Zhao Zheng, no, it should be called Manager Zhao now, finally realized his entrepreneurial dream, struggled for three years in the future without a pancake stall, and successfully relied on "beauty" to earn a tavern in a month in the Warring States period. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Having it is equivalent to having a chicken coop, and the following is to let it raise a little hen that can lay golden eggs.

The food and beverage industry has been around since ancient times, and there is no other reason why people take food as their nature, but now there are too many tableware and cooking utensils. Without thinking about anything else, Zhao Zheng found a few rough models on paper and handed them to Tao Yuan to find a blacksmith to build.

Jing Ke is a native of Yixian County, and now he is a swordsman in Yihou Mansion and has a wide range of contacts. Zhao Zheng used his connections to find a lot of spices and cane sugar in the south.

To build a new type of tavern, the layout must be brand new, Zhao Zheng thinks that the hundred gold in his pocket is not bad money, but unfortunately there is no engineering team in this era. In the end, Tao Yuan found a friend of his former and led the township party to make a cameo appearance in the construction team.

Don't give money, just take care of the rice, Zhao Zheng was very moved to take the medicinal herbs bought from the southern merchants into water to entertain everyone, although the taste is weird, but the taste is really good.

Zhao Zheng looked at the missing half of the tea leaves and felt a little distressed, although Shennong used tea to detoxify when he tasted the herbs, but he couldn't use it as a medicinal material, and the price of partial birth was still so expensive.

In the blink of an eye, the tavern was renovated, and the cooking utensils and tableware in the kitchen were similar, and there were five stoves in it according to Zhao Zheng's design, two large and one small. According to different functions, it is divided into stew, stir-frying, soup, water, and porridge.

There are green vegetables, and the wild meat is cheap to death, but the oil of this stir-fry made Zhao Zheng very dissatisfied, and he didn't open for half a month, and led everyone to pound soybeans.

Tao Yuan took the money to Y County to buy good corn, and then pulled these corns to the countryside to exchange for soybeans, originally pulling copper coins, but unfortunately the copper coins of the Warring States period in this barter were only limited to the cities.

In short, the soybeans are there, and Zhao Zheng of the oil press also made one himself, the principle of pressing, the pressure plate is padded and the wooden stick is applied downward, and the soybeans that are crushed and dehydrated naturally produce oil.

It's just that this process is too laborious, and Zhao Zheng didn't do it long before his arm became numb, but Tao Yuan still had to buy, and Jing Ke also had a full-time job.

In the end, the wooden faction came into play, the silly boy was not strong and strong, and one arm could use the strength of Zhao Zheng's whole body. In order to treat this kid, Zhao Zheng made him some fried soybeans, and added some sucrose, which tasted great.

After the soybean is squeezed and the oil is left, there is only a piece of oil cake left, Tao Yuan looked at it and could eat it after it was steamed, but Zhao Zheng had other plans. He soaked the pancakes in water, steamed them over a fire, and stirred them constantly, until the water slowly turned milky white.

This is soy milk, Zhao Zheng took out a bowl and handed it to Chunniang, and said affectionately: "How about we drink this soy milk every day in the future?" Chun Niang was tender and nodded in agreement. The pottery garden and wood over there drank a bowl of each person.

Seeing that it was half a pot, Zhao Zheng hurriedly said: "Don't finish drinking, I still make tofu brain?" ”

"Really?" Tao Yuan poured the remaining half bowl into the pot and looked at Zhao Zheng for a while.

It's so unhygienic, isn't this all your saliva? Forget it, Zhao Zheng made up his mind to let these two eat it.

With a little tricking, the tender tofu brain was baked, and with Zhao Zheng's long-pickled dogwood sauce, the pottery garden and wood were all you could eat. Later, Jing Ke came over, and the three of them ate the rest.

After burping after eating, Jing Ke recalled the taste just now, and couldn't help but say: "You can eat well in the future, and you don't have to eat one meal after another." After speaking, he quickly covered his mouth and secretly looked at Chunniang.

