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"It's Brother Yihan's." Fei Xi accompanied him with a smile.

Zhao Han called in all the cooks again, a master chef, three apprentices, and a group of help cooks.

The chef's name is Peng Zhengxiang, he is a hired hand, and he is already quite old.Unless there are VIP guests, he usually does not do it himself, only three apprentices are responsible for cooking.

Zhao Han grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers and said with a smile, "These chili peppers are used very quickly. Are there many customers who like spicy food?"

"Master, forgive me, master!" Peng Zhengxiang hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Zhao Han didn't mention the crime, and only asked, "Is there any peppers grown locally in Qianshan?"

Peng Zhengxiang replied: "Pan peppers are mostly shipped from Zhejiang, and they have also been grown locally in recent years, but not many."

The simple written records about peppers first appeared in the 19th year of Wanli.

The detailed textual description of peppers, including what color flowers they bloom, first appeared in the first year of Apocalypse.

In other words, at least 30 years ago, chili had been introduced to Ming Dynasty.Moreover, the real introduction time must be much earlier, it was first recorded by literati 30 years ago.

There were two early transmission routes for peppers, one from Zhejiang and the other from Liaodong.

Qianshan County is next to Zhejiang, far earlier than Huguang, Sichuan, and Guizhou.

"Take out all the spices." Zhao Han said.

"Ah?" Peng Zhengxiang didn't understand.

Zhao Han asked, "Are you discussing how much money you made, or do you want to learn how to cook with me?"

Peng Zhengxiang immediately shouted: "Bring all the spices!"

In the kitchen, chickens and dogs jumped, and everyone was scared and curious.

Zhao Han grabbed a fragrant leaf and smelled it, then said with a smile, "This stuff is native to the Mediterranean Sea, but Daming actually has it too. Is it expensive?"

Peng Zhengxiang replied cautiously: "It used to be very expensive, but it has become less expensive in recent years. Fragrant osmanthus trees are planted in many places."

Zhao Han pointed at a cup of dried chili peppers and ordered, "Crush it!"

Peng Zhengxiang hurriedly instructed his apprentice: "Crush to pieces."

Zhao Han glared at him: "If you don't want to learn, you can go out."

Peng Zhengxiang was stunned, he was over 50 years old, he really never thought about learning cooking again, and he didn't believe that Zhao Han had any cooking skills.But if someone caught him, he couldn't do without learning, so he had to pound the chili by himself.

Zhao Han asked others to prepare other spices.

Everything is ready, he ordered: "Burse vegetable oil."

One chef, three chefs, and a group of helpers, forgetting their fears at this moment, stepped forward to watch.

I saw Zhao Han spread out his hands to test the oil temperature, and suddenly poured hot oil into the pan.

"Z!"

The oil poured down two consecutive times, and as Zhao Han stirred with chopsticks, a strong aroma came out.

Peng Zhengxiang took a deep breath, his expression intoxicated, and he couldn't help but want to taste it.

After swallowing, Peng Zhengxiang asked, "This is..."

"Spicy oil," Zhao Han smiled, "Unfortunately, it takes time to make bean paste, and I don't know if the air colony in the lead mountain is suitable. Well, the most important thing is that I don't know the specific process."

There are many varieties of Jiangxi cuisine, especially Qianshan cuisine, which is relatively heavy, and because of the prosperity of trade, it has absorbed a lot of characteristics of other cuisines.

It means that the lead mountain vegetables at the end, the upper-class gentry and merchants, eat relatively light, but they tend to be heavy on the whole.The lower-level vendors and pawns, the more serious the better, the street food has long been varied.

Zhao Han belongs to the wild way, and he is familiar with Sichuan cuisine, which just fits the taste here.

It is a pity that the soul of Sichuan cuisine, "Pixian Douban", has not been invented yet.

The Sichuan cuisine of the Ming Dynasty is completely different from the Sichuan cuisine of later generations.

Sichuan popular Hu spicy soup, can you believe it?

According to the records of literati in the Ming Dynasty, Hu spicy soup was once a Sichuan delicacy.

If Zhao Han unified China ahead of time, the people of Sichuan would not die so much, and there would be no need for Huguang to fill Sichuan, I am afraid that this time and space will hardly give birth to "Sichuan cuisine".

