Rebirth of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao Becomes a God

Bread secrets, this term was originally used by Xiaobao to tease and joke.

The bread recipe he made was simple and the process was easy to understand. Once workshop-style production was implemented, this so-called bread secret would inevitably spread.

However, Xiaobao also understood that he could not stick to the method of making bread tightly, otherwise he would be burdened by the heavy labor.

Anyway, the bread-making technology will eventually spread out, so it is better to make it public and let the workshop-produced bread become a delicacy that everyone can taste.

Thinking of this, Xiaobao felt relieved. He said to Shuang'er, "Shuang'er, you have already learned how to make dough, add eggs and milk, ferment, cut into pieces, put on the grill... You know how to do it!"

Shuang'er was incredulous after hearing this and asked in surprise, "My husband, please don't lie to me. It tastes so good. Didn't you add any special ingredients to the flour?"

Xiaobao smiled and replied: "Haha, Shuang'er, if you don't believe me, you can try the method I did today tomorrow."

Shuang'er nodded trustingly, and then said worriedly, "The shopkeeper sold a total of one thousand loaves of bread today. I heard that the wealthy families in the city will come to buy bread tomorrow, but there is not enough bread."

Xiaobao responded: "Tomorrow you go talk to Shopkeeper Qin. I want to buy his inn and use it as a bakery."

"I will build a few more ovens tomorrow. One person can control five ovens at the same time, which means one person can bake 25 ovens and produce 5 loaves of bread a day. I plan to build ten ovens and produce loaves of bread a day."

Xiaobao looked at Shuang'er affectionately and said, "But we need to hire four people, two people in a group, to take charge of the five ovens. We can't let Shuang'er get too tired."

Shuang'er was touched and said, "Thank you for your concern, husband. I will try my best to help you."

In this way, the two planned tomorrow's bread production and were full of confidence in the future.

That night, Shuang'er and Xiaobao were exhausted from the day's work, so they went straight to their room after returning to the inn and fell asleep.

The next morning, Shuang'er was in high spirits and discussed the acquisition with the innkeeper Mr. Qin. After some fierce bargaining, Shuang'er successfully acquired Mr. Qin's inn for three hundred taels of silver.

Manager Qin transferred 70% of the shares of the inn to Chen Shuang'er for only 200 taels of silver, retaining 30% of the shares of the bakery and taking charge of the sales business.

There were originally four chefs and cooks in the kitchen, and their monthly salary was only one tael of silver. In order to motivate them, Shuang'er directly raised their monthly salary to three taels of silver. When the four kitchen staff learned that their salary had doubled, they immediately smiled and decided to stay and continue to work for Xiaobao and his wife.

On this day, Shuang'er was making bread in the kitchen, and four chefs and cooks were learning carefully. Xiaobao was busy building an oven in the inner courtyard. He first dug a pit, then mixed mud, lime powder and rice straw and built it in the style of an earthen oven.

After a day of hard work, ten ovens were finally completed. Shuang'er looked at the ovens neatly arranged in the yard, and couldn't help but widen her eyes and looked at Xiaobao in confusion. Xiaobao's performance in the past two days gave her too many surprises.

"Hey, Shuang'er, your husband is awesome, right?" Xiaobao asked mischievously.

"My husband is amazing. This must be the style of the oven used in the imperial kitchen!" Shuang'er exclaimed.

"Yes, that's right. This is the imperial kitchen's secret oven." Xiaobao said seriously.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. When the four chefs and the cooks heard that this was the oven in the imperial kitchen, they were so excited that they could not describe it in words.

They felt a spontaneous admiration for Wei Xiaobao and his wife, and expressed their willingness to work together to make this bread a leader in the Ryukyu cuisine industry.

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The next day, just as Xiaobao's bakery business was booming and gradually getting on track, the royal palace of the Ryukyu Kingdom was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

Early in the morning, an unexpected piece of news was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The samurai group from Japan openly challenged the martial arts masters of the Ryukyu Kingdom. They arrogantly demanded to build an arena in front of the palace to decide the strength of the two countries through a contest of force.

