I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Tongfu Restaurant.

It wasn't the first time Mrs. Gao Tie came here, but it was the first time she used such a reason to visit.

It was just past breakfast time.

There were only a few noodle eaters in the restaurant, Li Yuan and Li Jing were not among them—these two little old men are very lazy now, and they can't get up early.

Yin Xuan didn't greet her, and he's not Cao Cao.

Even when Gao Tie was teaching Mrs. Gao Tie how to make bread, Gao Tie was present, as were Li Lizhi, Li Shu and the other little girls.

After finishing studying.

Mrs. Gao Tie breathed a sigh of relief, and she also understood why Yin Xuan was willing to teach her the skill of baking bread. There was nothing too special about it.

It is the flour and the mysterious small white powder. It seems that ordinary people can't get it. These should be the exclusive secret recipe.

Without these things, I am afraid that bread cannot be made.

If the craftsmanship is spread, it cannot be done without raw materials.

Mrs. Gao Tie is a very smart person. After Yin Xuan taught her twice, she can bake bread in a decent way.

But this is a matter of proficiency. After checking the two ovens of bread baked by Mrs. Gao Tie and making sure that there is nothing wrong, Yin Xuan confidently handed over the kiln to the couple.

This pass is busy.

It was noon.

After having a refrigerator to stock up on semi-finished products, the speed and efficiency of cooking are much faster, plus there is a high-speed rail as a cutting tool, Yin Xuan is much more relaxed than before.

Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling and the others came here at noon.

Changsun Wuji arrived late just before lunch time.

After taking his seat, he quarreled with a few little old men.

Until Yin Xuan was busy.

Changsun Wuji waved his hand and asked Yin Xuan to come over: "Shopkeeper, something happened to Linlang Pavilion, I have to let you make up your mind."

Yin Xuan walked over, sat aside, and said, "Huh? What happened?"

Changsun Wuji lightly tapped the table: "Didn't we start selling colored glazes? Now there is a Persian merchant who wants to buy a batch of colored glazes from us. Tell me, whether to sell them or not."

Yin Xuan didn't speak yet.

Hou Junji shook his head and said, "Heavy glazed weapons, how can they entertain those barbarians."

"When we do business, can we really be like merchants, whoever gives the money and sell it to whoever? Isn't that the same as Meixiangshi?"

Meixiang Room is a brothel in Pingkangfang.

With the name "room", you know that it is not a high-end residence.In fact, the status of this brothel in Pingkangfang is not even as good as that of some Goulan.

There is no other reason, just because of this brothel, which accepts Hu people.

Wei Zheng sneered: "Hou Shanghou can't even think of such a lame reason for climbing a tree. Hu people can be regarded as friends. After all, they sell colored glaze. Does it matter who they sell to?"

"Isn't it a wonderful thing to influence the barbarians with this kindness?"

Yin Xuan looked at Changsun Wuji expressionlessly, and asked, "How long have they been arguing like this?"

"Since I came here, I have been arguing about this matter." Changsun Wuji replied simply.

Yin Xuan waved his hand, knocked on the table, and interrupted their words: "Okay, it must be sold."

Hou Junji's face collapsed, Wei Zheng raised his head with pride.

"Old man Wei is a little naive." Yin Xuan glanced at him, determined not to let him drift like this, "There is no kindness, the barbarians are afraid of power but not virtue."

"They will submit when they are afraid."

Hou Junji's face softened a little.

"If that's the case, then why sell it to a Hu merchant?" Changsun Wuji raised his eyebrows. Although he is from Xianbei—but that was all a long time ago.

More than a hundred years ago, the Northern Wei Dynasty had been Sinicized. What's more, he grew up with the Han Gao Shilian when he was a child. He grew up behind his uncle, and his perception of himself is also Han.

If anyone points at Changsun Wuji, even if he tells Zhongke again, saying that he is not a Han, a Xianbei, or a barbarian, no one else needs to do it. Changsun Wuji draws his sword himself and can cut off the person's head.

On the matter of whether to sell the goods to Hu merchants, Changsun Wuji's opinion is actually similar to that of Hou Junji, but although he is in charge of Linlang Pavilion, he still needs to listen to Yin Xuan's opinion .

Yin Xuan shook his head and said softly, "Sell, but that's not the way to sell."

"They came here to do business, and they used Tang money."

"If that's the case, selling it to them is better than selling it to the Tang people."

"So if they want to buy it, we can't let them use Tang money, but let them use resources."

resource?

Several old men narrowed their eyes, looked at Yin Xuan, turned their expressions, and began to think.

"Iron ore, copper ore, stone paint."

"As long as these things, especially iron ore, we will give them as much colored glaze as they can take out." Yin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly like a few little old men, and said softly.

Changsun Wuji fell silent and shivered involuntarily.

He is well aware of how cheap the glass that Yin Xuan made is, and he can exchange it for iron ore.
"What do you want iron ore for?" Changsun Wuji couldn't hold back and asked.

This thing is somewhat sensitive.

Yin Xuan shook his head: "I don't want it, but we want it, you, me, your two nieces, us." Taking the opportunity, Yin Xuan dragged them into the pirate ship.

"Your talkative brother-in-law once asked me how much money I need to develop my knowledge."

"In fact, it is not only money, but also a lot of resources."

"Your brother-in-law doesn't look like a rich man. It's probably not easy for his two daughters to learn these things."

"So the rest of the money, we have to earn it back ourselves."

Talkative brother-in-law.
A few people didn't realize it for a while, and didn't know who the word with the prefix was referring to. It took a while to realize that Changsun Wuji's brother-in-law is Li Shimin.

Fortunately, Yin Xuan didn't know Li Shimin's identity.

The little old men held back their laughter and pretended to be serious.

"Iron ore, copper ore, they may not be able to get them out." Changsun Wuji thought about this question seriously, and then replied hesitantly, "Their court will not let much of this stuff go out."

Yin Xuan shook his head again, and wiped lightly on the table: "It's not just iron ore, copper ore, but also some other things, which may be a pile of rocks in their eyes now."

"But for my knowledge, it is extremely useful."

"I'll draw a picture book for you. Whenever Hu merchants come to do business, I will give them a picture book. Only resources are collected, and no money is required."

Zhangsun Wuji nodded.

The little old men were a little excited, looked at Yin Xuan who turned and walked towards the counter, and took a deep breath.

look.

Today they will be able to see the tip of the iceberg of the real knowledge of the store?