Reborn in Dunhuang, I am farming and doing business in the desert

The teenagers rushed to stop them, and the guards rushed over to separate them: "Stop making trouble! Today's emergency lights are sold out, but there will be more tomorrow. If you want to buy some, come back tomorrow."

Shen Zhao frowned, somewhat confused about the boys' actions.

Because she had gone to the warehouse and clearly saw quite a few emergency lights and matches, so how could she say they were gone?

Dong Wufeng pulled Shen Zhao's sleeve and whispered, "Ah Zhao, Grandfather said that emergency lights must be sold with other goods. If someone only buys emergency lights and does not buy other goods, let them wait for a day."

Shen Zhao:.
Sure enough, ginger is still spicy.

Next, all the merchants who failed to buy emergency lights were stationed on the other side of the official road. They had their own caravans and tents, so they didn't want to waste money staying in an inn.

The teenagers didn't care about them because their relatives or parents and sisters had set up food stalls in the open space across the official road, selling wontons, naan and meals.

Shen Zhao stood at the door of the inn and looked across the official road. He saw that it was bustling with people. There were garrison soldiers setting up stalls and vendors selling fodder and vegetables. It was even more crowded than a market.

Looking back at my own inn, the three rooms were packed with people. Fortunately, there were people sent by the county government to guard it, so it was not messy and everyone was lining up.

How about recruiting a few more people?
Or build another showroom and add more varieties of goods, surely business will be better.

So Shen Zhao told his father and second brother his intention and asked them to take charge of the matter.

A few days later, Shen Ang brought a group of craftsmen and started building three large houses next to the inn.

The walls of the house are made of rammed earth, with mortise and tenon wood and tiles on top. Since the family had plenty of money, it was built in just three months.

Along with the three stores, two rows of guest rooms and stables were also completed, separating them from the warehouse residence on this side into two courtyards.

In this way, the inn will be easier to manage, and we can also hire a few women who can cook.

It’s September now, which is also the season for harvesting sweet potatoes and potatoes.

Every household began to dig sweet potatoes and potatoes, and under the guidance of Shen Zhao, they sliced the sweet potatoes and dried them as food reserves.

The climate in the northwest is dry, and sweet potato chips will not get moldy even if they are scattered on the ground, so every household has several sacks of dried sweet potatoes.

Of course, the villagers also stored some sweet potatoes to make porridge. Combined with cornmeal porridge, it was simply a delicacy.

As for potatoes, there are many ways to eat them. They can be boiled or used in dishes.

There are also corn stalks and sweet potato vines, which can not only be used for burning firewood, but also as feed for cattle and sheep. For this reason, every household in Anle Township bought a few sheep.

The young men who did business in the inn all became rich. Each of them took out money to build a new house for their family. Some even married wives or bought horses.

Shen Zhao made a fortune, of course, most of the money came from the emperor's offerings.

Because she would receive several bronze artifacts and precious silks every few days, and then sell them in the bronze mirror shop, earning millions of dollars at a time.

In return, she would buy some medical medicines from the mall and send them over, or send over a few sensory flying dolls for the little princes and princesses to play with.

One day, Shen Zhao summoned another silk thread, and saw a letter and a jade pendant tied to the thread.

When I opened the letter, I saw that the words on it were sometimes big and sometimes small, as if it was a child's handwriting.

After reading the letter, Shen Zhao finally understood what was going on. It turned out that this was really a wish from a seven-year-old child. He said that his mother was ill and always had a fever and cough, but he could not get the magic medicine from his father. So he took advantage of the guards' inattention, quietly ran to the altar, stole a silk thread and tied it to his jade pendant, hoping to get the mercy of the community god and cure his mother's illness.

Shen Zhao was both amused and confused, so he bought some medicine and wrote a letter telling him the dosage, and sent it together with a silk thread.

Afterwards, he picked up the jade pendant, looked at it, put it on the shop shelf, and listed it at a high price of 9.99 million.

This is her way of storing things. Most people would not be stupid enough to buy a product that is not worth the price.

Another two months passed, and it was almost the twelfth lunar month.

It suddenly started snowing heavily, and there were fewer merchants on the road.

The young men in the inn also had some free time, so they closed three shops and only left one for guests. Several people gathered around the stove to roast lamb and sweet potatoes.

Mr. Dong sat on the warm kang and kept accounts. He calculated the money he and his grandson earned that year, and it turned out to be as much as 100,000 yuan.

With this money, he planned to find a wife for his grandson or send him to live in the capital.

When his grandson brought the spicy lamb skewers, Mr. Dong waved to him and said, "Wufeng, sit on the kang and talk to grandpa."

Dong Wufeng responded, took off his shoes, sat down at the table on the kang, and pulled the small quilt over his legs.

Mr. Dong picked up a sizzling lamb skewer and took a bite. He said to his grandson, "Wufeng, would you mind sending me to the capital? Your two aunts are both in the capital, and your uncle's family has some connections. They may be able to help you get into the government."

Although the Dong family was convicted that year, their married daughter was not affected, so he wanted his grandson to live with his daughter.

As long as he has money, it will be no problem for my grandson to get a small official position in the capital.

"No." Dong Wufeng shook his head and picked up a kebab to eat: "Unless you also return to Beijing."

Mr. Dong didn't want to go back: "No, your grandfather can earn 100,000 yuan a year. Where in Beijing can compare to this place?"

After staying in the inn for a year, he finally understood the meaning of life. What's the point of poetry, songs and literary spirit? How can it be as joyful as counting money?
Moreover, the scenery here is pleasant, and I have planted many fruit trees and saplings. I would be reluctant to leave without seeing them bloom and bear fruit.

"Why should I leave if you're not leaving anyway?" Dong Wufeng often dealt with merchants and young friends, and his temperament became much more cheerful. He spoke frankly and didn't beat around the bush with his grandfather.

Mr. Dong blinked and said, "Since you are not leaving, then Grandfather will find you a wife so that the Dong family can have more children sooner rather than later."

Dong Wufeng paused and shook his head repeatedly: "No! Brother Shen Heng hasn't even married yet. I'm only sixteen years old. I don't want to get married so early!"

"What do you mean you're only sixteen? Your grandfather also got married at the age of sixteen!" Mr. Dong glared at his grandson in dissatisfaction: "And A Gua and the others all got married this year, why don't you compete with them?"

Dong Wufeng didn't want to listen to his grandfather's twisted logic, so he jumped off the kang, put on his cotton shoes and ran out of the house.

"You little bastard! Come back! I haven't finished yet!" Mr. Dong shouted from behind.

However, the grandson ignored him and ran straight to the store.

At this time, the door curtain was lifted, and a woman in her thirties came in with a bowl of rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice. She smiled and said, "Sir, please have some sweet soup. I just cooked it."

Mr. Dong looked at the woman and frowned: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?" (End of this chapter)