Chapter 134 My surname is Chen, and my courtesy name is Quanying

Why is this ancestor so difficult to serve? If he hadn't been holding onto the item for a few months, he wouldn't have bothered with such a picky customer!

Jiang Yu glanced at the brothel owner and continued to walk out of the restaurant. The brothel owner hurriedly caught up with him and said, "Master, there are really no vacant shops in this area."

"It's better to have no empty shop than to buy an unlucky one, isn't it?"

"master."

The broker wanted to bite his teeth. He clearly wanted to buy it, but he still kept him hanging. "You make an offer! If it can be sold, I will sell it to you."

“Half price.”

Half price?

The broker immediately shook his head and said he would have to pay for it!
Seeing the change in the dealer's expression, Jiang Yu added, "Everything is half price. If possible, I will buy them all. That three-story courtyard must be the prodigal son's ancestral home, right?"

Toothman "..."

It was the three words "prodigal son" that made everyone who knew the family affairs of the restaurant's previous owner afraid to buy the restaurant.

Since this foreign gentleman dared to buy it, he had to sell it no matter how much money he had to pay. Otherwise, with so many people eating, drinking, defecating and urinating at his behest, he would lose more and more money.

"Master, will you buy both the prodigal son's ancestral home and the waiter and servant in the restaurant?"

“Buy them all!”

Jiang Yu was secretly happy. It was a ready-made set, why wouldn't she want it?
Don’t you see that the Qin Mansion where my aunt lives is still a bit messy?
The dealer gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, "Sold! Half price!"

He is so unlucky! Woohoo…

After seeing all the slaves of the prodigal, Jiang Yu felt that she had lost a lot. She wanted to regret it, "What kind of ugly things are these?"

The agent hurriedly explained, "These are the servants who followed the previous owner of the restaurant from the beginning. They are a little old, but they can still do the work."

"Just them?"

Jiang Yu pointed at the women who looked to be in their 50s or 60s.

"Master, should I take them home and worship them as ancestors? What else can they do besides washing clothes and cooking? They can't lighten my burden. I still have to pay to support them. No!"

"Master, please buy us! We are capable of doing things." Several old ladies knelt down and begged.

"Get up!"

Jiang Yu waved at the old ladies with an impatient look, "Buy, Master will buy all of you ancestors!"

Is it time to change Sister Xiu's restaurant plan? It would be appropriate to open a nursing home instead.

This annoyed the broker, so Jiang Yu did not give him even a penny more and asked him to bring a scale to weigh the silver and weigh the silver bars one by one.

982 taels of silver, no rounding off or tips. Of course, a commission of 30 taels was still given. Together with the tax for exchanging the red deed, 78 silver bars were gone.

What can I do with the remaining 12 silver bars?
The tables, chairs and benches in the restaurant are still there, but the kitchen needs to be renovated, and with so many servants, a lot of items will need to be purchased, including food and other items.

I have to go home to get money again. When can I use the banknotes?

……

A large group of 46 people followed on foot behind the two carriages.

The old ladies also followed and walked. Jiang Yu didn't want others to think that she was soft-hearted and easy to manipulate.

Along the way, many people pointed at the group and their laughter drifted into the carriage.

"Look! All the original members of the prodigal son's family have been bought out."

"I don't know which fool it is?"

"He must be from out of town."

"What else? Which local would dare to buy it? Aren't they afraid of losing money?"

"Hahaha, there will be something exciting to watch later."

"Haha, yes. When you have nothing to do, go check it out more often to see how much money the New Song family is going to give away."

Song family? Send home?

Jiang Yu curled his lips and shouted out the car window, "Butler." The fifty-year-old butler approached the car window with sweat on his head, "Master, please give me your orders."

"My surname is Chen, and my courtesy name is Ying. Let's order a plaque: Ying Mansion."

Chen Liangtao: "..."

From then on, I had a new name in ancient times, Chen Quanying.

"Yes!"

The old butler wiped his sweat and said that as long as the master did not mind their old age and frailty, they would do whatever the master asked them to do.

When she arrived at the Song Mansion, Jiang Yu first looked up at the plaque. Fortunately, the plaque was gone, otherwise she would have asked these old servants to take it down and trample it.

A prodigal son sold a group of old, weak, women and children to pay off his debts, which made her, who took over, be laughed at. She cursed the prodigal son to be hit by bird shit as soon as he went out.

[In a remote village, a man was carrying a hoe and just went out when something fell on his head. He raised his hand to wipe it off. Bird shit? A good omen! I'll go to the town's casino to play a few games this afternoon.]

Jiang Yu stepped into the door and said, "Everyone, come in and listen to my instructions!"

There were 10 maids doing manual labor, six of whom looked to be in their s or s, but were actually only in their s.

The two doormen are both in their forties. I wonder if they can still run?
The two rickshaw drivers were quite steady. They were in their fifties, but they drove the rickshaws steadily, but not as fast as she walked.

The two servants are also in their twenties and have grown up with the young master.

Jiang Yu rebuked the old servant with two eyeballs on the top of his head, "Growing up with the young master? You helped the young master become a prodigal son, are you really proud?

Starting today, you two will follow the old woman and do physical work.

There is no young master in the Ying Mansion to accompany you. If you are not convinced, then go back to the pawnshop."

"thump!"

The two old servants knelt down and said, "Master, please forgive me. I know I was wrong."

Jiang Yu didn't even look at the two of them, and said to the six old ladies, "If you don't tell them to do something, I'll sell you out."

All ten maids knelt down and said they would do as the master said.

Jiang Yu asked all the maids to stand up and then began to lecture them.
“There are only two rules in the Ying Mansion. First, you must work hard and not be lazy, you must not bully the old, weak, sick, or disabled, you must not talk about your master behind his back, and you must not engage in intrigue.

Second, treat the Ying Mansion as your own home and truly cherish it. Anyone who dares to sell out the secrets inside the mansion will be beaten to death!

Did you hear everything clearly? If you didn't hear clearly, you are allowed to ask questions, but you are not allowed to pretend to hear, pretend to be busy, or pretend to be anything to fool the master. Once discovered, you will be driven out of the house.

Did you hear everything clearly? "

"Listen clearly!"

A group of old and weak people answered loudly with all their might, saying that their new master seemed to be a very good person.

"Everyone, go clean up first. I will assign your respective positions when the housekeeper comes back."

"Yes!"

The servants were disbanded, leaving only two cooks, four waiters, and the accountant who also served as the restaurant manager.

"You go clean the restaurant."

Jiang Yu threw the restaurant key to one of the cooks, "Don't be unwilling, cooks are hard to come by, but who told you to sign a death contract? You deserve to be sold.

Actually, sir, I don’t need a very good chef because I don’t like the food cooked by local chefs.

My restaurant will be different. I can train the chefs myself, so my chefs must be contract chefs.

If you two refuse to obey, just pay me the ransom money and I will let you go."

The two cooks' mouths twitched. If they had money, they would have redeemed themselves from the broker long ago.

The master and the young master searched everyone's savings and used them to pay off their gambling debts.

"Go buy some groceries!"

Jiang Yu threw a silver bar to another cook, "Buy the dishes, wait for me to go to the restaurant to cook, I will let you know where your cooking skills are lacking."

The two chefs looked at each other. Can the new master cook?