"Young master, there are so many goods and no one comes, these sauces can't be sold, and I'm worried about the villain." How can you know that a row of shops belongs to the Yan Mansion.

Yan Chengjin walked into a grocery store, and there was a jar of sauce in the backyard.

Not only the grocery store, but also the cloth and rice shops are not very crowded, not to mention other shops.

Back in the capital, Yan Chengjin went to Zeng's mansion.

Subsequently, Song Jing carried the burden on his back, took twenty craftsmen, and prepared to go to Liangxiang, and the process of making the stings became more and more mature.

He went this time to teach the production technology to the workers in Liangxiang, and Yan Chengjin was going to open the first optical store in Liangxiang.

Speaking of which, Song Jing always felt a little ashamed.

During this time, his wife once wrote to ask him how he was doing in his studies and when he would return to his hometown.

But even if he can't get fame, he doesn't regret it.

Since meeting Yan Chengjin, he has felt more and more that in addition to gaining fame, what he is doing now seems to be more meaningful, and he has repeatedly won bonuses from the imperial court and high praise from His Majesty.

……

Welcome Pine Restaurant,

Two days have passed, Yan Chengjin has been staying in the back kitchen of the restaurant, in front of him, boiling a pot of oil, only to see the imperial chef Huang Baoshan add a lot of condiments.

Zhu Houzhao slipped out of the palace and heard that Yan Chengjin was not in the house, so he came here.

"This doesn't taste right, it's a little bit worse."

Huang Baoshan's face was dark, this is the eleventh time.

Whenever he thought it was good enough, Yan Chengjin always told him that it was still a little bit close.

"What kind of soup does Lord Yan want?" Huang Baoshan frowned and asked.

"This official is going to make soy sauce."

"Isn't this soy sauce?"

Yan Chengjin shook his head: "It's not this soy sauce." ”

"And Na soy sauce?" Huang Baoshan was anxious.

Soy sauce has been available for a long time, but it is too far behind the later generations, and the Ming Dynasty is short of materials, and Huang Baoshan may feel delicious when it tastes good.

But Yan Chengjin tasted it and couldn't put it in his mouth.

The incense is fragrant, but the taste is wrong.

"Add some sesame oil and some sugar."

Huang Baoshan poured the sugar and sesame oil, at this time, a fragrance came, and before Yan Chengjin could say, he tasted it first and was stunned for a moment.

It tastes much better than just now.

Yan Chengjin tasted it, although the taste was much better, but there was still a big distance from the later generations, and the soy sauce in the later generations was also delicious when eaten with rice.

At present, the condiments and processes are estimated to be to this extent.

"It's finished." Yan Chengjin said: "Order someone to send these soy sauces to Liangxiang County, this recipe, please keep it secret." ”

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said, "Old Gao, let's send him to the poison country, right?" ”

Huang Baoshan is forty-two years old and almost didn't pee his pants.

"Your Highness, don't scare your ministers."

In order to block Zhu Houzhao's mouth, Huang Baoshan hurriedly made him a delicious meal of Buddha jumping over the wall, Zhu Houzhao licked the plate cleanly, and flies flew up to split the fork.

Intimidating Huang Baoshan every day to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas, Zhu Houzhao is never tired of it.

Yan Chengjin went to Liangxiang.

The good township is becoming deserted day by day, and the remaining few foreign shops that can't hold on have changed hands, and only the shops of the indigenous gentry are stubbornly guarded.

Workshops were built one after another, and the wages were paid immediately after the day's work, and the displaced people worked extremely hard.

In the evening, smoke wafted from the straw huts of every house, and the homeless people had not heard the sound of rice cooking in the pot for a long time.

At first, they complained that the court drove them to their good country, but now they are grateful to Dade.

At the end of the day, you can earn five cents, and if you find a better workplace, it is not a problem to earn seven cents.

Even women can go to the duck feather farm, wash the duck feathers, and as long as they are willing to work hard, they can receive wages.

The homeless people are grateful to the owner of the workshop, but they do not know who the owner is.

However, some homeless people who are generally knowledgeable are also worried about their good hometown.

