In the years of ancient traders

Early the next morning, Liu Niang still wanted to eat scallion pancakes, so she made them with Song Shu.

Just after the first cake was served, Wang Daqian came again.

"Song Silang, please teach me something else." Wang Daqian said.

Song Shu was surprised: "Scallion pancakes are not good?"

Wang Daqian: "Scallion pancakes are good, but my small shop is not Wanghailou. The oil is too expensive, so it's not worth it." He shook his head regretfully.

Song Shu froze for a moment, then patted his head.

That's right, why did he ignore this? It's because he has become too famous recently, so he forgot?He didn't advertise, and people didn't know that he had cheap oil here, so why would anyone buy it?

No wonder it always feels that the sales are not good.

Song Shu hurriedly took Wang Daqian to his soybean oil workshop.

The beans that are pressed for oil are all steamed, and the aroma of beans is overflowing in the workshop. When Wang Daqian entered the door, he saw several jars sealed with soil. He asked if it was wine, but Song Shu said it was oil.

Wang Daqian was shocked, this Song Silang really got rich, and he would need thirty to fifty cents of oil for that mention, and he piled up so much, no wonder he dared to eat scallion pancakes every day.

"This is soybean oil, which is squeezed from soybeans." Song Shu said.

"Bean?" Wang Daqian had never heard that beans can also be used to extract oil.

"Shopkeeper Wang, would you like to take the two altars home and taste them?" Song Shu asked.

Wang Daqian thought about it, oil is quite precious, and it seems not good for someone to help him and give something away.If he is worried about sales, he can save face and buy two jars.

So he asked him how to sell the oil.

"A mention of three pennies."

Wang Daqian felt that he might be getting old and his ears were not working well, so he asked again.

"Three coins for a mention, forty coins for an altar." Song Shu replied.

One mention is the amount of a wine raisin, which is about a circle larger than the small pot that Song Shu asked Cui Wuniang to get oil last time.

Wang Daqian: "This oil is too cheap."

Song Shu: "Do you want some from shopkeeper Wang?"

Wang Daqian: "Of course! Have you always had this oil?"

Song Shu: "My workshop is for extracting oil." Song Shu pointed to the room, where Mr. Guo and the others were busy, all bare-chested, swinging a hammer to hit a long wooden wedge to squeeze the four thick logs. Bean cakes surrounded by bamboo hoops are neatly arranged in a wooden press.

"No wonder, no wonder." Wang Daqian finally understood why Song Shu dared to be so aggressive.Although he doesn't know how to extract oil, he also knows that other oil workshops do not have his scale, let alone oil extractors like him.

"Okay, bring me two jars, and I'll start work tomorrow." Wang Daqian waved his hand, beckoning the groom to come in and carry oil for him.

Song Shu gave him an extra jar and said, "If Shopkeeper Wang sees someone, he will tell them that everyone who comes to my oil shop in the next ten days will give him a mention."

Wang Daqian was very happy to get an extra pot, and left with a full promise.

"Have you heard that Song Silang from Xianghe Village is delivering oil?"

From Xianghe Village to the county seat and then to Yuexing City, the news spread quickly like flying.

After Song Shu asked shopkeeper Wang, he paid attention to publicizing in the steamed bun workshop. These people who came to buy steamed buns went around, and the news spread in a short time.

Some people don't believe it, how expensive is that oil? Did Song Silang have nothing to do and burn money to play?

But the temptation is a bit big, and many people are still willing to give it a try. Anyway, it is free, and there will be no loss of meat.

After Tan Li's mother found out, she also asked him to make a call.He took the small pot made of bamboo to the soybean oil mill at the entrance of the village. The bamboo fence of the workshop was not high, and he could see many people surrounding it from a distance.

"Get oil here, one person at a time." Song Liuniang stood beside the big oil tank taller than her, directing people to line up for oil.

There were five or six people lined up here, but everyone's eyes were on the other side, and there was a lively group of people.Tan Li was surprised, relying on his shortness and agility, he got into the crowd a few times, only to find that it was Song Silang who was surrounded in the middle.In front of him was a simple clay stove with a fire on it, and an iron pot was placed on it. He held the handle of the iron pot and shook it, and the green wild vegetables jumped up along the arc of the pot and turned somersault inside.

"it is good!"

Someone actually clapped their hands, as if watching a busker in the market.

"You don't need to stir the pot, just use a shovel to fiddle with it a few times, so that the oil is completely covered." Song Silang said calmly.

In the dustpan behind him was a pile of wild vegetables like hills. People here often eat this dish, but they didn't name it, so they always called it wild vegetables.Tan Li's aunt often boils it in water, and the soup she cooks is green and oily, and the leaves are very tender, but also bland.

After the wild vegetables were fried, Song Shu put them on a plate with a few pairs of chopsticks next to them, and invited the onlookers to taste them.

Most of these people eat wild vegetables like Tan Li's family. They boil them and eat them. It's the first time they tasted this kind of wild vegetables wrapped in oil and fried.

"Oh, I never knew this wild vegetable was so delicious."

"Like meat, fragrant."

"I'll let my mother-in-law do it when I get back, and keep the two boys at home if they like it."

"Shiro, can you do it again? I didn't see clearly."

"That's right, let's take a look at the concession ahead." Someone shouted loudly.