The Ryukyu king was faced with a difficult choice. If he refused the challenge, the Japanese samurai would report it to their lord, the Tokugawa clan, and the Ryukyu kingdom might suffer even harsher punishment.

The news quickly spread throughout Shuri Castle, and people were talking about it and worried.

"What should we do? The Ryukyu Kingdom is located in a remote area. There are no martial arts sects or masters to speak of."

"Even if there are experts, they are just pirates or criminals wanted by the Qing Dynasty. Why would they show up in Shuri Castle?"

"This is clearly a provocation from Japan. They want to use the name of a martial arts competition to bully our Ryukyu Kingdom."

In the afternoon, the Ryukyu royal family had no choice but to build the arena according to the requirements of the Japanese samurai.

Below the ring stood a group of aggressive Japanese ronin, and on the stage stood three young Japanese warriors, wearing sharp Japanese swords on their waists, long robes, and white cloth wrapped around their feet, looking ferocious.

With a burst of noise, a man wearing a melon-shaped hat and with shifty eyes walked onto the stage. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he was a traitorous translator.

He read aloud the challenge letter from the Japanese samurai: "Listen, everyone in the Ryukyu Kingdom. Following the oracle of the Japanese Emperor, the samurai of the Yanagi family, Yanagi Shunsei, Yanagi Shunnan, and Yanagi Shunbei, challenge all the martial arts masters of the Ryukyu Kingdom. Anyone who succeeds in the challenge will be awarded the title of Japanese samurai and given a Willow Leaf Sword..."

The crowd in the audience began to get restless, some spitting angrily, some sneering with disdain.

"Who cares about your Japanese samurai title and your broken sword?"

"The Chinese martial arts world is the authentic martial arts world. The Japanese warriors are nothing compared to them!"

"These Japanese people have no good intentions. You can never be sure what tricks they will do."

……

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the audience. A middle-aged man, eight feet tall and with a full beard, strode forward. He shouted at the translator on the stage: "You little rascal, stop yelling on the stage. I, Yuan Datong, will meet you!"

Someone in the crowd immediately recognized the middle-aged man: "Yuan Datong, the boss of the Ryukyu Martial Arts Hall, a disciple of the Kongtong School, and a master of the Seven Wounds Fist."

When everyone saw a burly hero coming out to fight, they immediately became excited and applauded loudly in support.

Yuan Datong climbed onto the stage with great haste, and the crowd cheered for him. After he got on the stage, he glanced at the three young men from the Liuye family and said contemptuously, "Are you three going up together or one at a time?"

The three Japanese warriors were about five feet tall, and compared to Yuan Datong, they were like adults compared to children. However, they did not seem to be afraid of Yuan Datong's threat, and showed a disdainful expression on their faces.

The translator said on the stage: "Mr. Yuan, you can challenge me, but you have to sign a life and death agreement first. On the ring, swords and knives have no eyes, and life and death are left to fate." Yuan Datong waved his hand and signed the life and death agreement without hesitation.

The three young men from the Liuye family on the stage looked at each other, and Liuye Junbei, who was standing on the far right, stood up.

He nodded and said "Hi" to Yuan Datong as a salute. Yuan Datong also clasped his hands in return. At this time, the other two warriors and the translator also walked down the ring.

Only Yuan Datong and Liu Yejunbei were left on the stage, staring at each other. A strong murderous intent was revealed in their eyes.

Liuye Junbei drew out his samurai sword, threw away the scabbard, and said in stiff Chinese: "Show me your weapons!"

Yuan Datong responded loudly: "I can kill you with my bare hands, why would I need weapons?"

After hearing this, Liu Ye Junbei said nothing, tightly grasped the sword, squatted down, stretched his hind legs backwards, and instantly burst out with a sweeping move towards Yuan Datong's lower body...