In 2017, 1339 in the Turman Empire, and 3148 in the Western Gregorian calendar, the Western world ushered in the first change in food culture, and this change started with small steamed buns.

Ricky is a wealthy bakery with seven bakeries in the outer city of Lyme City, producing more than 5,000 half-cats of brown bread and more than 1,000 half-cats of fine wheat flour bread every day, as well as several bacon shops selling a variety of ham and bacon, as well as other meat products. In the outer part of Lime City, Ricky is a well-known restaurant tycoon, and he even used the money he saved to buy a mine in the valley of Hurdorn, which can produce iron ore.

In the morning, he habitually got up early, inspected several bakeries, corrected some not-so-good minor problems of the cooks, and wandered along the road. He prefers the outer-city to the expensive rents and expenses of the inner city. The price is low, the rent is cheap, the labor is cheap, almost perfect.

Just as he was about to go home for a hearty breakfast, an enticing aroma caught his attention.

From an apprentice to a wealthy man, he has been making bread by hand for at least twenty years, and it can be said that he is very proficient in wheat products. But the smell he had smelled this morning had never been before.

Curiously, he followed the scent to find a small stall, the carriage turned into a chopping board that made him frown slightly, and three young men were making a food that had never been heard of before. He leaned over curiously, looked at the steamed buns placed on the side, and asked, "This...... What is it?"

A young man in his twenties smiled shyly and scratched his head with his floury hand amid Ricky's incessant frown, "This is a bun." ”

"Buns?", Ricky repeated the word, thoughtfully, "how much is one?"

"A copper, do you need one, honorable lord?", the young man was a little stage frightened, Ricky was wearing clothes of good texture and exquisite workmanship, and he looked like a rich man.

Ricky looked at the hands of the three young men speechlessly, hesitated for a long time, and finally his appetite and curiosity prevailed, "Let's all have one, is there a place for me to sit next to it?"

The young man nodded, filled a wooden plate with a bun, a fritter and a baked cake, and put a bowl of soy milk on a table where there was no one. Ricky walked over and sat curiously on a knee-high stool with a strange feeling. He picked up the soft bun and frowned again.

After making bread for so many years, he knows a lot about the processed food of wheat flour, and the soft texture means that he doesn't use much wheat flour, and the soft taste will be delicious? You must know that most of the bread sold on the market now is hard bread, and the only purpose is to satisfy hunger. Eating soft bread after getting used to it can be disgusting, at least that's how Ricky feels himself.

He pinched his nose and took a bite, his teeth cut open the skin of the bun, and after biting through, a stream of fragrant meat juice mixed with the dough of the bun skin entered his mouth, and his taste buds exploded suddenly. He was stunned on the spot, his eyes staring at the hot lump of meat in the skin of the bun. I quickly chewed a few bites, the aroma was overflowing, the fragrance was delicious, and I couldn't wait to swallow it with my tongue.

After a few bites of the bun, the contemptuous bread tycoon was left with shock and curiosity in his heart. He picked up another greasy fritter and took a bite.

After being fried in boiling oil until the crispy shell was bitten to pieces, a faint alkaline but very salty taste bombarded his taste buds again. He hurriedly picked up the white drink that was placed aside and exuded a strong bean aroma and took a sip.

Utterly speechless.

He put down the fritters and soy milk, sat on the stool and looked at a few simple foods on the table and was silent for a long time. He knew very well that these few things were enough to change the diet of the whole world, not only cheap, but also tasted better than bread, more fragrant, and more delicious.

Soon he was surrounded by people who had gotten up early in the morning to work, and who, like him, had curiously spent a few coppers, bought some buns or something, and sat happily and devoured them.

These foods are cheaper than bread and have a shorter and simpler preparation process than bread. Suddenly he had no desire to continue eating, took out five coppers and threw them on the table, stood up and was about to leave.

But he paused and stopped in place. After changing his face, he gritted his teeth and walked to the side of the carriage and asked, "Who is your host, I want to visit!"

There are several more people like Ricky, all of whom are the owners of bakeries or wealthy businessmen involved in the catering industry. A keen sense of smell tells them that these seemingly inconspicuous, inexpensive foods are likely to set off a revolution in Tuhlman's country, and this change will even change the dining culture of the entire Western world.

If you can't stop it, why don't you let yourself be a trendsetter?

So people who have the same idea of cooperation as Ricky have asked to visit the owners behind these early shops.

That is, Rosie.

Rosie himself didn't know that the method he had inadvertently come up with was not a solution, but it had such a miraculous effect.

Before the morning class was finished, eleven businessmen came together to discuss technology transfer.

Immediately after the enactment of the Federal Technology Protection Act, it was unanimously supported by capitalists throughout the Western world. Even Tuhlman, who was still in semi-feudal rule, approved the law and wrote it into the constitution.

The businessmen waited patiently for Rosie's morning class to finish before they sat down together.

"Priest Rosie, did you invent the buns, fritters, and pancakes?" asked a merchant leader of great stature.

Rosie pouted, suddenly feeling that the combination of buns, fritters and the word invention had an urge to make him want to laugh. As a Chinese, almost everyone has eaten these things and knows something about them, so ordinary that they are almost a part of daily life. But it's such an ordinary thing, but it has become the key to his fortune!

Rosie nodded, "That's true, do you have any questions?"

Eleven merchants, you look at me, I look at you, the merchant who was the first to ask the question continued: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Ricky, and I am the owner of several bread and bacon workshops in the outer city. I tasted your invention this morning, and I have to say, it was very delicious and very tasty. My friends and I have an idea to represent your invention, what do you think?"

I've heard of agent clothes and agent mobile phones, and it's the first time I've heard that there are agent buns. But in an instant, Rosie found a golden avenue. He nodded happily and relaxedly, "No problem, so how are you going to act as an agent?"

Ricky was full of smiles, he didn't expect the young priest of Rossi to be so talkative, and immediately said, "You transfer the craftsmanship to us for a fee, and we will pay you a lot of money." ”

Rosie shook her head, "No, that's not going to work. ”

Eleven businessmen are a bit inexplicable, hasn't it always been like this? You give me the process and process, I give you money, and then I go to make money, what's not to do?

"I have an idea that I can teach you the craft, but not as a one-time delivery, but as an annual license. Pay for a year, sell things for a year. The merchants had displeased expressions on their faces, but Rosie didn't do business, but as if he didn't see it, he continued: "Do you know how much money I made today?"

Ricky and the others shook their heads, their faces full of curiosity and curiosity. How much money can be made by a copper bun, they don't have a bottom in their hearts.

Rosie smiled faintly, "I earned more than one gold coin." ”

The merchants gasped.

"Lime City is too small, only three million people, but what about Greenland? What about the Tullman Empire? According to the population of the empire four years ago, the population of the entire Tuhlman Empire has exceeded 600 million. In addition to this there are the federations and republics, and the entire civilized society has a population of nearly two billion. If every ten of these people consume five copper coins a day, this is one billion copper, and according to the imperial exchange rate, it is 100,000 gold coins, which is almost 40 million gold coins a year, and the profit is more than 20 million gold coins.

Now, is it too stingy for distinguished businessmen like you here to compete with me for the low to pitiful annual licensing fee for the purchase and sale of 40 million gold coins and the profit of 20 million gold coins?"