Cannon Fodder Battle Chapter 1614: You Jianghu people (9)

When Tong Xinlan came back at noon, she saw six people eating at the only two stone tables in the hall.

Looking at this outfit, there are people from the Jianghu and businessmen, and it is quite harmonious.

The shopkeeper was afraid that there would be fine sand on the stone table, so he chose the blue coarse cloth that was originally intended to be used as a tablecloth, which made the shopkeeper's father feel a little bit pained.

Seeing Tong Xinlan's return, the shopkeeper took Tong Xinlan to the backyard with a look of surprise on his face, but he was very happy and said in a puzzled way, "Xin'er, your method is very useful, I didn't expect it Those customers did not lose their temper because we closed the door and refused to pick up customers, but because I let them in for dinner, they are very grateful to me.”

Tong Xinlan smiled in her heart, isn't this a strange place for people, the inn door is open to welcome guests from all over the world, those guests think they are gods, but in this poor country, there is only an inn, they don't know how to cherish it, and even make trouble , Now close the door and don't let them in, wouldn't you let them go?

But who with a bit of money wants to continue to eat and sleep in the open? If you can come in, naturally there will be no trouble.

Of course, there are more than just such a reason. Dad may not understand how complicated people are. If you understand the notice we wrote, you will naturally understand our difficulties, and they will abide by the terms of the transaction that they have stated from the beginning."

"It will be fine in the future." The old man sighed.

"But if you keep the door closed and don't pick up customers, you will still lose a lot of customers, Xin'er. Besides, those Jiang Hu people are not fools. If they see us secretly open the door to receive customers, they will definitely come to ask us why. Those who don't open the door to receive them are not fully equipped now, and when the time comes, we will have all the tables and stools ready, so we can't continue to use this reason to keep those people from the Jianghu out." The old man stroked his beard worriedly.

Tong Xinlan comforted, "Father, I have already figured out a way to deal with the future, so don't worry."

The old man showed a wry smile that was still worried, and Tong Xinlan knew that he was still not at ease.

But now she can't tell her father all her plans, Tong Xinlan can only watch her father continue to go back to the lobby to greet guests with a lot of worries.

Tong Xinlan came to the back kitchen and saw Master Luo who was cooking.

Master Luo was introduced by someone in the county after my father took down the inn. He is a master chef. He has no children and no daughters. It's passable, the only requirement is to include food and housing.

Originally, my father still wanted to find a younger and stronger chef, but those chefs would not come to such a poor place to be a chef. Master Luo was willing to follow him because he could endure loneliness and no worries.

In the last life, Master Luo never caused any trouble, and took care of Chen Xin after his father died, but he was just an ordinary person, so it was impossible for him to take care of Chen Xin all the time, and he left after finding a job.

It can only be said that Master Luo and the Chen family are in a normal employment relationship, so Tong Xinlan doesn't think there is anything wrong with him.

After saying hello to Master Luo, Tong Xinlan dug a hole in the backyard, found a scrap iron pot, threw all the pine resin she found into it, lit a fire, and started to boil the pine oil.

In order to make the pine resin drenched on the stone table adhere better and not stick to hands, Tong Xinlan added some materials to the pot, which were found on the mountain.

In ancient times, there was no way to extract too pure chemical products, but Tong Xinlan can also extract some rough ones from stone and wood.

The group of guests who had lunch at noon hurried on their way after eating, and no one stayed.

Generally, guests who want to stay will come to knock on the door for dinner or at night.

When the guests left, Tong Xinlan, the shopkeeper's father, and the waiter started eating. Master Luo would not come out to eat. He prefers to stay in the back kitchen rather than the dangerous lobby.

After finishing the meal and clearing the table, Tong Xinlan went to the back kitchen and brought in a pot of turpentine that was boiling on a low fire. She also brought in a small charcoal stove to keep heating the pot. Stoves are afraid of wasting carbon.

Tong Xinlan asked the waiter in the store to scoop up the pine liquid mixture with a spoon and pour it on the stone table continuously, while Tong Xinlan took a lime-touching board and kept spreading the pine resin liquid evenly on the tabletop. After paving, Tong Xinlan stopped messing with the table.

The turpentine that flowed down could just cover the underside of the stone table. Tong Xinlan used a spoon to scoop up other places under the stone table and poured it on the pillar with ingenuity and internal force.

After repeating this, the two stone tables were soon covered with turpentine mixture.

When the pine resin dries up, the original gray stone table looks as shiny as if it was covered with a layer of yellow-red colored glass.

"It's so beautiful. I didn't expect that this stone table would suddenly look like a very precious spar after being cleaned up by the young master. Those people from the Jianghu would not want to come and **** our table." Looking at the table, I dare not reach out to touch ~IndoMTL.com~ If those people in the Jianghu really want it, yes, buy it for money, and I will sell it to them. "If you want to grab it, it depends on whether he can move it. If he really moves away, there will be another story.

In the next few days, because the doors were not open for business, no one without a good eye came to the store to make trouble, and it was considered peaceful.

With nothing to do, Tong Xinlan stayed in her room to practice martial arts, or asked her father to learn "literacy and writing".

My father was deeply moved by his stupid son's learning ability by leaps and bounds.

The waiter in the shop even flattered the young master without hesitation, saying bluntly that if the young master had studied like this since he was a child, it would not be a problem to be the number one scholar now.

Tong Xinlan could only reply with an awkward yet polite smile, "It's because my father taught me well, and even though I didn't understand what my father wrote before, but my father also taught me how to read and write. , It’s just that I couldn’t understand it before, but now after my father reminded me, I can remember everything, I can still read, but I still can’t take the imperial examination.”

One week later, Tong Xinlan arrived in the city, and the other eight stone tables were brought over by the owner of the stone shop, and they stopped at the place where Tong Xinlan got off the car last time.

Tong Xinlan had already prepared strong logs and ropes for the waiter to wait there with her, colleagues and guests waiting there.

Under the disbelieving eyes of everyone, the eight big stones were transported back to the inn with ease.

The waiter who looked like a thin monkey was very excited. He never thought that he could move such a big stone.

After returning to the inn, he followed the same pattern, and under the eyes of the guests, he made the other eight dusty stone tables into beautiful tables like sparkling glass.

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