I opened a restaurant in ancient times

Chapter 2

Zhang Qiao was sitting in the yard chopping firewood. Because it was summer and the weather was extremely hot, Zhang Qiao was sweating a lot.

Zhang Qiao saw a figure out of the corner of his eyes, and when he looked over, he found that it was Zhao Heng, so he wiped his sweat and waved to Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng? You're here, come in quickly."

Zhao Heng nodded and walked slowly to Beside Zhang Qiao, he stretched out his hand and handed him the bowls and chopsticks he had used before: "Brother Zhang, I just came here, don't know where there is a place to work? The wasteland allocated to me by the government has not yet been opened up, and my family has no food to eat."

Zhao Heng was able to say this because he had considered it himself. Although they didn't know that the government had issued a resettlement fee of 3 taels of silver, 3 taels of silver was neither too much nor too little in terms of the level of consumption in this village.

But guarding against others is essential, who knows if there will be some rogues staring at him? Now he is just a refugee and has not yet established a firm foothold in Dahe Village.

It's better to keep a low profile, first follow Zhang Qiao to work, and get to know the people in Dahe Village and the surrounding villages.

People always have to make friends when they go to a new place. Besides, he has to do business, and he will have to trouble them to do something in the future.

Zhang Qiao looked at the man in front of him. They were probably about the same age. Although the two were about the same height, they were not tall, strong, and sturdy. Zhao Heng looked like a weak scholar.

Zhang Qiao smiled honestly: "You have found the right person. Now, Mr. Li from Lijia Village next door is just about to build a yard to escape the summer, and he is recruiting workers."

He looked at Zhao Heng and was a little suspicious: "You Body bones, can you do it?"

Zhao Heng: "..." I can!

"Jianyuanzi is a physical labor, and you can't stand it because you are weak. Don't exhaust your body just because you are in a hurry to make money." Zhang Qiao looked at his expression, a little worried.

Although Zhao Heng is a refugee, he looks like someone who has read books. His temperament is not something that a peasant who spends all day digging in the fields can have.

Besides, I was coughing when I first went to see him. Even if you are not a scholar, you can't abuse your body like this!

"It's alright, I can do a small job. If I really can't stand it, I will quit my job."

Zhao Heng thought to himself, although this body was really weak when he woke up, he was not sick, he was just exhausted from running around for days. , the cough is also a long time without drinking water, the throat is too dry.

After arriving at Dahe Village, the original owner just bought a dilapidated house with 200 wen, then lay down and slept for a day. When he woke up from hunger, he became the current Zhao Heng. After resting for so long, Zhao Heng felt that his health was very good now.

Zhang Qiao saw that he was indeed much better, and he no longer coughed, so he stopped blocking. Such a young man should have an idea himself, and there is no need for outsiders to tell him.

"Tomorrow I'll go with a few people from our village, and I'll call you at Yin Shi tomorrow morning, okay?"

Hearing this, Zhao Heng smiled: "Sure, then I'll be at home tomorrow and wait for you to call me. From the room came a voice that sounded like a middle-aged woman: "

Daqiao, who are you talking to outside? We have someone coming?"

Zhang Qiao raised his voice: "It's the one who just moved to our house. Little brother, he brought the bowl over."

There was a rustling, like the sound of someone putting on shoes, "Oh, why are you here?" An aunt came out and looked at forty or fifty years old.

"Daqiao, hurry up and get a stool and let someone sit down."

Zhang Qiao complied and got up and went to the house to get a stool.

"What's the guy's name? How old are you? Is there a marriage partner?"

"My name is Zhao Heng, I am seventeen this year, and I have never been married." Zhao Heng carefully recalled the original owner's memory and determined that the body was seventeen. He was only twenty-three years old in his previous life, and he was still young.

Zhao Heng thought to himself, what's the matter with the tone like the outdated elders urging marriage? Could it be that this aunt is Zhang Qiao's mother?

Before he could think too much, Zhang Qiao had come out of the room with two stools in his hands. When he walked to Zhao Heng, he handed one to Zhao Heng and the other to Zhang's mother.

"In the future, I will trouble Aunt Zhang to take care of her in our village." Zhao Heng sat down after watching Mother Zhang sit down.

"Yes, yes, Daqiao is the same age as you, you should know more in the future."

Zhang's mother looked at this young man with a scholar-like appearance, and was so polite, thinking that she would not be a troublemaker.

Zhang Qiao suddenly said, "Mother, I will go to work at Master Li's house tomorrow, and Zhao Heng will go with me then."

Mother Zhang looked at Zhang Qiao in surprise, and then turned to ask Zhao Heng, "You are going too. Mr. Li's house to work? That work is not easy."

Zhao Heng smiled: "It's okay, I have agreed with Zhang Qiao, and we will go together tomorrow."

"That's fine, you can come to the village and follow the bridge to get to know the village. It's fine."

Mother Zhang nodded and whispered to Zhao Heng: "Don't hurt yourself because of work when you're young, or you'll have a problem when you're old."

After sitting at Zhang's house and talking for a while, Zhao Heng spoke. He got up and said goodbye: "Aunt Zhang, I'll go first, I have something to do in a couple of days."

"Don't delay your work, let's go!" Mother Zhang and Zhang Qiao got up and escorted him to the door.

Except for the Zhang family, Zhao Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When talking to Zhang Qiao's mother, he always took a breath and did not dare to do whatever he wanted, as if he was talking to the leader before.

Back home, Zhao Heng began to think about how to open his own shop.

