The Ming Dynasty started with caution

After putting Huang Baoshan's picture on it, Lao Ganba's sales were extremely good. Wang Busui asked ten salesmen to come to Beijing, and they were all sold out in the blink of an eye.

Li Mansion,

When Li Dongyang was eating, he found a porcelain jar on the table with Huang Baoshan's smiling face on it. It didn't look like wine.

"What's this?"

The housekeeper smiled and said: "I bought this from the salesman. I heard that the sauce was made by Huang Yuchu, called Lao Gan Daddy. It tastes very delicious. I hope you and I will try it."

But Li Dongyang said: "How could Huang Yuchu's things appear in the hands of a salesman? I heard that there are many workshops opened in Liangxiang, and most of them are made by the refugees in Liangxiang. Yan Chengjin is really slippery."

The housekeeper suddenly felt his stomach churning and almost vomited.

Li Qing'e unscrewed the lid and picked up a little sauce with chopsticks.

Li Dongyang frowned: "Qing'e, didn't you hear what dad said?"

"Uncle Hua has tasted it, so it means that the sauce is edible. There is no difference between the food made by the refugees and the food made by the imperial chef." Li Qing'e said with a smile.

Li Dongyang pretended to have a straight face: "Dad, is he looking at you because of that guy Yan Chengjin?"

"Although my daughter has not met Mr. Yan many times, she also knows that he is the same man of character as her father, but he is just a little different."

Li Dongyang cannot deny it.

Although that guy Yan Chengjin is timid and cautious, he has indeed made a lot of achievements.

Seeing Li Qing'e taste it, he also tasted it and it tasted good.

Ningshouhou Mansion,

There was a bottle of Lao Ganba on Zhang Heling's table. The two brothers stared at it for a long time. Zhang Heling cursed: "This costs two taels of silver?"

Twenty taels of silver is extremely expensive. Thirty taels of silver per acre of land will cost you a corner of the field.

However, if Yan Chengjin were here, he would dare to respond: Yes, it is two taels of silver.

Lao Gan Daddy's ingredients are extremely generous, not to mention adding various spices.

Best of all, beef is used.

Let’s not talk about how much a pound of beef costs. With the limited beef order, you can’t just eat beef if you want.

The beef is minced in the sauce. Most people may know it is meat, but they may not be able to taste it.

Zhang Yanling picked up a little bit with chopsticks, and after a moment, she said happily: "It's delicious, brother, it's not a loss!"

Zhang Heling slapped him in the face and said, "It's my money you're spending!"

Yanfu,

Wang Busui said to Yan Chengjin: "Master, why don't we open a store in the capital and let the salesmen pick and choose, but they can't sell much. If we open a store here, I don't know how much money we will make."

The salesman can only go back and forth once a day?

If you have a place to stay in the capital, you can use horse-drawn carriages to continuously transport the sauce, and you can also put it in the Yingke Song Restaurant.

Yan Chengjin shook his head: "No."

Nowadays, although Lao Gan Daddy's sales are good, many people just want to get a taste of it. They only pay two taels of silver for a jar. Even the gentry may not be willing to buy the second jar. If the business is not good when they open a store, they will have to pay money.

The original intention was to let the gentry go to their good hometown in search of their old godfather, but unexpectedly there were still very few people there.

The chili peppers haven't flowed into Daming yet, and the taste of Lao Gan Daddy is a little bit like soybean beef sauce.

The essence of Lao Gan Ma is the spicy taste that you can’t stop eating. Without that spicy taste, it’s hard to get addicted.

What surprised him was,

On the second day of the sutra feast, a jar of Lao Ganba appeared on the banquet.

Zhu Houzhao ate happily and licked the bowl clean: "Lao Gao, you don't need to spend any money anyway. You can give me a few cans later. I asked Ma Banban to pick them up. The only thing that makes me unhappy is the name you gave me. , every time I shout, I feel like I have suffered a loss, why not call me Dad Zhu?”

Not paying attention to what Zhu Houzhao said, Yan Chengjin asked cautiously: "Your Highness, what is this horse companion's name?"

"Ma Banban is Ma Yongcheng."

Ma Yongcheng, another Eight Tigers?

"I heard from the Franji people that there is a beautiful land on the sea called America. There is a magical condiment called chili. If it is added to Lao Gan Daddy, it will be more delicious."

Zhu Houzhao blinked and understood what Yan Chengjin meant: "Do you want the horse to go to sea with you?"

