After listening to Wang Zhizhi's suggestion, Ding Jingzhu thought this was a good idea at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not easy to do it in detail.

If you open a restaurant, you have to have a house facing the street and recruit people.

And if the business is not good, it may cost more than a rabbit to eat grass.

"Zhizhi, we have to pay for the restaurant. If fresh ingredients cannot be sold, it will be a loss."

"And you have to find a good street-facing house to make the venue."

Ding Jingzhu's words were quite tactful.

Wang Zhizhi obviously thought of this and felt quite successful.

"What do you think of the food business on our Qinfu Back Street?"

Ding Jingzhu recalled that the time he had never been fixed for his people to leave the mansion, but every time he came out, it was crowded.

“There is really good business there, and there are many people every time.”

When Wang Zhizhi saw Ding Jingzhu admit it, she dragged her thoughts out:

"A place as prosperous as Qinfu Back Street, Yu'an Mansion also has Fuxue Street next to Confucius Temple and Yuefu Street next to the government."

"We don't have to buy a house. We first set up a small stall and go to a lively place."

"Make some five-spice smoked rabbits, silk-wrapped rabbits, and spicy roasted rabbits that taste very easy to preserve."

"If your business is getting better in the future, I will consider buying a house to be a restaurant."

After listening to Wang Zhizhi's thoughts, Ding Jingzhu thought about it in her mind and found that it was very feasible.

He nodded and said, "I think Zhizhi's approach is feasible, what about you?"

Although Youlan has a 10% stake, she has always cared about these things and only followed Ding Jingzhu to do things.

"I listen to Sister Jingzhu and Sister Zhizhi."

Wang Xiaoya has nothing to say. She is naturally happy that the rabbit accumulated in her hand can have a way to sell it.

"I have no objection, the best ones to sell."

Ding Jingzhu agreed to this matter except Han Hui was absent.

The next moment, he said, "Then do it."

"These days are approaching the end of the year, and we don't have to do farm work. We have nearly a year's income. It's a good time to sell rabbits."

Ding Jingzhu looked at Wang Xiaoya and said, "It's been very hard for you to take care of rabbits during this period. You have to set up a stall, but how hard it is?"

Wang Xiaoya waved her hand and said, "In addition to mateing and delivering rabbits, and the first month of birth, it doesn't take much effort to take care of rabbits on weekdays."

"I only made rabbits in the house with two other mothers, and Fan's mother left the house to set up a stall, so it would be no trouble."

Seeing that Wang Xiaoya was so confident, Ding Jingzhu put her worries back on her belly.

As a prefecture, Yu'an Prefecture has good security, and there are villages in every street and every yard. People who live in the same area are also neighbors I have known for decades.

Seeing that the general direction was settled, the four of them agreed on various miscellaneous things behind them.

Then Wang Zhizhi wrote down the recipe and personally guided Wang Xiaoya and Fan’s mother to make some rabbit meat. This matter was considered a rule.

Seeing that it was a little late, everyone had no intention of wandering around, so they ate half full of rabbit meat they had just learned to cook.

So he took advantage of the setting sun and returned to Qin Mansion.

However, when Ding Jingzhu came out of Jinji Lane, she glanced at the third family walking into the entrance of the alley.

Because of the door of this house, a new ebony plaque with the words "Tao House" was hung.

When he walked to Qin's mansion, Ding Jingzhu looked at the sky was a little dark, so he let Wang Zhizhi and Youlan enter the corner gate first.

I trotted to Liuye Lane not far away and knocked on the gate of Yan's house.

The one who came out was Qingming, a book boy and servant from Yan Liqun. When he saw it was Ding Jingzhu, he smiled and said:

"Miss Jingzhu, why is it you?"

"My little boy will say a few words to you from time to time these days."

"Do you want to come in and have a cup of tea?"

Ding Jingzhu hurriedly said, "Today, Japan is leaving the government to do business, so I'll come here by the way."

"It's getting late, so I won't bother you."

Ding Jingzhu blushed and stuffed the bag that she had prepared four pairs of gloves into Qingming's hand.

"This is the glove I made. My Nu Hong didn't do it well. Please hand it over to Xiaolang."

"He wrote for too long in winter, and he didn't have the frostbite on his hands."

"With this glove, although it may affect the handwriting, it is much warmer."

After saying this long list, Ding Jingzhu thought of leaving, but Qingming stopped Ding Jingzhu.

"Miss Jingzhu, wait."

"Since you gave me something, my little son must also want to express his gratitude in person."

"I'll go in now and call him out."

Ding Jingzhu's face was a little red. Since Qi Qiao talked to Yan Liqun last time, she felt a little indescribable when she thought of him.

Even though he knew that he came to Qin Mansion to read and borrow books in three or five days, he would not dare to look at him secretly.

Now that I heard Qingming say that he wanted to shout out the Yanli group, he shouted:

"No."

Then, like a rabbit, jumped into the snow and ran away.

Qingming looked at Ding Jingzhu, who had only left his figure, and shook his head.

This Jingzhu girl has a strange temperament. She is neither quiet and gentle nor follows the rules. Why does Xiaolang like Jingzhu girl?

After closing the door in Qingming Festival, I walked through the first entrance of many male servants who were asleep and the second entrance of the guest drinking tea, and went to the study of the third entrance of the group.

Seeing that the light was still lit, I knew that Yan Liqun was still studying hard, and I was afraid that I didn’t even eat supper.

He casually greeted a passing woman and asked her to bring the supper up after being warmed up. Qingming knocked on the door and entered Yan Liqun's study room.

On weekdays, their servants would not disturb the study of Yanliqun, but if Ding Jingzhu did not say anything about the arrival of today, Yanliqun would be angry.

Yanliqun has always been very disciplined in studying. He passed the scholar last year and was working harder to prepare for the exam in August next year.

He divided the schedules for every ten days into "reading the Bible", "reading the history agenda", "reading the literature agenda", "reading the job agenda", etc.

The time during the day is planned and arranged properly.

After dark every day, before the lights are turned off.

It was when he reviewed what he learned a few days ago, checked for omissions and made up for the writing.

Yan Liqun's reading rules are known to everyone in Yan's house. When Qingming knocked in the door and came in, he stopped the book in his hand and looked at him with confusion.

"Qingming, is there something wrong?"

Qingming put the bag that Ding Jingzhu used to put on the desk and said:

"Xiao Lang, the girl Jingzhu from the Qin Mansion just now, sent her gloves over."

"I said I was afraid that your hand was cold in winter, so I made it especially."

"Say Xiaolang's study is too exhausting, how can he not eat supper?"

"I told the mother to go and warm you up again. Xiaolang doesn't feel sorry for himself. We feel very sorry for him."

Yan Liqun put the gloves in his arms, stood up and asked seriously:

"Where are hers?"

Qingming stopped talking about Yan Liqun's health and touched the back of his head:

"I asked Miss Jingzhu to come in and sit, but she refused."

"I said I'll call Xiaolang when I come in, so you can talk well."

"She stuffed me the things and the person ran away."

Hearing this, Yan Liqun had to put his heart back and sit down again.

"I understand, you go out."

Before Qingming Festival, I bowed and retreated from the study room.

The candlelight in the room was still swaying, and Yan Liqun looked at the books that he had just been fascinated by, but he felt bored.

Put down the book, open the bag, and put on one of the blue-gray gloves.

The size of my hand is just right, and the pale hands gradually turn bloody due to the cold wind blowing.

Yan Liqun stopped reading books, but began to copy the copybook of "The Inscription of Faith" under the candlelight.
Chapter completed!