The next morning, it was still before dawn.

Cui Bantou brought a group of post offices to Xiagou Village early, while eating breakfast, waiting for 10,000 buns to be released.

Xi Yunfei did not sleep too late, so he also sat aside, drinking millet porridge, eating steamed buns, and accompanying him.

Cui Ban looked at the slowly filled carriage, turned to him and said, "Erlang, you will take away a hundred cans of kimchi today. I don't want you to get the two quotas for cheap. Uncle Cui will buy you a can of 30 quotas."

"Oh?" Xi Yunfei looked up at Cui Ban's head and continued to eat.

Cui Ban picked up a small kimchi dish with a proud expression and said, "I will separate a can of kimchi into ten dishes, and sell it in a stack of five cents, and a can of fifty cents, hehe, so I don't need your two cents to make a profit, I can earn twenty cents per can."

The profiteer, this is Xi Yunfei's first idea: "A plate of kimchi is just that little, how dare you sell five cents?"

Cui Ban glared at Xi Yunfei with anger and said, "Do you think the entire Tang Dynasty is a poor family like us? No one who dares to stay at the inn will make you suffer. Not to mention that this kimchi is so delicious, in the past, if there were no mutton delicacies to entertain us, our inn would be smashed, and we would be disgusted with our simplicity. In short, eating and drinking are good, money is not a problem for them."

Xi Yunfei thought something and nodded at last: "Okay, but I don't have to pay any credit here. Don't think I don't know. You made a lot of money yesterday. Three buns cost five cents and two cents in net. You are even more cruel than me."

Cui Ban was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Lu Fei who was eating happily, making him confused.

Xi Yunfei waved his hand: "It was not what Brother Lu told me. You have found fifty helpers for me, and someone always knows something."

Cui Ban turned his head and looked at the direction of the cafeteria. Fifty workers came to work before dawn. It would be normal to say that some of them knew something, because the station was a public place, with many people and talkative words. In addition, they were all fellow villagers in the country who always liked to talk about gossip.

"Haha, since Erlang knows it, Uncle Cui has nothing to say. OK, then I won't pay any credit. Today, there are 10,000 buns and 100 cans of kimchi. Uncle Cui won't miss you a penny."

After saying that, Cui Ban winked at the followers. As yesterday, the few people who returned home carried a few burlap bags to Dongqiu, causing the villagers to have sex.

"Nine thousand vegetable buns are nine thousand documents, five hundred fish buns are one thousand documents, five hundred crab meat buns are two thousand five hundred documents. This is the money for the buns, a total of 12,500 documents, Erlang is counting."

Xi Yunfei shook his head: "Uncle Cui said there are so many, just so many, what are you counting, haha."

Cui Ban's mouth raised lightly when he heard this, and picked up a bag and opened it, saying, "A can of kimchi is 30 cents per can, and a hundred cans is 3,000 cents, which is exactly three guan. This is the money for dressing, one, two, three, three guan."

Xi Yunfei took the money he always weighed, and he put it back on the table, shouted to Dabao who was eating at the table behind him, "Brother Bao, come and make a note. I will give Cui Bantou a can of fruit wine to take it away later."

"Oh, let's come here." Dabao had been staring at the pile of money for a long time. Hearing this, he pulled Dashan to count the money. Xi Yunfei was a favor, and if they didn't count, they were irresponsible.

Cui Ban didn't care either. The goods were almost loaded, so they had to rush back to deal with the food at the inn, so they said goodbye.

Xi Yunfei looked at their backs with satisfaction, thinking that he could finally achieve self-sufficiency.

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Speaking of Chang'an.

Rest and bathing was the weekend of the ancients. It was a day for bathing officials, but it gradually turned into a holiday.

Some people like Xiumu, while others don’t like it. Businessmen in the service industry regard it as a day of wealth, but Wuhou who patrols the streets and the old woman who sweeps the streets think Xiumu is really hateful. The streets are full of people, and anything can happen.

Tomorrow is the day off for five days. Originally, for Sun Feng, rest was an excellent day because he could also rest and go home to go shopping with his children who had just turned five.

