From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!-Chapter 854 - 850: Blame My Incompetence (Third Update)
Sun Dawu nodded repeatedly.
Next to him, Lu Yuanfeng and Yu Dahai were also full of admiration.
"But why is it called Wu Dalang Baked Pancake?" Yu Dahai asked the question on his mind.
Logically, it should be called Sun Dawu Baked Pancake, so why use Wu Dalang’s name? Besides, Wu Dalang sounds particularly like someone’s name.
Mu Shuangshuang was caught off guard by this sudden question and started coughing uncontrollably.
Mu Shuangshuang initially chose this name because she thought Wu Dalang Baked Pancake sounded better than Sun Dawu Baked Pancake!
If she said that, they would undoubtedly ask why it sounded better. At that point, she’d have to go into Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian, and who knows, she might get into the entire Water Margin story, getting more and more off track!
"Brother Yu, Shuangshuang just came up with it randomly. Please don’t take it to heart," Mu Shuangshuang said.
Yu Dahai nodded.
He didn’t ask further.
"By the way, Miss Shuangshuang, what price should I set for selling baked pancakes in the future? The previous one or the current one?"
Having tasted some success, Sun Dawu was unsure of his next steps for a moment.
He wanted to hear Mu Shuangshuang’s opinion because he knew the person in front of him could help him make money.
Mu Shuangshuang said, "That’s exactly what I wanted to talk about. If Brother Wu wants to continue selling baked pancakes in the future, he must remember to use the name Wu Dalang, and tell each seller that only your shop is authentic.
Also, the price should remain the same. If anyone asks, just say it’s made from a five-hundred-year-old family recipe, it’s the wisdom of your ancestors.
Another thing, limit the number of baked pancakes each day. Just like today, you sold sixty. So, in the future, only make sixty, and if someone can’t buy one, tell them to come the next day."
Mu Shuangshuang had calculated the foot traffic in this small town. Selling sixty baked pancakes a day was reasonable; it was easy to sell out, yet attracted another wave of customers to come back the next day.
If you sell too many at once, people will eventually get tired of Sun Dawu’s baked pancakes.
No matter how delicious something is, you can’t eat it every day.
The occasional queue makes people value it more.
Sun Dawu didn’t understand the intricacies, but he felt Mu Shuangshuang was particularly business-savvy, so he nodded, "I understand, thank you, Miss Shuangshuang!"
"How about this? I’ll go to the market to buy some groceries first, and you wait for me a while, then we’ll go back together, okay?"
Sun Dawu needed to prepare dinner, but since they had just had lunch not long ago, if they really stayed for dinner, they wouldn’t have time to return to Qingshan Town.
"New owner, should we really stay here for the night?" Yu Dahai asked.
"Yes! Even if we rush back now, by the time we get to Qingshan Town, it will be midnight. It’s not suitable to return to the village.
I already told my parents when I left that I might not return to the village tonight."
To hire a good chef, Mu Shuangshuang made a lot of effort and spent a considerable amount of energy.
So far, she was very satisfied with Sun Dawu in every aspect.
However, the final decision still depended on tasting a meal cooked by Sun Dawu to decide whether to hire him or not.
Yu Dahai nodded. If a little girl wasn’t afraid, what was there for a grown man to fear!
"Since that’s the case, let’s stay here tonight! We’ll book two rooms at a guesthouse in Shigou Town.
Fengzi and I will share one room, and you can have one to yourself, would that be okay?"
Mu Shuangshuang had no objections, she nodded and said, "That sounds good!"
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Sun Dawu strolled around the market, bought two pounds of five-flavor pork, and planned to make meatballs for the three guests from afar to enhance their meal.
He brought the three back to his home.
Sun Dawu’s wife was at home doing embroidery work, and a teenage girl was in the yard helping to dry clothes.
A boy of about seven or eight was following the girl, giggling all the time.
"Daya, Xiao Zhu, Dad’s back," Sun Dawu called to the little ones in the yard.
The two kids looked up at the same time and then rushed towards Sun Dawu together.
"Dad, why are you back? Did you sell out of pancakes, or was business bad and nobody bought them?"
The girl called Daya was very considerate and immediately helped Sun Dawu with the pancake stand.
Sun Dawu was in a good mood and said, "Dad’s got friends today, they helped Dad sell out the pancakes, and we made quite a bit of money, so Dad bought two pounds of meat, and tonight we’ll have a good meal."
When he mentioned meat, Mu Shuangshuang clearly saw a glint in the little girl’s eyes.
Then came the sound of swallowing, small but audible to Mu Shuangshuang.
Seeing this, Sun Dawu awkwardly scratched his head and said, "The little girl at home hasn’t had good food, having meat is a rarity, so that’s why... don’t laugh at us..."
Mu Shuangshuang smiled and waved her hand, "The little girl is quite cute. In reality, everyone’s living standards are pretty similar, and having meat once a year is rare, but as long as the family is happy together, it doesn’t matter what you eat."
Sun Dawu completely agreed with Mu Shuangshuang’s point of view, "Miss Shuangshuang is right, I also think as long as the family is together, even if it’s a bit tough, it’s okay!
The only thing is my little son is already at the age of formal education, but because there’s no money, he has to stay at home. He’s always telling me he wants to go to school, to the academy, but I can’t afford it..."
Speaking of this, Sun Dawu choked up a bit. As a man, he couldn’t provide his wife and children with the best, making them endure hardships with him.
"Brother Wu, trust me, things will get better," Mu Shuangshuang comforted.
"By the way, Fengzi and I opened a private school in our village, and the teacher we hired is a scholar who passed the exams this year. Do you want to send your son to our private school? The gift is much cheaper than in town, only one tael of silver and three strips of dried meat a year," Mu Shuangshuang said.
"Really?" Sun Dawu found it hard to believe.
He had inquired about the schools in Shigou Town, and they started at five taels of silver. Even the private schools cost four taels of silver, with at least ten strips of dried meat and good wine, something a regular family like his couldn’t afford.
"Of course, it’s true. But since Qingshan Town is not close, your child would have to leave home," Mu Shuangshuang said.
"Leaving home doesn’t matter, what matters is having hope. My child has always wanted to study, and no matter how far, it’s worth it," Sun Dawu said.
At this moment, Mu Shuangshuang suddenly felt that the man in front of her was much more visionary than most.
He was bound to succeed sooner or later.
"Then shall we discuss this after dinner?" Mu Shuangshuang suggested.
Sun Dawu nodded heavily.
The Sun family wasn’t in good condition, and even Sun Dawu’s home wasn’t in town, but in a small village outside the town. Although it was close to town, it was too impoverished.
The house was tattered, almost like a dangerous building.
