"Shopkeeper, you see, are you doing wrong?"

It took Zhang Yi a long time to come to his senses, and immediately began to question the shopkeeper's accounting level.

If you have more than 10,000 yuan in braised ingredients, wouldn’t you want to ascend to heaven after eating the braised dishes? Who can afford to eat them?

As soon as the words were spoken, the old shopkeeper who was originally kind and looked gloomy immediately.

Miscalculated the account?

Will the shopkeeper Li, who is known as a strong abacus, calculate the wrong account? Isn’t this a slap in the face?

However, although his face was not very good, Manager Li barely squeezed out a smile on his face and said unwillingly: "This guy, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. I, Li Laowu, have been the shopkeeper of this Wudetang for 32 years, and I have not missed the account yet.

Look, your recipe is almost all precious spices except cinnamon, licorice and cloves... "

While speaking, Manager Li opened the medicine bag and sorted out several ingredients from it. He pointed to it and said: "For example, this cumin is also known as fennel, cumin, fennel, and Huaixiang. It is produced in the north and has a small output. Then it is transported from the north to Jiangning. The freight costs for people from thousands of miles away who eat horses. If it weren't for my Wude Hall, if it weren't for other places, it would have to charge you three taels of silver per cent!"

The more shopkeeper Li said, the more angry he became. The saliva was flying all over the sky, making Zhang Yi look squirting.

Fortunately, although the old shopkeeper was angry, he just said that it was obvious that a reasonable person would not take action. Zhang Yi quickly took out the money from the pocket to pay the bill. If this master kept spraying, he would have to let the doctors in the hall get the child today.

After coming out of Wude Hall, Zhang Yi finally understood one thing.

That is, in ancient times, spices were really not something that ordinary people could play with, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were luxury goods.

Thinking about it, I thought I could only use 18 taels of silver at most. Now it seems that even if I pay all of it, it is probably not enough to get his plan.

After leaving Wude Hall, he went to Tongrenfang, and... Then the eighteen taels of silver he carried with great enthusiasm in the morning shrank into two taels, carrying two large bags of braised materials, a pair of pig ears and several sticks tied with ropes, Zhang Yi finally returned to Chunfang Tower.

As I expected, because I didn't do business in the morning, several girls in the building disappeared after assisting in cleaning the number. If they didn't go back to the room and sleep, they wouldn't believe that Zhang Yi would be killed.

But there is one exception, that is Shiba Niang.

The surname of Shiba Niang is Li Kexin, and her name is as good as her name. She has an oval face and willow waist. She is very talented in poetry and literature at the age of 18. She is so brilliant with a pipa. Even the aunt Li Chunfang has to give her a thumbs up. She is a sweet person who is still pitiful to everyone.

Unlike other little ladies, Li Kexin was standing in front of the window on the second floor and dazed towards the street below, until Zhang Yi entered the door and came back to his senses.

"Xiba Niang, why didn't I sleep for a long time?" Zhang Yi greeted Li Kexin, but from the corner of his eyes he secretly looked at Li Kexin's appearance today. Through the light in front of the window, Shiba Niang's even and slender legs immediately appeared in her skirt. As the breeze blew, it was like lotus leaves in the lotus pond rising and falling, and Zhang Yi couldn't help but swallow.
Chapter completed!