If the owner's business can't be done, the workshop won't last long, and then there will be no livelihood.

Wang Busui had a depressed face: "Young master, I heard that our good township has changed the tax system, and we want to take one from thirty to become a cashier." ”

"What's wrong?"

Wang Busui stomped his feet: "This is a loss!" ”

It turns out that you can just hand over something and just pass it away.

Even if you sell jewelry, you can also mix up the pearls, send two steamed buns as jewelry to pay taxes, and you can fool the past, and now you really have to pay silver, isn't it a loss?

"Don't be in front of this young master in the future." Yan Chengjin didn't want to communicate with a soul that had not been sublimated.

Wang Busui said aggrievedly: "Young master, let's start a workshop, we must make money, otherwise where will the silver be paid......"

The workshop has been open for half a month, and the goods have been hoarded a lot, and the people of ten miles and eight towns have heard that this is a gathering place for displaced people, where do they dare to come.

Even the indigenous gentry did not dare to go out shopping, let alone the capital.

The capital is more prosperous than here, and the gentry's brains are caught in the ass of a donkey, so they will come here to purchase.

There is no money in the account, and the wages are almost unpaid.

"Is Huang Baoshan's head picture painted?" Yan Chengjin asked.

Wang Busui's eyes lit up: "The painting is done, the young master wants to sell the old godfather?" ”

"Find a few strong and strong homeless people to be merchants, and pick them to sell in the capital."

Wang Busui went to do it happily.

The old godfather is the imperial chef Huang Baoshan secretly made with the sauce of the grocery store, chopped the meat sauce, the taste is excellent, but I don't know why the young master, I want to find a painter to spend a portrait, so I am willing to sell it.

……

Two hours later, the capital,

The merchants carried cans of old godfathers and went to the streets of the capital to sell them everywhere.

The Yingke Song Restaurant in the capital is also selling the old godfather, printed with the word royal, and the gentry knew at a glance that this was from Huang Baoshan's hand, and they immediately moved the idea of trying it.

In the evening, Kunning Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi came to have dinner with Empress Zhang, Zhu Houzhao was also there, his father was kind and filial piety, Zhu Houzhao was not picky, he ate happily, and he ate whatever he wanted, but Emperor Hongzhi had no appetite.

"Your Majesty, do you want a can of old godfather?" Xiao Jing said with concern.

"Old godfather, what is it?"

"It was made by the welcoming pine restaurant outside the palace, and the slave maid tasted it, and it was very delicious." Xiao Jing ordered someone to bring it up, and the factory guards naturally knew about the things outside the palace.

I saw an avatar on the lid of the can, and Emperor Hongzhi's old face moved slightly: "Isn't this Huang Imperial Kitchen?" ”

Zhu Houzhao took a closer look, it was really Huang Baoshan's dog head......

Huang Baoshan's smiling image is amiable, and he looks extremely underwhelming.

To call Huang Baoshan to be the old godfather, Emperor Hongzhi muttered in his heart, how could he choose such a strange name!

Xiao Jing looked at His Majesty's face, and knew what he was thinking, and hurriedly said: "Although the name is not good, the taste is excellent, Your Majesty will know it as soon as you taste it." ”

Emperor Hongzhi tasted it, his brows furrowed slightly, the taste was very layered, salty, a little sweet, and a kind of indescribable fragrance, and he ate a mouthful of rice, which was extremely appetizing.

"Well, it's delicious."

Zhu Houzhao took some clips, and was stunned when he tasted it, isn't this the taste of the recipe that Lao Gao sent to Liangxiang?

"Where is this made by Huang Yuchu, it is clearly made by the homeless people in Liangxiang."

Xiao Jing was frightened, how dare the things made by the homeless people enter His Majesty's holy mouth.

"Your Highness, don't talk nonsense......"

Emperor Hongzhi blackened his face.

Zhu Houzhao was casual: "When Lao Gao asked Huang Baoshan to make this sauce that day, the palace was there, and it must have been Lao Gao who pasted Huang Baoshan's avatar and sold dog meat with a sheep's head!" ”