First of all, if there is not so much money, even if the original body's resettlement fee is used, it is impossible to rent a shop. Just start with the stalls.

Where to put it and what to buy have become issues that Zhao Heng has to consider. Zhao Heng bowed his head. It seemed that he would have to go to the town another day to observe the terrain. As a cook himself, it was naturally more secure to sell food.

As for what to buy, you still have to think twice before deciding. The original body has never been to this place in his memory. Zhao Heng still doesn't know the tastes that the residents of this place like, so he doesn't dare to be casual.

But there should be no one who doesn't like biscuits, which have been eaten since ancient times. If you start from this aspect, it should open up sales.

I brought all the slag cakes, thousand-layer cakes, sauce-flavored cakes, and shortbread cakes from the previous life. There are all kinds of sweet and salty ones, so I am not afraid that they will not be able to capture the stomachs of the people of Dachu.

Thinking so, Zhao Heng secretly made up his mind: The plan to make money must be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

Near noon, Zhao Heng decided to solve his stomach problem first.

He found a tattered basket from a corner. Zhao Heng reached out and patted it. The ashes were all over the floor. He thought it was thrown away by the owner who lived here before.

There was a big hole in the bottom of the basket, and there was nothing to hold, so Zhao Heng threw the basket away.

Zhao Heng carefully recalled the memory of the original owner. He originally planned to go to the wasteland that the government gave him to see if there was anything to eat, but he didn't expect that in the memory of the original owner, the wasteland was really a wasteland.

I had no choice but to try my luck at the foot of the mountain. I heard from Aunt Zhang that hunters often come to the mountain to hunt. Generally, as long as the villagers do not go deep into the forest, there is no danger if they are only at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Heng didn't want to trouble Aunt Zhang's family again, so he wondered if he could find some wild vegetables and mushrooms at the foot of the mountain.

Following the few memories, Zhao Heng climbed over a small hillside.

There is a small river not far from the hillside. It doesn't look very wide, so it should be called a creek rather than a river.

The gurgling water is flowing slowly, and there are a few willow trees beside the creek, which are erected on the bank.

If a scholar saw this scene, he would probably write a poem on the spot.

Zhao Heng was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at the moment, he was staring intently at the small fish moving quickly in the creek. When everyone in the village is rich, these fish can live safely until now.

The original owner only left two sets of clothes, and he can't be full. Zhao Heng took off his shoes and rolled up his trousers. He slowly descended into the stream, and the stream was running against his feet, cool and comfortable.

The fish was frightened and fled everywhere, the water splashes from the slippery body were everywhere, and some water droplets even splashed on Zhao Heng's face.

With a "pop", Zhao Heng threw the caught fish on the shore, turned around and continued to catch another.

Just as he was engrossed in fishing, an arrow feather came out of the sky and made a "swoosh" sound. The arrow brushed Zhao Heng's arm and stabbed straight behind Zhao Heng.

The sharp feather arrow made a "swoosh" sound, and Zhao Heng broke out in a cold sweat, and the fish he was about to catch took the opportunity to slip away.

He raised his head and saw a thin figure of a young man. Due to the backlight, he couldn't see the face of the person who came. The sunlight stabbed him and narrowed his eyes.

When the person came closer, he could see the person's face clearly. The young man has a handsome face, a red mole between his eyebrows, and a healthy wheat complexion. In modern times, he is also a cute little brother who makes star-chasing girls smile lovingly.

He was dressed in an indigo-colored bunt, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and a wooden quiver behind his back, with a few arrows sporadically inserted in it, and the sharp arrows gleamed in the sun.

The young man suddenly said, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Heng was a little strange. With such a tone, does he know him?

Seeing Zhao Heng's doubts, the young man took the initiative to ask, "You are the refugee who came to Dahe Village?"

"Yes, it's me, my name is Zhao Heng, have you met me?" Zhao Heng did not remember that he had met this person before. .

"The land that the government gave you yesterday is right next to my house." The young man said, walking towards Zhao Heng and putting the bow and arrow behind his back.

The government assigned him to Dahe Village, and naturally also considered the livelihood of the refugees. The land allocated to the refugees has a time limit, and after one year, they have to pay to rent and buy it.

This is also the genius of the government. If you are a diligent person, no matter what, you will definitely earn some money within a year. If you want to use this money to rent a larger piece of land locally, there is no problem. Such measures also prevent some villains or rascals from trying to take advantage.

After a pause, the young man took a step back, jumped neatly over the stream, and went straight to the willow tree by the river and folded a wicker.

Zhao Heng's eyes changed following the boy's footsteps, and finally settled on the dead body of the snake by the stream.

With a triangular head and brightly colored body, it is a poisonous snake.

Just now, was that boy who saved him?

Zhao Heng quickly went ashore and thanked the young man, "Thank you for saving me, do you know your name?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at him strangely, crouched down some distance from the snake corpse, and used wicker to test it.

Without getting his answer, Zhao Heng was a little embarrassed for a while, and hurriedly put on his shoes and walked in front of the boy.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Heng was pushed two steps away by the young man, staggering to his feet. He wasn't angry when he arrived, but he didn't understand why the boy pushed him.

Before he had time to speak, he saw that the snake, which had just been clearly dead, bounced up again. The snake's mouth was huge, and the two fangs were extremely sharp, and they were directly stuck on the boy's arm.

The boy grabbed the snake's seven inches with his uninjured hand, and threw it to the ground. His shoes stomped on the snake's head, killing the snake.

The indigo-colored sleeves had already seeped blood, and the pain made the boy's ruddy face pale, and his lips trembled involuntarily.