But some people don’t let him feel happy, and the root cause of this pain is caused by himself.

"Wang Yishi, this "Zhiyin" will be released tomorrow. What's the use of you even if you go to Xiagou Village? Not to mention that the little husband has a close relationship with Cheng's mansion, he can deliver goods directly to the palace, so he is not a person we can offend."

In front of Sun Feng, the post station at Wannian County, a legendary family member of the Wang family from Taiyuan, the five surnames and seven hopes, took away a small script that Sun Feng placed on the table because of boredom. Then he didn't fall asleep all night last night, so he almost found Sun Feng's house and asked him for the follow-up of the script.

"Sun Bantu, I don't care about tomorrow and today. You should hurry to the village where you go. You need the follow-up of this "Liang Zhu" storybook. No matter how much the other party pays, I don't want to wait for a moment."

It is true that Wang Chang was born in the Wang family in Taiyuan, but he only got five qualities after just one little bit of it, so he was able to learn and could only do some things. This was the leisure time my father asked for. It was a stable job and his income was enough for him to spend money on his daily life. So if he had nothing to do, he liked to read some stories, or go to a restaurant to listen to books and music.

How wonderful is "Liang Zhu"? It is a masterpiece, coupled with Liu San's careful words and sentences, Xi Yunfei dared not say that he could be popular all over the world, but under the historical context at this moment, it is not a problem to become popular in Southeast Asia.

"Report~~~~ Report Wang Yishi's affairs. Our post station was blocked. A bunch of people outside who could not afford to offend Sun Ban Tou, and quickly remove the door."

The servant's anxious report came from outside the doorman, and Wang Chang frowned slightly and looked at Sun Feng.

Sun Feng was also confused, so he hurriedly asked, "Do you know why they came? Could it be that the wrong letter was sent by the post office?"

The servant didn't dare to push the door and shouted, "No, no, I said it was for a storybook, saying that Sun Ban Tou, you are not kind, and you gave them a broken book. Now you are here to ask you to give me an explanation."

"Remained Book?" When Wang Chang heard this word, he suddenly remembered his torture last night. It was abominable out-of-text dog. It turned out that he was reading the residual book?

Sun Feng frowned and had a strong desire to survive. Seeing that Wang Chang was about to take off, he hurriedly pushed open the door of the door and pulled the servant directly and ran away: "Let's go and take me to see what's going on, don't let them demolish the station."

"Damn it." Wang Chang looked at Sun Feng who was fleeing in the desert and shouted angrily: "Sun Feng, I don't care what you do. If you can't see the second volume today, don't want a salary this month. This post will do what you say."

The station hall was originally the place to handle the post office, but today is different because the visitor was not for postage at all.

Sun Feng's arrival directly ignited the fuse. Everyone looked like he was trying to make an army and asked for guilt. Many people here said something better than Manager Li in Jingyang, which shows how much pressure Sun Feng is.

However, unlike the local tyrants in Jingyang, the powerful families in Chang'an City pay attention to convincing people with reason, so Sun Feng was not beaten.

"Sun Bantou, my husband said that "Zhiyin" is undoubtedly a publication. I don't know what a publication is. Now my wife wants a second volume. You see when it will be delivered to us. Oh, by the way, this is one hundred texts, and there are five volumes in total. Please worry."

As soon as the words were finished, someone next to him took out money.

"My Yang family is also here for "Zhiyin". This is 500 texts and requires twenty-five volumes. I'm worried about Sun Ban. Don't let the nobles in the house be anxious."

"I want ten volumes of Qin Mansion, which is two hundred texts..."

"Sun Bantuo is working hard. This is the five hundred documents of our Su Mansion, and it also costs twenty-five volumes."

"I told Sun Bantou to have a good time. Zhou Cong, Xiapingkang Bookstore. This is the deposit for five thousand volumes of "Zhiyin". In addition, I don't know if Sun Bantou has any spare time at night. My housekeeper set up a banquet in Cuiliu Pavilion. I want to invite you and Wang Yishi to go......"
Chapter completed!