In the hall of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, six or seven ministers met secretly to discuss Qin Ming's new invention cautiously.

They have already made a judgment, if they steal Qin Ming's mysterious technology this time, they can not only slap Qin Ming in the face, but also rob Qin Ming's technology.

If this is successful, it will not be possible to make a lot of money.

However, when several ministers watched their subordinates knead the dough and make plum dried vegetable baked cakes, they were all stunned.

From the beginning they were excited, expectant, and confused.

To the present bewilderment, surprise, and ...... Wrath!

When the aroma of the plum vegetable cake filled the hall, the previous solemn atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

When the subordinate took out a few baked cakes, the faces of several adults were already dark.

"This ...... This is what Qin Ming did...... Mystery items? "Dali Siqing can't believe it!

Zuo Xiang took a cake and sniffed it gently: "This...... Just for baked cakes? ”

Taibao sighed helplessly: "At present, this is the case!" ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and took a bite of a cake, frowning: "Huh? This bread ...... It's delicious! ”

Several adults looked at him helplessly, and then the master said:

"When is it, you still want to eat, this Qin Ming, I don't know what to think, take a lot of pains, just make an oven to make baked cakes?"

"Taishi, the two prime ministers, this is really delicious, I don't believe you can taste it!" Taibao ate one in a few bites and took another.

Zuo Xiang frowned: "What to eat, eat, the old man is starving to death, and it is impossible to eat this thing made by Qin Ming......"

After a while, Zuo Xiang and several people finished eating the cake in their hands, and then wiped their mouths: "It's so fragrant......"

Taishi waved his hand to the subordinate and said, "Roast dozens more, I didn't expect this one Qin Ming to make, it's quite delicious." ”

After eating, the right minister said, "Do we still grab this thing from Qin Ming?" ”

"If you don't rob it, you can't wait for the courtiers to sell baked cakes, right? Let Qin Ming get this matter, as a colt, it is already shameful to be a businessman, if he sells baked cakes on the street, hum, it is really a disgrace to the royal family. ”

Zuo Xiang said, and ate two more baked cakes!

On Qin Ming's side, several flavors such as plum dried vegetable baked cakes, lean meat baked cakes, scallion oil baked cakes and so on have been adjusted.

That afternoon, he asked a family member to carry a cart carrying an oven and went with him out into the street.

Of course, he is not going to make money from a stall, but to try the effect first, if it sells well, he will open a chain of snack bars everywhere, and the baked cakes are just one of them, and the latter will take his time.

Don't underestimate the money that comes with eating, in this world, eating is really not very good.

If Qin Ming makes a lot of delicacies, it will definitely be a big profit!

When he arrived on the street, Qin Ming patted the oven and said arrogantly:

"The food culture of Chu will be driven by my Qin Ming today, and pushed to a new height!"

After saying the opening remarks, he said to the housekeeper: "Let's start, make baked cakes!" ”

So, the family began to get busy, and the baked cakes were quickly baked one by one.

However, the people around were just curious to pass by and take a look, and no one stopped to buy it.

So, Qin Ming began to shout: "Sell baked cakes, burnt cakes, two pennies each." Ma Ma I want to eat baked cakes, eat, eat big drops, is two enough? Enough, thank you Ma Ma~"

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Under Qin Ming's shouting, someone finally came to buy it.

Originally, it was bought and eaten as an ordinary cake, but when you bite into it, this freshly baked pancake is crunchy, and the aroma of lard and the aroma of dried plum vegetables are perfectly soft.

With the crispiness of the chew and the perfect aroma, the two create a sensation in just two words: delicious!

So, the first one to eat the baked cake became addicted and shouted for another one.

And the people around me are also puzzled to buy one and try it.

This time, I want to eat the second one.

The people of the imperial capital have always been not short of money.

But they don't have this kind of food, and they really haven't eaten these various flavors of baked cakes.

In addition, the coal is burning in the oven, and the temperature is warm, so it can be a lot warmer when everyone gathers around in this cold winter.

So, this baked cake became so simple and popular.

Seeing that everyone was scrambling to start baking cakes, Qin Ming smiled.

This business can be done.

So I quickly settled the accounts in my head.

First of all, a baked cake costs two pennies, and the cost is one-tenth.

That is, the cost of ten baked cakes is two wen, and the income is eighteen wen.

Sell a thousand a day, and earn nearly two taels of silver.

It's just a stall where you can earn two taels a day.

Ten stalls earn twenty taels a day, and one hundred stalls earn two hundred taels a day.

The imperial capital has a population of several million, many customers, and a hundred stalls, which is far from enough.

So at least, Qin Ming will come to a thousand stalls, or branches in the future.

Just by baking cakes, you can earn about 1,000 to 2,000 taels a day.

It's already terrifying.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming smiled.

Making money, in a certain sense, is more interesting than being an official, because you can get a lot of money into your own pocket, and this kind of happiness is not experienced by the poor.

The success of the baked cake gave Qin Ming self-confidence.

Next, all kinds of skewers, stinky tofu, stewed noodles, fried noodles, egg cakes, etc., can all be made.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Qin Ming couldn't wait.

So, he was ready to go back immediately, on the one hand, to let the butler expand the baked cakes, and on the other hand, he researched new snacks to make.

However, just as he was about to go home, there was a sudden noise in the street ahead.

Then I heard the sound of the gong, and at the same time a voice shouted: "When the prince arrives, the people kneel to greet him!" ”

Then, many people knelt down, and Qin Ming saw clearly that there was a pair of people walking in the middle of the road on the street.

Some of these horses were wearing armor, some were dressed as officers and soldiers, the gongs and drums of the soap officials in front of them knocked open the road from time to time, and behind the few armored cavalry was a luxurious carriage.

On both sides of the carriage were four maids walking briskly.

"When the son of the world arrives, the people kneel to greet him!"

Wherever the car passed, the people really knelt down.

This surprised Qin Ming, he was just a son, and at worst, he was the emperor's nephew. That is, the eldest son of a prince or prince, who will inherit the title in place of his father.

is equivalent to Chu Fei, the son of the prince, but he is not the eldest son, so he did not make him the son.

And the son of the world in front of him, Qin Ming didn't know whose son it was.

The emperor has a lot of brothers and sisters, and there are also many cousins, so Qin Ming doesn't know this son.

It seems that he came back from outside, and he should be the eldest son of the prince who has a fief outside.

However, even if the emperor's prince comes out, there is no reason for the people to kneel and greet him, and only the emperor and empress, or the crown prince, have such privileges.

You are just a son, how can you be so majestic?

Qin Ming didn't even kneel to the Son of Heaven, so naturally he wouldn't kneel to the Son of the World.

The family next to him wanted to kneel, but Qin Ming grabbed him and said, "Don't kneel!" ”

The people around him knelt down, but he and his family didn't.

And his words were also heard by Shizi's subordinates, and immediately the cavalryman on the horse pointed at Qin Ming with a whip and shouted:

"Bold, you don't kneel?"

Qin Ming stood with his hands in his hands: "He, he is not qualified to let me kneel!" ”