Mu also said: "Yes, yes, my mother can still eat the stew, but those wheat rice or something are unpalatable and dead." ”

"Are you two talking about me?" Chun Niang had a dark face and stared at the two of them. That appearance on the pan really made Zhao Zheng miss it.

"Ah, I still have to leave beforehand, Zhao Zheng, I expect you to make a better meal."

After Jing Ke finished speaking, he patted his ass and left, Mu lowered his head and secretly looked at Zhao Zheng, as if he wanted him to help intercede, Zhao Zheng shook his head and made a helpless expression, and Mu pulled his legs and left.

The two of them chased after each other in the courtyard, Zhao Zheng looked at it and shook his head, and then dragged Tao Yuan, who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, to the backyard.

"What is the old man, I am already at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and now I need to rest."

Zhao Zheng glanced at him and said, "Pull you down, you are as strong as a bear, talk about old age in front of me."

I still have one more process to make tofu just now, but you just finished eating the tofu brain, and now it's time for you to atone for your sins, hurry up. ”

Tao Yuan's eyes lit up and said, "There is still delicious food, the old man in a hurry is worried that he has nothing to do after eating." ”

"Foodie!" Zhao Zheng glanced at it with disdain and brought out the soaked beans.

The next day, Yishuibian was very lively, and the tavern that had been closed for half a month reopened, this time with a different owner, with short hair and looking very strange, but talking and behaving like a Confucian scholar.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the shop has been renovated for a few days and is open today, specially named Home Inn, which is guaranteed to make you feel the warmth of home.

In order to thank the new and old friends for their support, this time we will carry out a reward activity, and those who have spent five yuan in our store will receive a cup of warm porridge. ”

"Cut" everyone booed, and thought it was sweet, it turned out to be a cup of porridge.

Zhao Zheng smiled without saying a word, and asked Chun Niang to bring out a pot, in which there were a few red dates floating in yellow and white, and the fragrance quickly diffused.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all stared at the pot, not remembering how they despised it just now.

Zhao Zheng scooped out a bowl and said: "That brother is willing to come forward and give it a try, this bowl is a free gift, let everyone taste it for free." ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, but no one was willing to step forward, and then a scholar in a Confucian shirt stood up and said: "Then let me try it next, I wish Mr. Taste delicious." ”

"Goodong~~"

After drinking, the Confucian shirt's eyes lit up, and he took out his money bag and said, "I'm willing to buy another bowl." ”

Zhao Zheng smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Explain in advance, this porridge is a gift, and all guests who have spent five yuan can drink it." Therefore, I am reluctant to break my promise, and I ask this guest to forgive me. ”

The Confucian scholar was not annoyed, and said: "Yan Lu is rude, then please ask Mr. to introduce the delicious food in the store, why not spend five dollars on Yan Lu." ”

"Me too"

"Me too"

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Everyone followed Yan Lu's pace and hurriedly seized the position, and was about to ask the guy to introduce him, but he saw a menu on the table, listing all kinds of dishes in detail.

Yan Lu was curious to count as many as 100 kinds, and there were some "store manager's recommended" dish combinations that were heavily described on it, depending on the price.

"Heart-warming breakfast, the name is apt, travelers are tired on the road, a heart-warming meal is really appropriate.

Man, I'm going to have a heart-warming breakfast in the next place, it's six dollars in total, remember to bring me a bowl of porridge. ”

Mu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and looked at the food in his hand and knew that "then the guest, you have to say your number plate, so as not to be confused." ”

Yan Lu looked at the table again, and sure enough, there was a lacquer stamp "six", so he said: "Guest No. 6, a heart-warming breakfast." ”

"Noted down, wait a moment."

Wood mechanically read what Zhao Zheng had taught him, tore off a piece of paper and hung it on the kitchen, waiting for the other guests to order.

Chun Niang kept serving porridge, soy milk, and those fried dough sticks in the kitchen, I don't know why Zhao Zheng insisted on selling such oil-intensive things.

She didn't know that Zhao Zheng, who was busy stir-frying at this moment, looked outside and was happy.

"I finally heard the familiar cries of selling, but unfortunately I will never be able to go back."

While Chun Niang was serving, a drop of homesick tears dripped into the pot.