"Do you have rice noodles?" Zhao Han asked.

"Yes." Peng Zhengxiang stopped calling his apprentice, but brought the rice noodles by himself.

Rice noodles were called "Cun" in the Sui Dynasty and "Mi Cable" in the Song Dynasty.In the Ming and Qing dynasties, the written method was "rice noodle", which has been commonly known as "rice noodle" by the people.

Boil water in a pot, pick up more than ten bowls of rice noodles, add soy sauce, garlic, chopped green onion and oil and spicy pepper.

Red, green and white, full of color and fragrance.

Zhao Han said, "There is no MSG. When making rice noodles in the future, you can boil chicken soup or bone soup for freshness."

Peng Zhengxiang didn't know what monosodium glutamate was, so he could only nod his head flattery: "Master's teaching, my disciple remembered it."

Zhao Han instructed: "Take it out, let them stop checking the account, and then fill your stomach first."

Peng Zhengxiang couldn't help but ask, "Master, can I taste it?"

"Try it." Zhao Han said with a smile.

Peng Zhengxiang put in mint subconsciously, but was stopped by Zhao Han, so that he could simply experience the charm of oil and spicy seeds.

At this time, when cooking, various provinces like to use perilla, and here in Qianshan especially likes mint, and many dishes throw mint into it.

Peng Zhengxiang mixed the rice noodles well and took a bite. It was spicy and refreshing, and his nose was so hot that he said, "If it's the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, if you eat a bowl of oily and spicy rice noodles, I'm afraid it will be a hundred times more delicious."

"You calculate the cost and give it to the shopkeeper's price. In the morning, you will sell oil and spicy rice noodles. Well, you can also use oil and spicy noodles in soup." Zhao Han said.

Peng Zhengxiang thought about it and said, "Master, does this spicy oil seem to have other uses?"

"You can study it yourself," Zhao Han said with a smile. "Every half a month, I will teach you a new dish. Today, I will teach you how to cook chicken with red oil and white sauce, which is just the right time to make chicken soup for rice noodles."

Peng Zhengxiang, who was over 50 years old, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, please accept my apprentice's bow!"

Zhao Hansheng was bowed and did not refuse.

Before noon, diners came to the restaurant one after another.

The consumption here is high, and the people at the bottom can't afford it. Not to mention the private rooms on the second floor, the lobby on the first floor is also quite expensive.

Fortunately, Hekou Town has developed commerce and trade, and there is no shortage of tourists at all.

Every time a customer came in, the shop assistants actively promoted the red oil white chopped chicken and the oil and spicy rice noodles (noodles), saying that they were new dishes from the imperial chef.

Palace cuisine?

Good guy, so hurry up and serve it up!

There are not enough chickens in the kitchen, and restaurant buyers are sent all over the world to find chickens.

Upstairs and downstairs, there are unlucky diners everywhere, sitting there sticking out their tongues.

Only one strong man patted the table and shouted, "Another plate of red oil chicken!"

Zhao Han sat at the counter to observe the situation, and saw that this guy was dressed in ordinary clothes, and he didn't seem to be rich, but he ordered a good table and carried a stick with him.He called the shop assistant and asked, "What is that table for?"

The shop assistant replied, "They're all leaders of the Iron Feet Club."

"Iron Feet Club?" Zhao Han had never heard of it.

The shop assistant explained: "In the past few decades, all walks of life have established guilds. There are rice guilds in rice shops, and cloth guilds in cloth shops. Kuhaha people have followed suit and have formed guilds. The iron foot guild is the wharf. The coolie’s guild, and later the porters in the town also joined, if any employer dares to default on the wages, the iron feet will have hundreds of thousands of people carrying poles to ask for it.”

Good guy, this is the prototype of the trade union.

Zhao Han didn't know that the various trade unions in Lead Mountain, especially the paper industry trade unions, were the most powerful.

They are all skilled workers, and the industry is crowded, and many of them can read a few big characters.Being mistreated a little and going on strike at every turn, the owner of a private paper mill can only compromise.

As for the official paper mills, they don't treat employees as human beings at all, and those who dare to take the lead in causing trouble are directly killed and maimed - it doesn't matter if the production is delayed.

In the mid-Qing Dynasty, paper workers in Qianshan County accounted for more than 30% of the county's population (excluding children).

