and said, "Everyone has worked hard these days. Tell the accountant to double the monthly salary this month, make an extra set of winter clothes for the people on the farm, double the festival bonus, and slaughter a few more pigs and sheep. You can divide the money according to their daily performance, so that everyone can have a good New Year."
Shopkeeper Dai smiled happily and said, "I would like to thank you for the reward on behalf of everyone."
Others also bowed and echoed: "Thank you for the reward, Boss."
Shang Wan waved his hand to signal everyone to stand up and asked, "Where is Mr. Duanmu?"
"The master is enjoying the snow in the pavilion in the garden," said Steward Dai, and then added, "The young lady wants to eat hot pot, and the kitchen is preparing it."
Speaking of hotpot, Shang Wan feels that this kind of winter is indeed suitable for eating hotpot.
She smiled and said, "Ask the kitchen to prepare more, clean the mutton, slice it thinner so it's easier to eat with a dipping sauce, and warm up a pot of Lihuabai."
"As for mutton offal, stew it as Xiaohuan taught you and add some radishes. Radishes are good for winter."
Manager Dai agreed to all the requests and ran to the kitchen to give the instructions himself.
The snow on the road had been cleared and gravel had been sprinkled on it to prevent slipping, and the boots made a crunching sound when they stepped on it.
Shang Wan and the other person walked all the way to the garden. The red umbrella was covered with snowflakes, which fell down when it tilted to the side.
Shang Wan reached out and touched an icicle hanging under the eaves, broke it off and played with it a few times, but he felt cold even through his gloves, so he quickly threw it into the bushes.
Lu Chengjing smiled helplessly and handed over the hand warmer.
Shang Wan held the hand warmer in both hands, breathing out white air as he spoke, "After the New Year, let's hire a teacher to teach Yuanyuan."
The little guy is becoming more and more naughty and courageous. Shang Wan feels that it is time to let the baby experience the charm of going to school.
Lu Chengjing hesitated: "Is it too early?"
"She will be two years old after the Chinese New Year. Didn't you also start learning at the age of two?" Shang Wan turned to look at him. "Originally, you could have started learning Yuanyuan, but you have to prepare for the provincial examination next year, so you don't have that much time."
If not for this, Shang Wan would not have thought of inviting a teacher.
Lu Chengjing was worried because his daughter was different from ordinary people and was very young. It would be bad if she told others something.
He said, "What can a two-year-old learn? A teacher can't follow her all the time. I will teach her without wasting time."