CH 72.3

Xu He was very happy to learn that a large batch of goods had been sold. Today, when Chen Si came back from slaughtering pigs, he went next door to buy two pieces of pig livers. These days, the gynura bicolor in the vegetable field at home were tender and hadn’t been bitten by insects. He picked a handful of the gynura bicolor tips and fried it with pig livers.

The couple didn't go to the tea shed for dinner at night, they cooked and ate at home. It had been a long time since the two of them had dinner alone. It was a bit deserted but also kind of warm.

Two days later, Zhang Fangyuan packed all Song Yong's goods into boxes, and when the merchant came to receive the goods and he could do an inventory count.     

"Brother Zhang, you should pay more attention recently. I heard that many people are eyeing your business."

At noon, Zhang Fangyuan was going to the stall to order something to eat, however at this time An San'er went to the shop to buy toothbrushes for the girls in the building. Since he bought a lot, so Zhang Fangyuan gave him some benefits. The two of them didn't meet for a while, and there were no customers at noon, so he put the sign of the shop closed and found a small restaurant to eat some side dishes.

After a few glasses of wine, An San'er's face was full of envy. He heard that Zhang Fangyuan started to do business a long time ago, but he didn't realize that he was doing so well. Now Zhang Fangyuan was doing business and running a shop, and he could only be a thug in the flower house, how could he not be envious.

Holding the cup, Zhang Fangyuan looked at the man's cheek flushed from drinking, and he was already a little drunk, but he also believed what he said.

He knew that An San'er was well-informed in the city, so it was not a hypothesis. Besides, when the business was booming, others could see it. Just like when Xu He was selling lo mei in the stall, when he earned money, some people were greedy and want a sharea cup of soup.

[一杯羹 yī bēi gēng: lit. a cup of soup; fig. to get part of the profits; one's share of the action]

It was normal for someone to begin to stir. If no one paid attention, then something was wrong.

[蠢蠢欲动 chǔn chǔn yù dòng: to begin to stir (idiom); to get restless; to become threatening]

Even though he was prepared in his heart, Zhang Fangyuan couldn't help but poured the whole cup of wine into his mouth and swallowed it all. It was only a little more than three months, and some people couldn't sit still.

Zhang Fangyuan put down his wine cup: "Do you know who it is?"

"There are so many people staring at your business, it’s hard to confirm who is it. It's really hard to earn money if you think about it."

Zhang Fangyuan responded, well, whatever you did, it was not so easy to earn this money. In order to reduce costs, he and Xu He ran around a lot. If others wanted to do it, they had to estimate the cost.

After eating and drinking the wine, Zhang Fangyuan was not in a hurry to go back to the shop, but first went to the room where he used herbal medicine to make tooth powder.

After a month of peace and harmony, it entered the twelfth lunar month.

The duck eggs hatched by Xu He earlier were carefully raised with the warm charcoal fire. Finally, the shells were broken. The little things got out of the eggshells. The ducklings were very small, and their hairs were wet and sticky, and they were lying in the nest and screaming.

And on Tianjie road in the city, a string of firecrackers sounded, and a new shop opened.