There was a commotion in the crowd, another group of people surrounded Song Shu, and Tan Li was also pushed out. He only saw what Song Shu said from a distance, added oil to the iron pan, and threw down a handful of wild vegetables after a while.

This idea came to Song Shu after Wang Daqian left, just like the on-site promotion in a supermarket.I thought it would take a few days to see the effect, but who would have thought that so many people would come here on the first day, and everyone saw that there was a new way to eat wild vegetables, and they all wanted to go back and try it.

After gradually getting these villagers used to frying vegetables with oil, the demand for edible oil will definitely increase greatly. By then, the oil shop will no longer have to worry about sales.

It was only the first day, and most of the people who came were from the nearby villages, so Song Shu chose fried wild vegetables.

In the next few days, he showed off several egg dishes that he often made at home one by one, and even taught him how to make fermented bean curd.After the fifth day, the number of people coming from the county town increased significantly, and there were still many street vendors in Yuexing City. Song Shu saw the opportunity and made a big move-fried dough sticks.

After Wanghailou’s Cuiyu steamed buns, shopkeeper Wang’s soup cake shop has been transformed into a scallion pancake shop.This stuff is the same as steamed buns, everyone has never heard of it, and the smell of scallion oil can be smelled two streets away, and the price is even more affordable. Even ordinary peddlers can buy a piece from time to time to satisfy their hunger.

After the scallion pancake became the number one delicacy in Datu County, everyone wondered why shopkeeper Wang suddenly became interested in food.Wang Daqian did not hide it, and told everyone that it was taught by Song Silang.

Song Silang, it's him again, any new things in the county in the past two months seem to be related to him.

I heard that he has been delivering oil and teaching cooking recently.

All the small vendors whose business has not been improving are gearing up, if they can learn a few tricks from Song Silang, maybe they can also open a business.

On the day of frying fried dough sticks, there were more and more people watching.

No one has ever seen such a big oil pan, let alone food made of flour can be fried in oil.I saw the thin two strands of flour slipping into the pot, whirling and puffing, and blown to the size of an arm.

Not only that, the fritters are crispy, fragrant and delicious.

Song Silang also said that it would be better to eat it in steamed buns.At that moment, someone went to the steamed bun workshop to buy a few, put them in, and they were really delicious.

"How do you mix this flour?"

"Teach us?"

"Is it okay to do white work for a prescription?"

Be it the neighbors or the peddlers who came from the county, one after another, Song Shu seemed to be surrounded by the vortex of the sound, a little dizzy.Song Anan stood beside him in time, and patrolled around with a cold face, the crowd immediately backed away two steps.

Fresh air poured in, and Song Shu finally calmed down: "You don't have to do white jobs in exchange, I'll teach you right away."

When everyone heard this, they were very happy, and rushed to remind them, but seeing Song Anan's face, his voice dropped another octave, and they could only look at Song Shu expectantly, hoping that he would teach carefully.Gai Minger will go back to the city to sell deep-fried dough sticks by himself. As soon as the smell comes out, it is guaranteed to be no worse than shopkeeper Wang's scallion pancakes.

Fried dough sticks consume oil, and the advantages of soybean oil are truly reflected at this time.

One pot is only forty renminbi, so cheap. Although these vendors are not rich, they still have some money. This one takes one jar, that one takes two jars, and the oil piled up in the house quickly loses more than half.

Business improved, and Song Shu beamed.

In the past few days, he has been teaching on the spot, and he can repeat the same dish more than ten times a day, and he has to explain while cooking, which is exhausting.But the business of the workshop is good, he is happy, this is nothing to worry about.

It's a pity that the logistics are not smooth these years, and things are still a little monotonous.And without chili, many dishes cannot be done.Originally, he wanted to make stinky tofu, but there was no stinky tofu with chili sauce... Song Shu was a little uninterested.

Heman's real name was Rahaman, and he traveled thousands of miles with his goods, from the shores of the Red Sea to this empire that was as big as theirs.

After eating a bowl of soup cakes and breathing the free air of Jia Dynasty, He Man decided that this is his future home. He will marry a beautiful Chinese woman and have five or six children. Every day he goes out to do business, and his wife Cooking Chinese delicacies for him is simply a fairy day.

However, looking at the cart of dried red fruits, he seemed to hear the sound of his dreams being broken.

This cart of fruits was sold to him by a sea merchant. He asked the sea merchant where the goods came from, and the sea merchant said vaguely that they got them from the other side of the sea.There are towering trees, spitting white sheep, and majestic altars that cannot be seen from the top.

That is the realm of the gods.

Haishang said solemnly.

He Man thought that maybe this thing could be sold, so he bought it at a very cheap price, traveled across mountains and rivers, and came to the east.

There is a fart market!

He Man traveled in the vast land of China for more than half a year, and even learned many dialects, but he couldn't even find a buyer who knew this fruit.His dream of settling in China.

Last night, He Man was so uncomfortable that he drank a lot of wine and vomited bitterness to the innkeeper.

Early this morning, the clerk told him that going north from here, there is a god in Datu County, Hebei Province, known as Song Silang.He is well-informed and often has wonderful ideas. You can see that this wooden wine jar with a dragon head was invented by him. Now everyone who sells tea and wine uses it. Maybe he will recognize this red fruit.

When He Man heard it, he seemed to see that hope rising again.

He's going to find Song Silang, he's going to sell these fruits, and he's going to settle down in Huaxia!

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