The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm

Chapter 34

Finally, the purchasing managers of the big families also arrived one after another. Wu Maoqian couldn't compete with them, so he stopped purchasing.

When they met again, there were already seven or eight full sacks lying at the feet of Wu Maoqian and Wu Miaoyu. Zhang Wuliang and Zhang Zhenwen also had a lot of things in their hands.

At this time, Liangzi, as Wu Miaoyu called him, came late with two people holding ropes and shoulder poles. Zhang Wuliang took a look and thought, wow, they are still acquaintances. Aren't they Huzi and Damao who took them to find Wu Maoqian before?

"Big brother" "Big brother" three people called Wu Maoqian in turn.

Wu Maoqian nodded: "You came just in time, move all these things back home."

Then he looked at Zhang Wuliang: "Ningyuan, I want to send these things back home first, what do you think?"

Zhang Wuliang nodded, looked around, and found a tavern not far away. They were hungry, too: "Let's go there and sit for a while, and you can find us there when you come back."

"Ruyi Restaurant?" Wu Maoqian asked after looking over his shoulder.

"Yes" Zhang Wuliang nodded: "Come over early after moving, I'll treat you to dinner."

"That's great" Wu Maoqian grinned: "I'll definitely go over there as soon as I finish moving."

Then Wu Maoqian and Wu Miaoyu each carried a load, and several younger ones carried or hugged the goods Wu Maoqian had looted and transported them home.

Zhang Wuliang and Zhang Zhenwen also took their things and ran to Ruyi Restaurant. As soon as they entered the door, a waiter came up to greet them: "Dear guests, are you here for a meal or to stay overnight?"

"Dear guests," Zhang Wuliang said, "Find us a quiet private room."

"Okay!" The waiter's enthusiasm increased a little: "Dear guests, please go upstairs!"

Zhang Wuliang and his friends were led to a private room at the end of the stairs. It was not big, with windows facing the street. The room was bright and clean. There was a dining table, a table for putting things, and several shelves for flower pots. It was far from other diners' private rooms and the environment was quiet.

Zhang Wuliang put down his things and nodded with satisfaction. Seeing this, the waiter was relieved: "Dear guests, please take a seat. The wall shows the dishes of our restaurant. Can you see what you need?"

The waiter pointed to a wall with twenty or thirty wooden signs and said with a little pride in his tone.

The two of them found a stool and sat down. Following the waiter's finger, they saw a lot of black-on-red signs on the wall. Zhang Wuliang exclaimed, "Your restaurant has so many dishes?"

The waiter was very satisfied with his reaction. You know, the large number of dishes has always been the golden signboard of their Ruyi Restaurant.

But he still pretended to be modest and said, "These are all the chefs who have nothing to do. The guests like them, so they hang them up. It's not worth mentioning. If you like anything, just order it."

Zhang Wuliang nodded, stared at the wall for a while, and suddenly asked, "By the way, when I participated in the Lantern Festival this year, I was lucky enough to eat a snack called iron plate tofu. It was delicious and made me and my brother miss it very much. It's a pity that I couldn't find it when I came to the town this time. I wonder if your restaurant sells it?"

Zhang Zhenwen, who was studying the menu, turned his head and looked at him, with an inexplicable look, and then turned his head to continue staring at the menu on the wall.