It was noon, and a ray of sunlight was shining through the clouds.

The snow has stopped, the sun is shining, and everything indicates that today will be a good day.

The flow of people on the street has increased significantly, and there is a lot of excitement among the crowds. There is a faint smell of stir-fried food on the street, I think the nearby restaurant has opened the market, and you can still hear the voice of the shopkeeper greeting business.

The aroma of the fragrant meat stir-fried with fat makes people have an irresistible appetite.

"Hunger...... Goo..."

A hungry sound came from Zhai Zhonglin, it should be the smell of vegetables wafting from the street that unconsciously aroused his hunger, but Zhai Zhonglin, who was still communicating with Zhang Rui, was unaware.

A person who is often short of meat will feel hungry even after a full meal. Because starches such as rice and flour can provide far more energy than meat fat. In order to get enough energy supply and demand, the body can only eat more rice to satisfy hunger, so it is understandable to eat one and a half meals.

However, in this era of insufficient oil and water, the "Holy Ancestor" chaff said: The people can eat three meals a day, which is simply a waste of food, and they should eat two meals a day.

Therefore, the "Holy Ancestor" chaff called on everyone to have two meals a day to save food. After all, the name of eating bran and drinking thin is not called for nothing, and he claims that he is an emperor and only eats two meals a day.

Of course, he has fish and meat at every meal, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas cannot be compared, because he is also an emperor. As for the pastries and tea in the morning and evening, it can't be counted. Naturally, if he feels that he is "gracious", he can't count it as a meal or something to the queen's concubine.

Regarding Kangxiye's statement, the people still agree with it. After all, you can "save" food, right? And the emperor also eats "two meals" like us.

However, they prefer the lifestyle of the bandit army as an "anti-thief".

Four meals a day, morning, noon and evening plus supper.

The word supper is the first time many people have heard it, but it has not affected their yearning at all.

Someone once suggested to Zhang Rui that the army should not be allowed to eat so "openly", it would be too wasteful of military rations. If the people follow suit, then they will not all have to eat the dirt in the future.

However, as the king of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Rui said: How can the soldiers have the strength to train if they are not full? How to kill an enemy if you don't train well? It was easier for the people to eat. If you don't have enough to eat, how can you have the strength to work? If you don't do a good job, how can you find more to eat? It's a causal cycle.

For military rations, Zhang Rui has never been worried. At present, in addition to constantly buying grain in Huguang and other places, the anti-bandit army has also "bought" a lot of grain from the major grain merchants and landlords.

Importantly, China's maritime trade, which used to have almost "no desire and no desire", is now buying grain at the behest of Zhang Rui. Rice and grain from Annam, Korea, Japan, and even Luzon and even Tianzhu were constantly unloaded in the ports of Guangzhou and Quanzhou, exchanging boatloads of tea, silk, porcelain, and so on.

Unlike other rebel armies who like to plunder gold and silver as treasures, Zhang Rui understood a truth from the beginning. If the bandit army is defeated, what is the use of hiding more gold and silver?

Therefore, for the bandit army, which has not yet carried out large-scale economic construction, the treasury at this time is still full. Moreover, there is no large-scale outflow of gold and silver from China today, and the amount of silver is quite sufficient.

While waiting for Daoist Yitian to come over, Zhang Rui took the hungry Zhai Zhonglin and Zhai Xi and others to a nearby restaurant to eat. After all, there are no modern communication tools, and it is not a matter of time and a half to find someone.

For thousands of years, China has been a history of food struggles. The ancestors were obsessed with food in their bones, so that people were most concerned about eating?

Eating gives a natural sense of relaxation, so the dinner table is often the best place to communicate. That's why most important things for Chinese talk about at the dinner table.

During the time of talking with Zhai Zhonglin, Zhang Rui felt that he was indeed a talent. Although I am not very old, I want to be mature and steady in my ideas and suggestions. It's quite good for a young person to have a plan and not be radical.

"'Come again,' it's an interesting name." Zhang Rui looked at the name on the restaurant sign in front of him and said with a smile.

"Alright, that's it!" With that, Zhang Rui walked in.

The restaurant is divided into two floors, and the ground floor has sixty or seventy square meters. There are more than 20 sets of Eight Immortal tables in the main hall, and the counter is placed on the left side of the door. Several shopkeepers in the store are constantly shouting at the moment to serve food and settle the bill, and the seats on the lower floor are almost full at this time, it seems that the food in this restaurant is still good.

A shopkeeper looked at Zhang Rui, who was just dressed in plain cotton clothes, and didn't think about it, so he threw the towel in his hand on his shoulder and asked, "Is this little brother eating?" Several? ”

"Eight." Zhang Rui raised his hand and signaled to the shopkeeper that the few people who were following him were also together.

"Brother boy, please go upstairs, please." The shopkeeper greeted Zhang Rui and the others upstairs with a smile on his face.

The space upstairs is not much smaller than that downstairs, but the people who go upstairs to eat also occupy their seats. At this time, there were two tables vacant near the window, and the shopkeeper cleaned up quickly and beckoned Zhang Rui and the others to sit down.

Everyone sat down, Zhang Rui, Zhai Zhonglin, Zhai Xi and Hu Qianhui sat at one table, and several other guards sat at a table next to them.

"I don't know what Brother Childe wants?" The shopkeeper, who saw the situation, asked Zhang Rui.

"Do you have any special meals here?" Zhang Rui asked.

"Then Brother Gong, listen up, our store has..."

Zhang Rui couldn't help frowning when he listened to the name of the dish reported by the shopkeeper. Because the shopkeeper habitually added a lot of Nanjing accent, Zhang Rui was stunned and didn't understand what the dishes were.

I saw Zhang Rui pick up the hot tea that had just been poured in front of him and take a sip and said, "Xiao Er, I didn't understand your dish." I'll just order a few dishes and let the kitchen get them for me. ”

"Okay, Brother Childe, please speak. As long as it's not too difficult, you can get it in the kitchen. The shopkeeper should admit it. I didn't dare to have a trace of disrespect in my tone, after all, I knew that I was a foreigner by listening to their accents, and it wasn't necessarily a bandit army if I didn't do it, so I naturally didn't dare to offend.

"It's not a difficult dish either. Let's roast a chicken, a salted duck, a plate of braised pork, a braised fish, and a plate of cabbage..."

"Well, Brother Childe, wait a minute. I'll go to the kitchen to report the food. The shopkeeper replied cheerfully.

When the shopkeeper went downstairs to report the food, there was a sudden sound of scolding outside the window, which aroused Hu Qianhui's vigilance.