Sima Xiangru punched the cotton, and if he continued to argue, he would fall into disadvantage, so he tentatively picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of meat in his mouth.

Zhang Yuan saw that the corners of Sima Xiangru's mouth twitched obviously, which was obviously suppressing his expression.

"Sima Gongzi, how does this dish taste?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Okay, okay? Wang Ji threw an unbelievable expression at Sima Xiangru, and Zhang Yuan knew that Sima Xiangru had overturned the car this time.

Compared with Sima Xiangru, the forced king, Wang Ji did not stingy with his praise at all.

"Zhang Gongzi, I'm not afraid of your jokes, this is the most wonderful meal I've ever enjoyed since I started to the present."

This is the last sentence Wang Ji said at this table, after coming up from the small rice, he lay in the bowl regardless of his image.

Zhang Yuan's dishes on their table were the first, and then the exclamations on the other tables were endless.

Zhuo Wangsun patted Zhang Yuan's shoulder, revealing a smile as warm as sunshine, and Zhang Yuan's scalp gradually began to tingle when he smiled.

He had seen this kind of smile from a gay film called "Call Me by Your Name" in later generations, and the two coincided, and Zhang Yuan wanted to vomit at the moment.

More than 80% of the dishes on the table were swept away by Wang Ji alone, until Sima Xiangru began to regret it, it was too late to eat it again, and the embarrassed look almost didn't make Zhang Yuan laugh.

This time, no one proposed to let Zhang Yuan or Sima Xiangru compose poems and play the piano, and as one by one the nobles left with full burps, this time the Zhuojia Restaurant completely opened its reputation in Linqiong.

That night, Zhang Yuan chose to close his business, and he closed for two days in a row.

After the success of the banquet on the opening day, Zhuo Wangsun affirmed Zhang Yuan for the first time, although he didn't know why Zhang Yuan closed the restaurant when it was the hottest, he didn't ask, and directly chose to believe Zhang Yuan.

During the two days of the closure, Xungui, who had a good relationship with Zhuo Wangsun, came to the door one by one to ask why Zhuo's restaurant was closed, and even the county commander Wang Ji also sent someone to ask, saying that he could tell him what difficulties he had, and as long as he did not involve issues of principle, he could help solve them.

Zhuo Wangsun, who has been in business for decades, suddenly felt that another door was open to him, and he was happy and a little worried at the same time.

At noon on the third day, the Zhuojia Restaurant opened for the second time, and in less than a stick of incense, all the seats were full, and there were even some big people like the county commander Wang Ji who sent servants from the family to bring food boxes to pack.

On the opening day, it was all free, but this time it was not free, the price of a dish was as high as two dollars and good silver was enough to discourage a poor and sour person like Sima Xiangru, Zhang Yuan heard the little guy in the restaurant say that this girl had been wandering around outside for a long time, and finally left.

If Wang Ji is here, these nobles will naturally regard Sima Xiangru as a guest, but if there is no Wang Ji, Sima Xiangru's weight is not as important as the current Zhang Yuanlai.

On the third day, at noon alone, Zhuojia Restaurant sold nearly 400 dishes, turning over the table five times. Originally, there were not as many people who came as there were on the first day of opening, but it was only because the people who came on the opening day regarded the food of Zhuojia Restaurant as a capital to brag, so they called friends to come and taste it, and Zhang Yuan wanted this effect.

Many people were afraid that Zhuojia Restaurant would close the door without saying a word again, and even bought a lot of dishes to pack and take home. Zhang Yuan had to admire the foresight of these people, he did close the door after receiving the last guests in the afternoon.

Zhuo Wangsun didn't let anyone check the accounts of the Zhuo Family Restaurant, he didn't care much about how much money the Zhuo Family Restaurant could make, he just wanted to know how much benefit and reputation it would bring to him when the Zhuo Family Blacksmith Shop opened and sold iron pots.

"My father wants to ask when you plan to get the workshop to start making iron pots?"

For more than a month, Zhuo Wenjun took the initiative to find Zhang Yuan for the first time, and directly entered the topic without greetings.

"The restaurant will be closed for two days, and the villain will go to the workshop tomorrow to demonstrate how to forge an iron pot for the blacksmith at the table, and as for the subsequent work, the blacksmith is not needed, and the villain needs some manpower."

"How much?"

"100 people are enough."

For the Zhuo family, there may not be a vast amount of land, but these manpower that is so cheap that it doesn't even cost a penny are still as much as there are.

Early the next morning, a hundred servants had already stopped outside the gate of Zhuo's mansion, waiting for Zhang Yuan to accompany him to the workshop.

The construction of the iron pot is not a difficult thing, any blacksmith can imitate and build a pot when he takes it back, the difficult thing is the treatment of rust, outsiders in the smelting workshop of the Zhuo family can't get in, Zhang Yuan brought these hundred servants in this time, it is likely that they will never be able to come out again, Zhang Yuan knows this.

As fate would have it, since there is no way to change it, we will strive to improve it.

"The head of the family, the villain needs to expand the workshop as a place for those hundred servants to live on weekdays."

Zhuo Wangsun didn't know why Zhang Yuan would make such a request that would not help him, there was always a vacancy in the workshop for slaves to live, even if it was overcrowded, dozens of people could sleep in a room, and there was still a place to squeeze it.

"There are at least three rooms in the workshop that are empty, and a hundred servants can't live there?"

"Master of the family, these servants will learn the complete process of casting iron pots from the villain after today, and the villain thinks that they should be given relatively better conditions, and they are happy in their hearts, and the iron pots cast are naturally the best products.

In the future, blacksmith shops that imitate Zhuo's iron pot will definitely spring up like mushrooms after a rain, and we must ensure the quality of Zhuo's iron pot at the beginning, so as to be able to leave a deep imprint in the hearts of the people. ”

No matter how much saliva Zhang Yuan wasted, Zhuo Wangsun still felt that there was no benefit in doing so, he would only think that the servants were not doing well and would whip them, and those slaves would work hard when they felt pain.

"The old man promised that you could take out a piece of land, but the old man would not allocate more people to help them build a house, and you have to bear all this yourself."

Zhuo Wangsun was able to do this, it was already for Zhang Yuan's sake, and this kind of request was not worth bothering with Zhang Yuan.

"Thank you, master."

With Zhuo Wangsun's consent, Zhang Yuan was able to see those servants without guilt.

A team of 100 people followed behind a carriage and moved away from Zhuo's mansion.

Uncle Li, the workshop manager, hadn't seen Zhang Yuan for a long time, but he knew that he had become a big celebrity in front of Zhuo Wangsun. In order to build the iron pot more smoothly, Zhuo Wangsun specially recalled the steward Uncle Li to Zhuo's mansion and told him that everything should follow Zhang Yuan's wishes.

According to the meaning of the steward Uncle Li, in fact, it is also the meaning of Zhuo Wangsun, and the smelting workshop has been divided into two places from today onwards.

A place where metals are smelted, and a place where idlers and others can't get close.

ps: Hey, vote for yourself and go.