The late Ming Dynasty was not so powerful, but the number of paper workers was equally terrifying.In Shitang Town alone, if you include those who chop bamboo, burn troughs, and carry them, there are [-] to [-] papermakers in one town. It can be said that the whole town is surrounded by paper mills!

union?

strike?

interesting.

Zhao Han got up and walked over, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Guests, are you satisfied with our restaurant's new dishes?"

Chapter 056 [Club Organization]

Zhao Han was dressed in Cheng Ziyi and Xiaoyao towel.

Ordinary dress, but elegant!

For a while, the leaders of the Iron Feet Club couldn't guess what Zhao Han was from.

The man who had been shouting to serve the dishes couldn't help but get up and clasped his fists, and replied, "The red oil chicken is delicious, is the young master of the Fei family?"

"Let's go to Zhao Han," Zhao Han said with a smile, "I see that you are rough and bold, and they must be famous heroes, so I came here to have a look."

Surname Zhao?

But this is Fei's restaurant.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Zhao Han's words are nice.

The man was flattered and felt comfortable. He laughed loudly: "My name is Sun Xianzong, and I usually call him Sun Erlang. Xiao Xianggong, please take a seat. This is my third younger brother, Sun Zhenzong, and I will call him Sun Sanlang. This is Fei Yu, Fei family's offspring, I don't know how many generations they have been by the side, they can only work as porters. This is Zhang Tie Niu, nicknamed Xiao Li Kui. This is Li Dazhu..."

After the other party's introduction, Zhao Han shouted at the counter, "Another pot of wine, and this table of dishes are all on my account!"

Sun Xianzong hurriedly said: "This is why, we have a lot of people, we should treat them."

"Yes, yes, it's time for us to treat."

Everyone declined, guessing Zhao Han's identity, and at the same time guessing his purpose.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Han slammed on the table and said in a feigned anger, "I thought you guys were good guys, and you were fighting over the money for a meal, just like a girl!"

Several people looked at each other, unable to figure out what medicine Zhao Han was selling in the gourd.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Sun Xianzong said in a roundabout way: "I taught Xiaoxianggong a joke. Today's meal will not be contested, and I will invite Xiaoxianggong to drink another day."

"That's right," Zhao Han picked up the jug on the table, shook it and found that there was still wine, and poured it for himself, "Come here, it's a hero, let's drink first."

"Okay, done!" Everyone toasted.

After a glass of wine, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

Sun Xianzong took the initiative to fill Zhao Han with a cup, and asked, "Xiao Xianggong seems to be a scholar?"

Zhao Han waved his hand and said, "I only took the Tongsheng test, so I'm not really a scholar."

"Tongsheng should be a scholar if he goes up. He is not a scholar," Zhang Tieniu said quickly, "I'm a rough guy, I'm lucky today to be able to eat at the same table with Xiao Xianggong. Come on, I respect Xiaoxiao. Xiang Gong a cup!"

"It's easy to say." Zhao Han refused to come.

Sun Xianzong continued to inquire: "The shopkeeper of Dingsheng Building has been replaced. Is Xiao Xianggong a relative of the shopkeeper?"

Zhao Han smiled and said, "I'm the second shopkeeper of Dingsheng Building."

What the hell?

This identity is beyond everyone's expectations.

Li Dazhu hesitated: "Xiao Xianggong doesn't look...not showing his age."

"I'll be 15 years old next year," Zhao Han said with a smile, "Come on, eat meat and drink!"

Only 14 years old?

Tong Sheng, 14 years old, the second shopkeeper of Fei's Restaurant, what is this all about?

The more they can't guess, the more respectful these people are to Zhao Han.

Sun Xianzong wanted to continue to inquire, but Zhao Han didn't reveal any more information, but instead turned to their words.

Zhao Han said, "When I was studying scriptures at Hanzhu Academy, I admired the name of the Iron Foot Association. Do you have to pay for membership in your club? What if I join one too?"

"Xiao Xianggong is joking," Sun Xianzong hurriedly refused, "Iron Feet Clubs are all porter coolies, born to suffer haha. Xiao Xianggong is a child student, and he will be tested for the champion in the future. Wenqu stars in the sky will come down to earth, how can they mix with us."