First of all, thank you for your concern, it's not a serious illness, a migraine caused by cervical spine compression of nerves, an old problem.

Today, I went to the hospital to let the old Chinese medicine doctor prick a small needle, which is already much better, and it will not affect the future update.

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The rest of the day was business as usual.

Xiao Daoren returned to the mountain within a few days, thinking that after he went out for so many days, Wu Ning's inn would not be able to open.

However, with the arrival of pilgrims, coupled with the fact that the small courtyard is indeed chic, it is also a unique elegant store in Fangzhou, and it has really opened.

Later, Xiao Daoren made a special trip to see it, and patted Wu Ning's shoulder when he left, "Well, there are indeed a few differences, which shows that Poor Dao did not look at the wrong person." ”

In his words, the belief that he wanted to accept Wu Ning as a disciple seemed to be more unswerving.

As for that bet......

Hehe, Xiao Laodao automatically ignored it and couldn't remember.

Wu Ning was angry, and he couldn't wait to burn Xiao Laodao's thief's den to relieve the hatred in his heart.

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At the end of August, the inns of the fifth and sixth uncles have also been renovated, and they will be opened on an auspicious day.

After a period of fermentation, the reputation of Xuncuiju has also broken out in Fangzhou, and now the guests who come to stay are no longer the main source of guests.

More are the literati and wealthy families who came to chase the wind and made a special trip to Xiashan Pass to experience the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

When there was no room for the guests, Wu Ning led the guests to the fifth and sixth uncles.

Slowly, the three stores have gained a foothold, and there are few empty rooms.

Originally, if it was calculated according to 500 wen per room, it would take nearly two months, but Wu Ning would have made a lot of money.

However, later Zu Jun issued a death order and did not let Wu Ning sell 500 wen a night.

Old Ancestor doesn't care what strange goods you can live in, or gimmicks like being unconventional.

The old man admits a dead reason: even if you decorate the house into a fairyland, it is not a living that costs much money, why do you dare to ask for so much money?

To put it bluntly, Wu Ning's money came too easily, and Zu Jun was not sure.

Wu Ning originally wanted to compete with Zujun, but when he turned his head, it was not impossible to reduce housing prices, Fangzhou was not a capital city like Chang'an and Luoyang after all, and there were countless high rollers.

Five hundred wen a night did earn enough eyeballs, but most of them came to stay for one night to feel it, and when the novelty passed, even if the reputation was great, I am afraid that not many people could afford to live.

Wait until no one is here to reduce the price, it is better to lower the price now, and take advantage of the limelight to attract a group of regular customers.

So, Wu Ning discussed with Lao Zujun and changed the room price back to 100 wen a night, which was basically the same as the first-class rooms in the big stores in the city.

In this way, it is really effective, and regular customers like Dugu Ao and Lei Ji will come to Cuiju from time to time to find a place to live. Sometimes he also brought his classmates to read and compete in poetry, which attracted a lot of customers for Wu Ning.

But here comes the problem again.

One is a wall poem;

The second is the issue of eating.

The inscription wall poem, at the level of Wu Ning, only filled one room after a wave of counterfeiting, and even another room was not settled, let alone the new stores of the fifth and sixth uncles.

It's not okay if there is no such thing, and now the main source of customers is either Wensheng or vassals and elegant wealthy families, and the good ones are this mouthful.

Like Li Bai, Bai Juyi's poems, Wu Ning remembers, but he is reluctant to write directly on the wall. I don't have a lot of inventory, so maybe it will be of great use in the future.

In the end, there was really no trick, so Wu Ning had to stretch out his claws to his ugly uncle.

Don't look ugly uncle, but the level is still a bit, and it's absolutely no problem to make up a few sour poems to deal with one or two.

So, Wu Ning pulled Uncle Ugly to the guest room, stuffed pen and ink into Uncle Ugly's hand, and threw up the scoundrel, you have to write it, and you have to write it if you don't write it.

Uncle Ugly looked at Wu Ning silently for a long time with a pen, "Okay, it's just a few poems, it's not difficult." ”

After speaking, with a stroke of the pen, a five-word quatrain was completed.

When Wu Ning saw it, tears came down and he snatched the pen away.

"You're ruthless!!"

"Wu Laoba!! Come on, paint the wall! ”

Uncle Ugly didn't think so, put his hands behind his back, and said in his heart: Little sample, can't cure you?

I saw a sword on the wall, and a poem was written:

Drunk and hateful,

Sleep together for eternity.

I don't know how to remember the blind date,

Soul Breaker.

Murderous, resentful!

If these four poems were left on the wall, who would dare to sleep in this house?

Wu Ning really had no choice, racked his brains, took risks, and finally held back two poems from Meng Haoran's later years to deal with them. I thought silently in my heart, I hope Meng Haoran will not come to Fangzhou.

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As for the second question of eating.

To be honest, it wasn't a problem at first, and it's only recently become apparent.

After all, Wu Ning's casserole rice is also quite distinctive, as long as people who have eaten it say it is good, but the problem lies in the casserole rice.

Because Wu Ning only has casserole rice, one or two meals are fine, eat every day, and have a day when he gets tired of eating sooner or later.

It seems that Dugu Ao, who often comes, has begun to complain, can you change some food?

But Wu Ning can only eat casserole rice, other common dishes in the Tang Dynasty, Wu Ning's level is far worse than the restaurants in the city.

Innovating dishes has become a matter of the moment, so Wu Ning thought of stir-frying.

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The invention of stir-fry in Datang mainly faced three problems: pot, oil, and heat.

The best solution is the heat, even if there is no stove, put more firewood, and make a big fire is no problem. It's really not good, and letting Huzi fan it aside can also solve it.

Oil, Datang has no vegetable oil, let alone soybean oil, only hemp seed oil for lighting, which cannot be used for stir-frying.

It's not realistic to let Wu Ning squeeze the oil by himself, but, after thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be a big problem to use lard and mutton fat.

Besides, there was no thin-bottomed pan suitable for stir-frying, and he couldn't test whether lard and mutton fat would work.

Now the first problem is to get a pot that can stir-fry.

For this matter, Wu Ning also went into the city in person and ran several blacksmith shops to prepare a custom wok.

However, after this trip, Wu Ning decided that we should think of something else and stop stir-frying.

Why?

Because it's so expensive.

He talked about the style of the wok, and all the blacksmiths said: "Can you do it, how many mouthfuls does Xiao Langjun want to make?" ”

"Two mouthfuls are enough, but the walls of the pot should be thin."

"How thin."

"The thinner, the better."

"Oh." The blacksmith nodded and held out a slap, "Fifty..."

"Guan!!"

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Wu Ning almost didn't scold her mother, why are you robbing money?

The fourth uncle has a straight knife made of steel, which was rewarded by the imperial court for his military exploits at the beginning, and was paid tribute by the ancestor in the ancestral hall.

It was the best sword in the world, but it was worth only twenty or thirty times. This guy dares to open his mouth to ask for fifty pots, that's not a robbery, what is it?

"Hey, hey." Blacksmith Da Le, "So that Xiao Langjun knows that if he can beat the pot so thin and not leak, does he have to make the steel of the sword to take shape?" ”

"If the ordinary cast iron is so thin, let alone set it on fire, the spatula will leak with a little force!"

Wu Ning was speechless, "That's not worth fifty times, right?" ”

"Isn't it going to be fifty?" The blacksmith pouted, "One pot is enough to make a few knives, Xiao Langjun said it's worth fifty times?" ”

"Farewell!" Wu Ning didn't do it.

One pot is fifty times, and I have to sell how many plates of fried celery to sell.

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