Jiang Sheng's words fell, and Wang Xiaosong's eyes beside lit up.
Chang Yan nodded slightly to show agreement, "There is no business of roasted duck left, You Ran House draws sustenance from the bottom of the pot, which is not proper, but they are also for their own profits."
Jiang Sheng understood that although Zheng Ruqian cooperated with You Ran House a lot, except that sausage was more needed by You Ran House, other things were dispensable.
If he really broke up with You Ran House, it would be unpleasant for both parties, but Zheng Ruqian would definitely be greatly hurt.
Fortunately, there was Jiuzhen Store in Fengjing, even if he really broke up with You Ran House in the future, it wouldn't be a total loss.
Speaking of Jiuzhen Store, Jiang Sheng thought of Wen's Clinic next door again, and Wang Xiaozhu in the clinic.
"Brother Xiaosong, let's go to Tian Street Corner together." She looked up calmly and said, "I'll just go and see how the pastry shop is doing, you can see Sister Xiaozhu."
The siblings who had been separated for half a year, how could they not miss each other.
As for the cart full of dried green beans... Jiang Sheng soon made a decision, "Take them first, give them to You Ran House if they want, if not we can also sell them to others."
If they really couldn't sell, just wait for Zheng Ruqian to come back to discuss.
After making a decision, they fed the horses, got on the cart, and drove into the prosperous and bustling Tian Street Corner.
From the Imperial College to Tian Street Corner, it was basically the rich and noble area of Fengjing.
But the Imperial College was filled with students, surrounded mostly by buildings, either lived in by rich families, or specially rented to rich households from other places, belonging to low-key and inconspicuous.
Going to Tian Street Corner, there were more shops, more commoners coming and going, and the riches of Fengjing were gradually revealed.
If Wang Xiaosong's mouth opened like an "o" when he first arrived in Fengjing, when he arrived at Tian Street Corner it became "0", and when he saw the magnificent three-story restaurant, young masters and ladies dressed in silk and satin, his chin almost detached from his head.
When he finally arrived at Jiuzhen Store, perhaps because of the magnificence he had seen along the way, he actually felt that the four rented shops costing a full eight hundred taels here were nothing special.
Quite simple.
The carriage was stopped and tied to a wooden stake, Wang Xiaosong had just got off the carriage, and saw his serious sister shuttling back and forth at the clinic door.
In half a year of not seeing each other, Wang Xiaozhu had grown taller, more mature, and more beautiful.
A fifteen-year-old young lady who should have grown up under the shelter of her parents, chatting with neighbors on both sides about marriage, preparing sufficient dowries for her wedding.
But their parents both died, helpless, although fortunately they met the host family, but if they wanted something they still had to earn it with their own hands.
Wang Xiaosong looked at his own hands that had developed calluses from long journeys, and stared at his increasingly beautiful sister, chuckling foolishly twice.
"Xiaozhu."
With a soulful call, Wang Xiaozhu almost spilled the medicinal materials she was holding, she looked up and found that the person she had been missing for half a year had come.
Siblings who were separated were of course longing for each other.
But their restrained personalities and gentle habits only made Wang Xiaozhu glance at her brother twice, then lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "You've come."
"Well, I’m here." Wang Xiaosong smiled foolishly.
Jiang Sheng was anxious for them on the sidelines, if the second brother came back, she would definitely pounce on the second brother like a purse.
Looking at this pair of siblings, after saying hello to each other, they actually went about their own business.
Wang Xiaozhu continued to deliver medicinal materials to Wen Zhiyun, teach medical women to massage and identify acupoints for acupuncture and moxibustion.
Wang Xiaosong scratched his head, did not disturb his sister, but turned into the host family's Jiuzhen Store, looking left and right curiously. When he saw some pastries as expensive as three hundred wen per catty, his hand that had reached in silently shrank back behind him.
"Brother Xiaosong, just take whatever you want to eat." Jiang Sheng said casually while looking at the books, "They were all made by my aunt."
Wang Xiaosong took two more steps back, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
He didn't dare to eat, he really didn't dare.
He still remembered that the osmanthus cake in Shili Town only cost ten cents a catty, just right to be bundled up as gifts when visiting relatives and friends.
It was slightly more expensive in Xieyang County, about fifteen cents or so.
He hadn't eaten pastries in Anshui Prefecture anymore, but in Wang Xiaosong's memory, at most it was only twenty or thirty cents a catty.
How could it jump to three hundred cents a catty when he arrived in Fengjing.
Although the pastries were exquisite in shape and more fragrant and tempting in taste, Wang Xiaosong became more and more afraid, not only losing his appetite, but feeling like the jujube cake in his palm was like a hot potato, unable to throw it or hold onto it.
Beside him Jiang Sheng was still puzzled.
Chang Yan sighed lightly and said unhurriedly, "Do you still remember that a candied haws stick in Shili Town only cost two cents to buy, and when it got to Anshui Prefecture it became five cents, how much did it increase to in Fengjing, do you know?"
Wang Xiaosong shook his head blankly.
"Twenty cents." Chang Yan said lightly, "Ten times that of Shili Town, four times that of Anshui Prefecture."
The prosperous city needed economy to support, and also needed economy to drive development.
When money became more and more, money also became worthless.
Just like the wages of casual workers in the workshop, Anshui Prefecture only required five cents a day, while Fengjing could not be lower than forty cents, and had to increase over time, currently reaching fifty or sixty cents.
"Don't worry about eating a mere forty-cent pastry." Chang Yan smiled lightly, "If you're still afraid, go to You Ran House with Jiang Sheng to take a look."
The difference between Fengjing and Anshui Prefecture was fully demonstrated in You Ran House.
A shop with the same name, also as the highest level restaurant in the city, Anshui Prefecture's You Ran House could at most be called wealthy, while Fengjing's You Ran House had to be described as "magnificent", "carved railings and jade decorations", "golden and dazzling".
Especially the full three floors of height directly stunned Wang Xiaosong, making him crane his neck to stare blankly.
"We're here." Jiang Sheng got off the carriage shaft and lined up to wait for someone to tie up the horses and feed them.
In front of her was an aristocratic family, their carriage was three times bigger than hers, pulled by three horses, which was now stopped at the door of You Ran House.
The maids got off first, holding a mounting block and placing it on the side of the carriage, then reached out to help an old lady with silver hair get off.
Jiang Sheng couldn't see her appearance clearly, but she could feel her upbringing and composure. The old lady walked into You Ran House, greeted respectfully by the head waiter and invited in.
Soon the big carriage was pulled away, Jiang Sheng drove the horse to the wooden stake in front and tied it up, then walked briskly into You Ran House.
She was young and quick on her feet, one step matching three of the old lady's.
When she entered the lobby of You Ran House, she just happened to hear the conversation between the old lady and the head waiter.
The usually arrogant head waiter bowed and scraped, "Old Madam, why did you come to You Ran House, do you want to dine or just relax?"
The aged but gentle voice asked, "How's the news I asked you to send to the Yu Ran House in the capital? Has the child been found?"