"Your Highness makes your own decision, and I am not forcing you to do so. However, if you want to go to sea, it may be more convenient to go from Songjiang Mansion. There is a beach there."

"Lao Gao, why are there always strange Francois around you?"

"I am the censor, supervising the government and the public. I naturally pay more attention to Franji and the Great Cannibal."

Zhu Houzhao thought about it for a while. Although he didn't know why Lao Gao always let his companions come out of the palace, it didn't do him any harm.

He got up immediately, ran back to the East Palace and settled the matter.

Ma Yongcheng had never even seen Yan Chengjin in person, and he just disappeared.

Many restaurant owners in the capital bought Lao Gan Daddy as a famous dish on the menu, giving it one spoonful at a time, and the price was extremely expensive.

By dismantling and selling it in this way, ordinary people can also have the opportunity to taste it.

"I heard that this old godfather was not made by Huang Yuchu, but by the refugees from Liangxiang. But how could the refugees make such delicious food? Don't look at me. If you don't believe me, ask the waiter. I heard that Liangxiang There are many workshops.”

The waiter hurriedly hid and walked away, letting the shopkeeper know that he had spilled the beans and would fine him wages.

The shopkeeper also knew that it was made by refugees, and was afraid that no one would eat it if he told it, so he kept it secret.

Most people have heard that Liangxiang is a place for refugees, but there are always a few bold merchants who go to purchase Lao Ganba and have the courage to go to Liangxiang.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the goods in the workshop were produced, but there were still not many people in Liangxiang.

Forbidden City,

In an inconspicuous duty room, Xie Qian took out a brocade box, put it on the table and asked mysteriously: "Mr. Liu and Brother Binzhi, guess what this is?"

"I can't guess it, just tell me directly." Liu Jian was straightforward.

Xie Qian had a dark face, thinking that it was not easy for his sister-in-law to follow him for decades.

Li Dongyang opened the brocade box directly, and saw something like a pen inside, but it was much larger than a pen.

"What is this?"

"Hehe, this is a single-tube Song telescope, just like the previous Song telescope, it can see thousands of miles away as if it is close at hand. Now there is this thing in the capital. I spent a lot of money to hear from the boss that I got it from Liangxiang. Look, there is also a 叆叇. Some bosses in the capital are selling it, and my Daming workshop can also make it."

Liangxiang?

Li Dongyang frowned slightly. Recently, there were very few people from Liangxiang who came to report. First, it was Lao Gandie, then the monocular telescope and the 叆叇. What happened to Liangxiang...

In the eyes of the gentry in the capital, Liangxiang is still a den of bandits and thieves where refugees gather.

Many fresh goods flow out of Liangxiang County and are popular among merchants, but not many people dare to come to Liangxiang.

Yan Chengjin ordered someone to call Wang Yue: "You haven't published a book for a long time, right?"

Wang Yue's eyes lit up: "My nephew, have you realized something?"

Yan Chengjin took out a manuscript from his arms. This action made Wang Yue both familiar and nostalgic, and he took it over in a flash.

"Liangxiang County Merchants"?

"Lord Wang knows how to do business?"

Wang Yue laughed. His business was very obscure, but he was not afraid to tell Yan Chengjin: "Of course, the previous dynasty left a little foundation."

"Can the first book be published within seven days?"

"Five days are enough!"

Wang Yue looked at Yan Chengjin's cuffs. According to this kid's nature, two copies at a time, he must have prepared one for Cheng Minzheng: "My dear nephew, I..."

"Qingshan Jun's copy has been sent out long ago." Yan Chengjin said.

Wang Yue guessed correctly. He sent a copy to Cheng Minzheng. He made a distinction between the two big names and could not mess around.

Mr. Chuanshi and Mr. Qingshan are two different styles.

Mr. Chuanshi's stories are more realistic, describing all kinds of social conditions.

Qingshan Jun outlines demons, foxes, ghosts and monsters, giving full play to his wild imagination.

This is the only way to make the Ming Dynasty literary world colorful.

Wang Yue asked angrily: "What book did my nephew give to Cheng Minzheng? How does it compare to this one?"

"They are all amazing works. Just write them. I will never be partial."

"I have to finish it one day earlier than Cheng Minzheng!"

Wang Yue strode out of Yan's house and disappeared in a flash.

After returning to his own house, Wang Yue asked someone to help him take a five-day sick leave.